the perks of a fractured wrist || bokuto kotaro

1 | there are no perks to a fractured wrist

The summer green leaves outside of Bokuto's window were slowly turning crispy around the edges. Just as the volleyball summer season had wrapped itself up, it seemed that all of Japan had decided that summer as a whole was officially over. It was a cloudy day, the sun hidden behind dreary grey clouds that seemed to soak up every ounce of light in Tokyo. Befitting weather, as Bokuto was also in a particularly dreary mood today.

Laying on the sofa with his limbs splayed, Bokuto had his head flopped back, his hair slightly damp and fluffy after having taken a very tedious shower. The cast that the doctor had put him in last week was proving to be one of the most annoying things he'd ever experienced. First of all, showering was awful, because he had to wrap his cast in plastic wrap in order to prevent it getting wet. Second of all, he couldn't do any proper upper-body exercise because he didn't want one really beefy arm and one really pathetic arm. Thirdly, he couldn't even make his hair look cool. The one thing that could improve his mood just a little bit, and he couldn't even do it properly.

Earlier that week he tried, but it was incredibly annoying to do one-handed. That, and his hair turned out semi-lopsided. Considering today was very much a lazy day, Bokuto had decided against it, thus his hair lay flat against his forehead. It was itchy.

His apartment was especially lonely today, too. Throughout the duration of last week he had had visits from the Jackals, Akaashi and his elder sisters which definitely lifted his spirits - he thrived off of being around the people he cherished dearly. But it was a Monday today, and they all had their own things to do. While Bokuto desperately wished he had someone with him always, he recognised how selfish it was. As much as he wanted and had done in the past, he couldn't go around begging people to spend time with him. He really, really wanted to do that, but after Akaashi had told him he scarcely missed a deadline because of Bokuto's shenanigans, he was hesitant to.

All he could do was grumble to himself on the couch, watching TV. He managed to catch a rerun of his match the other day, and he couldn't help but audibly wince when TV Bokuto made his final spike before falling to the floor and screaming in agony. Actually, he could scarcely remember what the pain felt like now. All he could recall was a burning sensation. Not burning exactly, but that's the only word he could think of to describe it as. The injury as of now, though, was just a persistent pain more akin to severe stomach ache, but in his arm. It hurt more when he put pressure on it, hurt less when he didn't.

Once again he found himself staring spitefully at his cast. In a way, it was kind of nice to look at because of all of the signatures he had received over the past few days from all of his friends. But also not nice, because it reminded him that he wouldn't be able to do anything he liked properly for at least, like, three months. He pouted as angrily as he could muster as he used his injured hand to grab some more barbecue-flavoured chips. That seemed to be the only thing it could still do well, really. But as fate would have it, he was all out of chips.

Bokuto audibly swore, unashamed to be as big of a drama queen as he wished in the comfort of his own home.

He had been purposefully putting off grocery shopping recently. Ordering takeout was just so easy! But maybe he needed this. Being outside might improve his spirits a bit, who knows. What he did know, however, was that all of this frustration needed to go somewhere, and today, it was going outside to that new grocery store that had opened up whilst he was away for the tournament.

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Getting off your bicycle, you swung your legs over the side and parked it in between the metal bars in front of the grocery store. It was about a ten-minute-or-so bike ride from your apartment, which wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. If you ever needed milk or... ahem... sanitary products... you wouldn't be in too much of a pinch. Dutifully noted.