until death do us part

2

After Akaashi finished the pancakes Bokuto had made for him, he got up to put the plate in the sink. He looked down, his eyes glued to the bloody knives and tools he couldn't name.  Akaashi dropped the plate, standing still as it shattered at his feet.

Bokuto got up, letting out a sigh.

The plate.. I ruined his plate.

Akaashi panicked, slowly turning to look back at him.

"I'm sorry I'll.. I'll clean it and buy you a new plate.." Akaashi kept his eyes on the other as he slowly got to his knees to pick up the broken pieces.

Bokuto plastered a smile on his face, grabbing Akaashi's wrists tightly.

"You're fine, Agaaashiii! I don't want you to hurt yourself." He said cheerfully, pulling Akaashi away from the broken plate.

"It's.. Akaashi-" He tried to correct the other.

"Agaashi." Bokuto glared back at him.

"Right. Bokuto-san, it's been fun but I really need to get to work.."

"I'll come with you!" Bokuto stood up quickly, leaving the shards on the floor.

"Maybe it would be best if you stayed with your buddy.. yeah?" Akaashi stood up, backing up towards the front door of the old, messy apartment.

"But I said I will go with you." Bokuto huffed, kicking the bag again out of anger. Akaashi quickly covered his ears, not wanting to hear the sounds the person would make.

"Okay... let's go together then.." He slowly lowered his hands, the sound of his heart pounding loudly in his ears.

Bokuto smiled, unlocking the front door for Akaashi.

"Don't run, okay~~?" He teased and grabbed Akaashi's wrist, pulling him out the door.

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The apartment wasn't far from the convenience store. Akaashi noticed Osamu was already inside. He nervously opened the door, the little bell notifying Osamu of his presence.

"I'm sorry I'm late, sir." He lowered his head, heading toward the back room to put on his uniform.

Osamu only sighed, eyeing Bokuto as he followed Akaashi inside. He held his arm out in front of Bokuto, stopping him from entering the back room.

"Employees only."

Bokuto glared at him before flashing a smile and backing off.

"Right! Sorry." He walked through the aisles, grabbing a lighter.  He walked back up to the counter and pointed to a pack of Marlboro cigarettes.

"Two of those," He said as he tossed the lighter on the counter. "And this."

Osamu grabbed the two packs of cigarettes, ringing them up with the lighter.

"1,100¥." Osamu looked at Bokuto, waiting for the money.

Bokuto dug through his pockets, pulling out crumpled up bills from his pockets, lightly stained with his previous victim's blood.