Side note: on Ao3 there's a BokuAka fan fiction named rules where Bokuto is on the spectrum (ASD) and it's beautiful.
TW: Unintentional cutting/accidental self harm, OCD and OCD tendencies
Requested by tsukishimasgreendino
Akaashi took a deep breath, hearing the clanging of pans. Bokuto must be awake. He sat up and sighed.
His right foot touched the floor, then the left. Then he put on his slippers and pressed his feet into them. He got up and fixed the blankets.
Akaashi grabbed his jacket. "Left arm, right arm."
Akaashi went into the bathroom and ran cold water over his wrists. He dried his hands and went to the kitchen. "Good morning…"
"Good morning Keiji!" Bokuto turned. He opened his arms. "Everything good when you woke up?"
"Mhmm. Now chargers crossing or anything." Akaashi paused. "At least I think so."
Bokuto put his arms down. "Do you need to check?"
"I'll be okay. It's okay."
Bokuto smiled. "Good job." He gently pulled Akaashi to himself. He kissed each temple and then the top of his head. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
Bokuto squeezed him and turned to the stove. "This is a little different, okay?"
Akaashi nodded.
Bokuto had made them egg sandwiches, and sweet bread with chocolate chips in it. "Remember, if you want to go back to normal you can. Just tell me."
Akaashi nodded. He sat at the table. Pick up a fork. Touch right palm to the table. Left palm to the table. Too hard. He did it again. Too soft.
Bokuto waited until he was done figuring it out before handing over his plate.
"Thank you." Akaashi tensed. What if the cords in his room were crossed? What if it caused a fire? What if it killed Bokuto? It would be all his fault. "Hang on."
Akaashi hurried to his room and saw that the cords were fine. He went to the kitchen.
Wait. Were they okay or was he imagining things?
Akaashi checked again.
And again.
Finally, he went to the kitchen and ate. Bokuto got him to relax a bit and Akaashi managed to finish.
Bokuto headed to work after showering with Akaashi, ignoring his tapping on the walls and movement. He was used to this by now and knew what to do. Which was mainly ignoring his tendencies.
Odd numbers, tapping, noise, and habits were all normal at this point.
Akaashi went to school and his favorite seats were taken on the bus and first few classes. He had to eat the wrong lunch, which was two meals done improperly.
He would have dinner normally. It was okay. It was alright.
He just needed to get back on schedule.
When he got home it was around four-thirty, which was when he showered again. He charged his phone and played the same five songs. He washed his favorite cup, filled it with cold water, and sat on the kitchen floor.
He started on dinner soon after and was able to relax. Cooking was clean and good and repetitive.
As he cut onions, he spaced out a bit thinking of replanning the night a bit. He knicked his thumb and then stopped completely.
