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Raining in Tokyo

Since the last chapter was a little dry, I offer you some light angst as tribute! -P. 
(mass edited on 5/28)"tribute" ahaha as if- i have even more depressing shots just awaiting to be read.

It was now winter in Tokyo and getting ridiculously cold and rained pretty much every week. Bokuto had forgotten his umbrella and only noticed on his way to school. He ran to Akaashi's house.

"Akaashiiiii!" He yelled, banging on the Akaashi household's door. His father answered, telling him that Akaashi had already went to school.

"Without me?" Bokuto asked, a little sad. His father nodded. Bokuto thanked him and continued running the rest of the distance to Fukurodani Academy. 

In no time at all, he was at the gates. Trudging inside to the locker rooms, his path crossed Akaashi's. Bokuto stopped him, "Akaashi!" He said, enthusiastically. Akaashi mumbled a "good morning" to him and power-walked off in the opposite direction. Bokuto just stood there in the empty hallway, wondering what he had done wrong.

The rest of his classes were a bore, he couldn't seem to take his mind off of Akaashi's strange behavior. Since the two didn't have any classes together, Bokuto couldn't wait for practice so he could finally talk to Akaashi.

Akaashi's POV

Mindlessly wandering the wide halls of the high school, he somehow made it the roof. Maybe he had wanted some fresh air or just a moment to himself. He stepped to the edge of the roof. Looking out at Tokyo, he felt a sense of inferiority in such a big world. 

Sitting down on the curb, he breathed out, raking his hand through his hair. "Maybe I shouldn't have been so hard on Bokuto-san... he won't know what I'm thinking unless I tell him." he mumbled to himself. 

I wish I were like Bokuto-san. He knows what he wants in life. He tries to make every single day the best. I tried that and failed. He has a purpose. He's the main character while I'm just 'Friend A' or 'Bokuto's friend'. I want to be more but I don't know how to be more. 

It's exhausting. Being alive. All the standards out there. I have to do so much for myself to live. Eat at least twice a day so I have energy. Drink 100 o.z. of water so my organs don't dry out. Move around so fat doesn't build up on my body. I'm never enough, aren't I? Smile. Don't cry. Men don't cry. 

What if I want to be a boy again? I miss when everything was okay. When I didn't have to worry about dumb things like this. I wish I were-

"Akaashi!" My train of thoughts were ripped apart by the voice that I loved hearing so much. I didn't turn my head so Bokuto-san wouldn't see my pitiful tear-streaked face.

"Akaashi? Are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong? Why are you up here? Practice is about to start, you know." He throws a dozen questions at me. He comes to sit down next to me which is actually very comforting. He sighs, the wind tousles his hair dramatically yet it's a good touch to the vibe.

"It's nothing," I say. Lies. Why can't you come clean to him? You adore him.

"You've always been bad at lying, Akaashi." Bokuto grins, tilting his head to look at me. He takes my chin gently between his fingers. I feel too numb to blush at this little show of affection. He pulls my face towards his. Wait-

He wraps his arms around my body tightly. I feel his warmth everywhere. He sighs, "Akaashi, you've always felt inferior, right?" He asks, quietly. 

I can't help it. I uncontrollably start to sob into his shoulder. 

Bokuto's POV

His whole body is trembling against mine. I know that I'm not too good at comforting people but this is Akaashi. I've known him for a while now and I think I've gotten better at comforting him when his inferiority complex takes over. 

After about three good minutes of crying, Akaashi's breathing evened out. 

"Thank you, Bokuto-san." He says, finally looking me in the eye.

"It's okay, everyone needs reassurance, even I do, you know that better than anyone else! Now, come on, vice!" I outstretch my arm to him. He takes it hesitantly. I hoist him up from the ground and lead him away from the edge, just to be safe. I lead him back into the building, trying to look as enthusiastic as possible, for the sake of Akaashi. 

When we part ways at a fork in the hallway, I watch him leave. Such sad steps. Can footsteps be sad? At least he isn't crying anymore. I turn away from his direction, choking down sobs. 

At least he's happier than me.

818 words! Pretty rushed... I'm working on it. Thanks for reading
"pretty rushed"... tf u mean? bitchass ended so abruptly. do i like it? no. am i gonna rewrite it? no. am i going to leave it while it's pretty much on fire, screaming, evaporating, drowning and dying? yes. k bye.