THIEF // BokuAka

Chapter 4

It has been two days since Bokuto was gone, he never left a note or any trace for Akaashi to track. No phone numbers he could call, not even an address he could visit. His bedroom has become more suffocating without the thief inside the house, he never once felt like the existence of Bokuto as a nuisance. He genuinely enjoyed having him around, allowing Akaashi to take care of his wound when he is capable of doing it by himself. Ever since the private fashion-show, Akaashi was left stranded with no direction to follow. His history score was decreasing by the fact he wasn't paying any attention to it. He understands better by how Bokuto explained than the teachers. As he mentioned before, history can be wrong.

After the night he left, Akaashi thought it was because of the idea of letting him know about his kink in wearing a dress. He may be the horniest teenager in his age, but wearing dresses has been his very first interest ever since he tried once. It was by curiosity that turned to obsession. Wearing dresses make him feel lighter and mostly pretty, despite isn't very good at becoming the center of attention, Akaashi does pleases to have Bokuto's wide and bright golden eyes around his body - His face. He was charmed by the golden eyes, those pure and the most transparent eyes that hovered all over Akaashi. The fact that him in a dress affected the thief, Akaashi wonders what the thief would do to him if he wasn't so careful with his hands.

But pushing his lucid thoughts to the side, he wonders why Bokuto didn't even need to say a short goodbye to him that night. Was it because of him in a dress? He may put a drug on him because of a dress, but Bokuto is still a thief, a man who had blood in his hands, a man who can hold your life on the line and crushed them as if he was holding a tomato. This is Bokuto Koutarou who escaped from San Francisco, a man who's very intelligent in history and math, who has a monstrous muscular body - And Akaashi found the thought very endearing. He may look like an odd boy to find Bokuto as an attractive man, he found him captivating by allowing him to wear dresses and hold him close before the second he left. And that tore Akaashi's heart.

A walk home from his school comes very slow, he usually glanced at his surroundings in hope to find a small appearance of Bokuto. Like owls during hunting, Akaashi assumed Bokuto wouldn't walk in the open air during daylight without a disguise and guessing isn't his best basic skill. He isn't very good at judging people by their outfits, he always finds people to look as beautiful as they are with whatever they're wearing. Though, in the back of his head, he knows one of these people in this street is Bokuto. He doesn't know much about how criminal minds work, Bokuto's own tendencies are turbulent. Unpredictable unlike the weather.

"I'm home," Akaashi announced his presence, sighing sadly as he saw his father browsing for something in the fridge. He was supposed to be at work, but it seems like he stops for a break here, he often does that.

Hearing the footsteps from the kitchen, his father looked at him. "You didn't do the dishes this morning,"

"I was in a hurry. I'll do it now-," Akaashi was quickly interrupted by his father's intense glare.

"Did you tell your mother?" he asked out of the blue.

"I beg your pardon?" the son blinked his eyes in disorientation. "Father, I don't understand-,"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about, boy," he growled. "Don't play stupid. This is why all my friends are hooked up by you. You always act so stupid to catch their attentions. Aren't you my good boy, son? Since when did you turn into a whore?"

"E-excuse me?" Akaashi is caught off guard by these harsh words. His father always insulted him about his works, but never out of the line like this.

"Listen carefully to each of my words, Keiji," his father tugged his arm, painfully tugged him closer to him as he gripped tighter which caused Akaashi to hiss in pain. He glared into his emerald eyes and said, "When they touch you, you let them. Understand?"