#lets keep the fandom going long after the shows are over

[jesswritesthat]

Bokuto Kōtarō: Anatomy

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~0.8k, fluff

• Being a manga artist is hard enough but the panic sets in when someone thinks they know your muse.

Warnings: 1 swear word.

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"This is very good, you always manage to demonstrate attractive muscle on this character."

"Well, it's basic anatomy right?" A weak defence on your part really, but your editor righteously continued with his honest justification.

"Hm, yes but you must have a reference, this is wonderfully detailed - no wonder he is so popular."

“Maybe it's his personality…?"

"Everyone knows his personaity is vulgar, but the abs of a villain are not." Happily, he returned your work, assuring that you ‘keep it up’ prior to entering his office.

That was a general commentary you received when submitting chapters anyway.

However this new guy wasn't your usual manga editor, but as long as you had your issue in on time you didn't have to worry much. Your work was in Akaashi Keijis’ hands now, and hopefully the latest chapter and illustrations would be approved with minimal alterations.

Still you wondered as he sat on the floor of his apartment with a sceptical expression painting his features.

"I recognise this."

His muttering voice snapped your attention, looking to him with perplexity as you were originally expecting a comment on the fact you'd hand-delivered the issue to his door.

"I'm sorry Akaashi-san?"

"This villain of yours, he feels familiar now that I really look at him. You put a lot of care into this character?” The man calmly elaborated, showing you a page of your manga that depicted your villain with torn clothing.

Admittedly, your mind had drifted to how such a thing was possible considering this villain of yours was 'one hot piece of sculpted ass' - solely according to the readers of course.

"You think? Doesn't every manga heartthrob look at good as this."

"That's not what I meant."

Shit.

“Strange huh? Anyway, if there’s anything you’d like me to change please let me know by the end of the week. Thank you and have a good day!” Never had you got out of a door quick enough, thoughts spiralling with questions. How could he recognise him? There was a specific reference you used. Did another manga artist use the same one? Crap crap crap.

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Naturally you found yourself rushing to a certain someone’s home at the crack of dawn the following morning, hopefully well timed to catch him after his morning run and workout (if they were completed he couldn’t invite you to go this time).

"Kōtarō! You're not allowed to walk around shirtless anymore!"

"Huh?" The athlete hadn’t a chance to welcome your presence, instead standing dumbfounded with a towel to his hair and form fitting long sleeve runner top unfairly complimenting his sculpted physique.

"Or in a vest!"

"But—"

"Or shorts!" Yes those too, he currently made basic volleyball shorts look good.

"Then what am I supposed to wear?!"

"A massive fluffy jumper or a ski suit, I don't know."

"In summer?! But I'll smell worse than the changing rooms after running in that..."

"You’re right, maybe I should be the one to avoid situations..." You pondered for a moment, the flattening strands of the Spikers hair allowing extra motivation. "I'll visit less frequently, and cut out staying over!"

"No! I'll make the sacrifices to wear stupid fluffy clothes if it means you'll continue to stay! I'll do anything for you (y/n)!" Solid hands grasped your shoulders to emphasise his sincerity even as you tried to elaborate.

"That's not—"

"Can I know why though?" It was fair request, and in all likelihood you were going tell him anyway.

"..."

"..."

"My temporary editor has commented that I put a lot of love into my manga villain illustrations..." You breathed, embarrassment clearly evident but this is not what your owl had taken from the conversation.

"You love someone else?!"

"No! I love you but..."

"The 'but' is very offensive!" Again he yelped, pushing you away at arms length whilst maintain his hold on your shoulders.

"YOU'RE MY MUSE IDIOT!"

"Eh?"

"My villain, his body anyway, is almost an exact mirror of your own." You sheepishly confessed, Bokuto tilting his head curiously with those pretty eyes of his.

"Uh..."

"Kōtarō." It was a frustrated mumble, ultimately influenced by you having to explain such an intimate detail. "You're my inspiration, I can draw you effortlessly even as someone else. Featuring part of you in my work makes me enjoy it far more."

“Oh I get it! Thinking of you during a match always motivates me more too but it doesn’t bother me if my teammates mention it.” He gladly added as a way to relate to your dilemma which lead you to hopelessly smile at him.

“Alright, maybe I was worrying over nothing. It’s not like you even know my editors or anything.”

“Exactly!” He issued a thumbs up, happy to see you more relaxed. “I can take off my clothes and freshen up now right?”

With a playful nod, you couldn’t help but admire him when he removed his top, hair fluffed up and a wrinkle to his nose.

That’s when someone walked right in, apparently having keys to Bokutos’ home which had already piqued you’d interest. Naturally Kōtarō threw an arm around you and offered a bright smile to the visitor.

“Hey Akaashi!”

Immediately you paled, your world crashing down as the painfully familiar editor quietly looked to you, then back to his shirtless Ace.

“Ah. That’s why I recognised him.”

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