prom night - bokuto x fem!reader

definitely not a mama's boy

I knock on Bokuto's door to ask him if he wants to join Auntie and I for some yoga.

"Kota?"

He opens his door, "Yeah? Wait what's that?"

"Yoga mats! Do you want to try yoga with us? It can hopefully help with your um... anger management." I whisper the last part to him.

"I don't know. I'm not really flexible to be doing all those stretches."

"Just try your best! We'll do some meditating too. That part will be super easy."

He agrees but says he needs to go to the store first.

"Are you sure you'll be alright driving? I can go instead if you're still feeling a little hungover."

"I'll be ok. Can I still borrow your car?"

I nod and wave him off.

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When he comes home he goes straight to his bedroom. As Auntie and I are waiting on the living room couch, he comes back downstairs and follows us to the patio. Auntie is wearing matching dark blue athletic tights with a tank top, and Bokuto is wearing a simple white graphic tee with black swim shorts.

We find a shady spot and roll out our mats by the pool. I place my mini bluetooth speaker on the patio steps and hit shuffle on my lofi hip hop playlist.

"Let's start with some stretches." I say.

We take off our socks and start synchronize stretching our arms and legs. I'm sitting in between my aunt and Bokuto, and I notice he really is struggling with our stretches.

"How are you two so flexible?!"

"Shh. Use a calm voice Kotaro." Auntie speaks in a dreamy voice while closing her eyes. "Focus on you breathing. In... Out..."

"You two really take this stuff seriously, huh?" Bokuto whispers to me.

My eyes are closed but I can tell he's looking at me. I nod and focus and my breathing as well.

Bokuto's POV

I can't do this.

I want to talk but I don't think now's the time. I have so many thoughts running through my head; all mainly about how my mother is supposed to arrive in just a few days.

Talking to Y/n calms me, not this yoga stuff.

"I- I can't do this. It's too quiet!"

I get up and try rolling my yoga mat back up.

Y/n reaches over and grabs my wrist. She's looking at me with sad eyes. Why?

Y/n's POV

I just wanted to do this one thing with him and Auntie. This one thing since we haven't actually done much with just the three of us.

Why does he give up so easily?

"Can you try it with us for a few more minutes? Please?" I plead.

"Ok. Just a few more minutes then."

We switch into Child's Pose and stay there for a minute. Afterwards, Downward Dog and Tree Pose.