Misunderstandings (Bokuto Kōtarō x reader)

Misunderstandings

Warnings: none!
Word count: 2845
A/N: I wrote this based on a dream I had, so sorry if any parts seem a lil weird. Enjoy!
Y/n= your name
Y/n/n= your nickname
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Despite the scheduled time for the training camp being long over, the lights in gym three were still on and there was the constant sound of a volleyball being smacked to the ground accompanied by shoes squeaking on the wooden floors. Loud yells could be heard every time there was a successful spike or block from any of the boys who were practicing, no hints of fatigue present though they'd been at it for hours. All of these noises were silent to you as you approached though, your thoughts too loud in your ear for anything else to make it past. You nervously tossed your hands back and forth as you approached the familiar gym, having to drag your feet along to your destination as if they were made of concrete trying to hold you in place.

Somehow you managed to make it to the open door, your eyes widening as you peer inside and see many more people than you'd expected, glancing around before you catch the gaze of the person you'd come to see. He's midair when he sees you, his hand that'd raised to spike a ball dropping as he smiles and lands early. You don't return the happy expression that usually sparked so much joy within you, instead you turn and quickly flee the overwhelming scene. It was all too much, you just wanted to come and talk to him but seeing how happy he looked and his friends turning to see you had easily spooked you off with your mind already going haywire.

"Bokuto, what was that?" Kuroo calls after his friend though he's already following you out the door, "Who's that?"

"His girlfriend." Akaashi answers, picking up the ball he'd set and ducking under the net to stand next to the other boy.

"Didn't look like it." Tsukishima blinks, Kuroo punching him in the shoulder.

"She did look different." Akaashi says, "And she ran away, it's probably not anything good."

"Does that mean that's the end of practice?" Hinata asks, the other three turning to glare at him.

Outside Bokuto had caught up to you further down the lit pathways along the back of the gym, each heavy step of him jogging towards you making you want to sprint away.

"Hey, Y/n, slow down!" He calls out.
Reluctantly you stop though still keep your back to him, biting your lip as he walks in front of you. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, you should go back to practice." You say quietly, finding yourself unable to look him in the eye, "We can talk later."

"They'll be okay without me for a second, what did you wanna talk about?"

It hurts. It hurts to hear his positive tone and be in his warm and bubbly presence when you just felt so wrong. You knew you needed to do this, that you'd been keeping it to yourself far too long and lying to him wasn't going to help anyone, but something in you was pulling you back and begging you not to be the reason that his trademark positivity diminishes. He was looking at you with sparkling loving eyes the same way he had since you'd met and instead of making you feel warm it only broke you even more.

"Y/n/n?" He asks, slight worry slipping into his voice as he reaches out for your hand. You take a step back and look down at the sidewalk, noticing him visibly droop at your rejection.

"I'm sorry Koutarou it's just..." You start, having to stop to swallow the bump in your throat before continuing, "I can't do this."

"Huh? Babe, what do you-"

"Us. This isn't working, and I know you know what I'm talking about. I think it'd be better for both of us if we just call it quits now."

He stops, any light heartedness he'd carried before now gone and being replaced with a chilling atmosphere. His sudden change and knowing you were what was making him feel this way made the stinging in the back of your eyes worse, tears beginning to pool and slide down your cheeks.