Fireflies

2- If ten million fireflies Lit up the world

Bokuto woke up and saw Akaashi was already awake. Weird. He thought. Usually Bokuto was the first one awake in the sleepovers they would have from time to time. He studied Akaashi's eyes for a moment. Did he even sle-

"Did you sleep well?" Akaashi asked in a monotone voice.

" I guess..." Bokuto said, scratching the back of his head.

Akaashi was already dressed and prepared for the day. All of his things were packed, for they were going straight home after their final practice match. Akaashi looked down at his watch.

" I was going to wake you up about 30 minutes before we have to go, since it usually takes you 20 mins to get ready."

Bokuto smiled at his friend. Only he knew how long Bokuto took to get ready. Akaashi knew Bokuto more than Bokuto knew himself. He knew all of his weaknesses -all but one- and how to deal with them.

"Marry me."

"No." Akaashi said, with little to no emotion.

- - -

Akaashi and Bokuto walked home. They lived next door to each other, so it was only natural they walked together. They talked about everything and anything until their houses came into view. Akaashi's house bore no cars in front of it.

"Looks like my parents aren't home again." Akaashi sighed, not suprized.

"Again?!? When are they ever home?" Bokuto crossed his arms in frustration.
"They should be part of your life more! You deserve parents that are always there for you. They don't prioritize you like they do to their work."

Akaashi looked down and hid a frown.

"Wanna stay at my place?" Bokuto asked, not wanted to leave his friend by his lonesome. Akaashi refused his offer, not wanting to be a burden.

- - -

Akaashi sighed as he microwaved himself some leftovers. He knew he should have taken up Bokuto's offer, but as always, he tended to overthink things. If he would have accepted his offer, Bokuto might have gotten tired of him and separated himself from Akaashi for a couple of days after (which was far from the truth.).

He then got an idea. He took his leftovers and a picnic blanket and headed outside. The stars were magnificent as always. The bright, luminous jewels twinkled softly at him, talking to him without saying a word. This scene would be better if ten million fireflies lit up the world around him. Maybe his anxiety would drift away, and his worries and regrets would be put on pause. Maybe, just maybe, he would forget that day not to long ago. The day that started a new chapter in his life. But he knew no matter how much he wanted, to forget that dreadful day, he knew he would never and could never forget.

He talked to the stars about everything and nothing. He talked to them about Bokuto, about his volleyball trip, and about what he had for dinner. He talked until a yawn came out of him. That yawn snapped him back to his undesired reality. He knew he would have to sleep soon, no matter how much he resisted it.

He tried distracting himself, cleaning the house until it looked pristine. After, he read his favorite manga. His eyelids became heavier and his movements became slower. He rushed to the refrigerator to see if there were any energy drinks or coffee, but there were none. He finally gave in, and lay on his bed, letting his thoughts run wild. He was a slave to his anxiety, his imagination, and his dreams. This isn't me, he thought. I wasn't like this a couple of months ago. Akaashi knew he was wrong though. No matter who he was a couple months ago, his actions and imperfections today was who he was now.