#Elina's soft scribbles

[owlyflufff]

Bokuto Koutarou has the biggest and widest smile for all the world to see, but has the fondest smile reserved solely for Akaashi Keiji

in the same way that

Akaashi Keiji displays small fond smiles whenever he speaks to people but has the biggest, goofiest and stupidest smile for Bokuto Koutarou and Bokuto Koutarou alone

[aylivaa]

ᝰ SECHS : QUESTION m.list • next chap

Word count: 837

Warnings: none.

When Mira entered the classroom the next morning, she immediately noticed the group that had gathered around her table and was talking heatedly about a topic.

Elina sat in her seat and scribbled something in Zayne’s notebook, which sat in his seat and slurped on his drink just like yesterday.

She hesitated briefly whether she should walk up to her place and so disturb Elina, or whether she should simply wait outside the door until the beginning of the lesson so that the group was not interrupted by her presence.

With an uncertain movement, she straightened her handbag and took a step towards her table when Elina suddenly noticed her and called her to the table.

Her stomach contracted and turned as the small group turned in her direction and looked at her as she walked with soft knees to the table and gave a soft "hello."

Elina greeted her, but didn't get up.

"Hello Elif," she said with a wide smile on her lips and looked around before continuing.

"Unfortunately, you missed a large part of the class yesterday, but that's not so bad."

With her right hand, she pointed to the girl with the red hair right next to her and then walked around clockwise.

The girl with the red hair was called Maria, the boy with the slightly too big glasses was called Adam, the boy with the curly hair was called Jones and the blonde girl with the beautiful dimples was called Ayla.

Zayne already knew her.

Elif smiled and tried to remember the faces and names of everyone, but the paralyzing fatigue made it harder for her than necessary.

She would have preferred to sit down and put her head on the table so that she could sleep, but her teacher could show up at any moment and start math class, so she tried to keep herself awake.

From the corner of her eye she could see how Zayne looked from her to Elina, and then from Elina back to her, and an uncomfortable feeling spread in her before she looked at the ground.

A moment later, Zayne stood up with a loud sigh and pointed his hand at his place without even giving her a look.

Elif stood a little perplexed in her place and looked at the empty chair, and normally she would have declined this nice offer, but that morning she was so tired that she ran past him and thanked her before dropping herself on the chair.

Elina examined her briefly, then she smiled again and moved a little closer and put her hand on Mira’s shoulder.

"Elif," she said excitedly and looked at the rest of the group. "Following our tradition, we always celebrate the start of school a week later at Jones’ in his garden house, you should come too."

Mira tried to hide her immediate rejection and pretended to think before shaking her head a moment later and pressing her lips together: "Unfortunately, I'm still very busy with the move, I can't," she apologized and hoped that Elina would leave it be, but the young girl in front of her was visibly disappointed and dissatisfied with her answer.

"But Elif, this will really be very fun, and we can get to know you more," she insisted, but Mira shook her head again. She definitely didn't want to go to a celebration of people with whom she hadn't exchanged a word before, but at the same time she felt bad about hurting Elina.

After all, Elina was the first to welcome her here at the new school.

"But -"

"Adelina," Jones interrupted the two and pointed to the teacher, who was walking through the door with his briefcase and visiting the class. Elina nodded and lowered her shoulders before she got up with a depressed look and made her way to her place.

A second later, she turned back to her to ask something.

"Elif, then at least tell us where you live, then we could celebrate a welcoming at your home," she suggested.

Mira felt the blood shoot into her ears and a wave of panic caught up with her. She did not know Essen well enough to name a district, and she would certainly not admit where she lived.

She tried to think of a district that she could name when Elina repeated her question and thus put even more pressure on her.

"Elif, where do you live? In which district?"

"I...I...–"

"Adelina, that's enough," Zayne interrupted the two and pushed them away from the two's table.

Elina sighed again and then nodded before she turned around and ran to her table.

Mira exhaled deeply and closed her eyes for a moment to regulate her heartbeat a little before turning to Zayne and quietly thanking him.

His look was a little confused, but he gave her a soft "please" back and took out his college block before he leaned back to her and smiled cheekily.

"Do you happen to have your calculator with you?"

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Something about timeskip Bokuaka being genuinely passionate about their work and giving it their all in everything they do, workaholics even. With Koutarou constantly entering match after match, going abroad to compete every now and then, doing fan meetings and interviews, indulging fully in the workload of his profession. With Keiji constantly pointing out flaws and providing better narrative decisions for Udai’s manga, making sure that everything is in check before another chapter release, spending hours reading and writing. Both of them constantly living up to pouring their heart and soul, 120% as they have said. 

Yet even with that, amidst the hustle and bustle of their work lives, they always, always, find time for each other above all. In the times they would go out for their dates, in the times of Keiji visiting Koutarou once or twice to give him food and Koutarou surprising him by doing the same, in the phone calls slipped between their work, in the post match interactions, in the ambiance of hand holding and small kisses shared between, in the ability to love 120% just as much. 

Something something about Bokuaka being devoted to their work, but being most especially devoted to each other.

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Bokuto Koutarou has never been good at taking pictures. 

Though he grows enthusiastic whenever someone urges for pictures, rushing in to squeeze himself within the frame and smile already quipped, he has never been the one to snap the picture. He owns a phone, that much is certain, although he’s clumsy in his attempts to have a selfie, his phone unfortunately and quite literally falling victim to the hard concrete. His enthusiasm is his ultimate weapon as much as it is his flaw, for his hands shake in excitement so he can never get the right angle in his attempt to take pictures, the lighting is always scuffed for some odd reason and he forgets to remove his thumb from the screen. For someone who was the constant center of attention and appreciation, Bokuto has never been the best at snapping photos. 

Yet, his phone’s lock screen is a picture he’s taken back in high school, a picture of a sleeping Akaashi against his desk. In fact, should one scroll through his gallery, he has quite the number of pictures, all of which of one person. 

Bokuto takes pictures of Akaashi in between the shared intimacy. Some of which Akaashi has been looking at the camera, fully knowledgeable of Bokuto’s intentions and a small smile on his face. Some Akaashi isn’t looking, quick captures of moments that Bokuto keeps not only in his phone but in his heart. He has pictures of Akaashi from their time in high school, from the times of eating lunch together to the study dates, to the clumsy selfie attempts, birthday parties and everything else in between.

Bokuto has pictures of Akaashi in his locker as well, before training with MSBY he would open it to see a few pictures of Akaashi, some from photo booths, others being spur of the moment captures Bokuto had of his partner. In each and everyone of them though, Akaashi has always been smiling, smiling at the little things, smiling back at Bokuto most especially. 

It’s true, Bokuto Koutarou has never been good at taking pictures. However, in his small attempts in raising his phone to catch a picture of his partner, Akaashi smiling as he looks at the sky, breath taking and at peace as Bokuto has always wanted, he thinks his lackluster skills don’t matter. 

And as Akaashi hears the sound of a click and turns around to see Bokuto, smile already forming on his lips with a question at hand,

“What are you taking a picture of Bokuto-san?” 

Bokuto thinks, it truly doesn’t matter. 

It’s the heart that yearns to hold unto memories, something important, that counts.

“Something that means a lot to me Akaashi!” 

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Keiji internally debating whether him gaining glasses is a blessing or a curse. It’s a hassle sometimes, having to watch it sag from his nose and pushing it back up, often it would clatter to the ground if he’s not attentive enough. Then there’s the constant need to take care of the lens, wiping it with cloth and the chances of them being fogged up have been a nuisance to his work. Then of course, were the many times he would genuinely forget where in the world he placed them.

So Keiji would say yes, there are setbacks when it comes to wearing glasses. A lot of them.

However, there also came unexpected payoffs in the form of Koutarou.

Having glasses means Koutarou putting them on for him during lazy mornings. It means Koutarou finding his glasses for him when he himself can’t find them, reaching out to bring Keiji’s glasses down from his head back to the bridge of his nose, the most lopsided of smiles from Koutarou reserve solely for Keiji’s own forgetfulness.

It means being able to smile at the way Koutarou eagerly gets his glasses and puts them on himself, looking ridiculously endearing as he temporarily navigates through a new field of vision through the lens.

It means, especially, to relish in the way his husband gently pulls his glasses down, casts them to the side with much care before pulling him close and kissing him with all the love he has to offer.

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Bus rides before and after a match are probably one of the best segments of whatever Akaashi’s high school volleyball career has given to him.

It has been the calm before and after the whirlwind of matches he has and has yet to partake in, the distraction to rear him away from descending into a state of stress. Most importantly, it has been a constant chance for him to stay by Bokuto’s side.

Akaashi absolutely likes listening and indulging in the many things one Bokuto Koutarou has to tell. Of stories of travelling or whatever he and his family have been up to, of the most ridiculous stunts to the most mundane such as trying out a new ice cream flavor.

Then there are those moments where the tables turn and he’s the one speaking, and he speaks a lot, of poems he’s read and books he’s picked up. Of pet peeves and narratives he would have loved to change just a bit if he was given liberty. And Bokuto listens, and Akaashi has never felt more heard.

Akaashi admittedly likes looking out the window and embedding the little things that they see passing them by, playing little “I spy with my little eye” games with Bokuto, or racing to see who can spot an item first. He follows after Bokuto as he excitedly points at something just across. Bokuto would point at something similar to it again, and again, and again. Sometimes Bokuto would point at something so many times but Akaashi doesn’t mind, he loses track of it and gets lost instead in the moment.

Akaashi genuinely likes opening up his bento box a little earlier or later than expected to eat with Bokuto. If they’re lucky enough and the bus decides to come to a halt or take a break before resuming the trip, then Akaashi opens up his container, expecting Bokuto to get tidbits of his food and share some of his own. A give and take that Akaashi finds comfort in, for nothing is better than food and moments with Bokuto.

Most importantly though, Akaashi loves.

He loves how expressive and passionate Bokuto is whenever he tells something, adding small gestures and movements to give the narrative more life (at least, that’s what Bokuto says).

He loves the little twinkle in Bokuto’s eyes whenever something catches his attention when they look outside the window.

He loves the way Bokuto so eagerly, so easily shares his food with him like second nature. Almost like home Akaashi thinks.

During bus rides before and after a match, Akaashi listens to Bokuto, and he follows, and shares, and likes and loves, and falls.

He falls and falls and falls for Bokuto until soon enough with droopy eyes and the beckoning of sleep, he falls unknowingly on Bokuto’s shoulder.

Little does he know that Bokuto has fallen just as much, the way Bokuto shifts himself to accommodate Akaashi’s sleeping form and gently rests his head on top of Akaashi’s own says much.

[owlyflufff]

Bokuto and Akaashi’s characters can be so funny sometimes like:

What do you mean Bokuto is seen as a silly, chaotic, one braincell character but is actually incredibly intelligent, perceiving and observant in the narrative?

What do you mean Akaashi is seen as a cold hearted, deadpan, quite character but is actually incredibly blunt, sappy and an over-analytical mess in the narrative?

Furudate-sensei wasn’t joking when they said they are narrative foils to each other. They are the only dynamic ever, no one does it quite like Bokuaka.

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During a Fukurodani practice match where Bokuto and Akaashi were on opposite teams, Bokuto was already preparing to jump and block until Akaashi did a setter dump right in front of him much to his surprise. 

The two of them looked at each other for a moment before Akaashi offered a small smirk, causing Bokuto to swoon so hard he fell to the floor. 

They weren’t even dating yet. 

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How in love are Bokuaka enough for both of them to be looking at nothing else but each other in at least 90% of the official art they’re featured in?

Bokuaka’s love language is stealing glances at each other every opportunity they’re given confirmed!

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Koutarou can hold the entire world in his arms. 

Though, not because he’s well known on national television. Not for the hundreds of cheers or praises he receives on a daily. Not because hundreds upon thousands of people send Bokuto Beams at him along a stadium. Not through the way his presence is blantantly open and well known by all. 

No, he is capable of carrying the whole world in his arms because he has Keiji.

Wrapped in his arms is the one he holds dearest, his own husband. Whenever his partner would allow it, he would scoop him up at least 5 times a day, pull Keiji close and pepper kisses all over his face wherever he could reach. 

Contrary to the boisterous, loud and eccentric person he’s been for years on end, where there are no noises all around, where there is an absence of fanfare, where there is only the calm silence, where there is only soft moments slipped in between:

Where there is Keiji, Koutarou truly feels like he can carry the whole world in his arms. 

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A handful of years back in high school, Akaashi had often fiddled with his fingers. Leaving scratch marks and even deep cuts through the skin in its wake, the injuries he received playing volleyball hadn’t done him any better. It was in those times that Bokuto had mostly been the one tending to it, getting a medical kit or spare tape to wrap around Akaashi’s fingers, a small gesture of care. 

Now a handful years into the timeskip, practically absorbed in volleyball and now a member of the V-league, Koutarou had been on the receiving end of numerous injuries and little pains along his fingers. Now, the tables have turned and Keiji is the one constantly bringing spare tape with him as he goes to one of his husband’s matches or practices. Carefully and constantly he finds himself wrapping tape around Koutarou’s fingers, a small reciprocation for the year’s worth of care Koutarou had done for him all those years ago

[owlyflufff]

Dropping in to say that I love Bokuasha

*Bokunaka

*Bokumshnaka

Owl gays.

[owlyflufff]

Bokuto successfully passing college means Akaashi catching his graduation robe the same way he used to catch Bokuto’s jacket when they were in Fukurodani.

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Bokuaka visiting each other whenever the other is sick, but it turns into a competition on who can give the better “get well soon” gift to the point that it descends into chaos.

Whatever started as simply bringing soup and homemade bento boxes for each other turned into Bokuto gifting Akaashi an entire box of hot chocolate, Akaashi in turn gifts Bokuto a box of scented candles. 

If Bokuto comes trotting in Akaashi’s household with a big owl plushie as his gift, Akaashi comes wobbling into Bokuto household gifting five sets of assorted board games. 

Somewhere in between the lines Bokuto proceeds to gift Akaashi an entire headphone set for him to listen to music, then Akaashi gifts Bokuto a fully functioning air freshener for his room.

Whenever one of them got sick, the other would find a way to find the most ridiculous item to gift to them in return, the stakes have never been higher, none of which had to associate with the fever anymore.

If anything, it was an attempt to cheer the other up, to alleviate the stress and all other effects the fever had on them. Just Bokuto and Akaashi, constantly gifting the most bizarre items.

Neither of them liked the idea of catching a fever, but those little pieces of fun and whimsy they have given each other throughout the years might just make it all worth it. 

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Akaashi sneezing but instead of saying “bless you” Bokuto goes over and gives him a kiss on the cheek  every time in the hopes that he feels better

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Bokuaka is the very embodiment of 

“He is a poem.”

“And he memorized every line.”

No one can say otherwise.