A Wish || Bokuto x Akaashi [REDONE 2024]

Clair De Lune

October 20:

Akaashi staggered awkwardly towards his homeroom, the burns under his clothes rubbing against his skin painfully. That weekend the doctor tested heat whips on him to sell them on the family website. If it stopped there, he wouldn't have cared so much about the ordeal... if it weren't for the pictures of his charred back included on the website.

It was shameful that someone would see his red eyes filled with tears, hair disheveled and body stripped of clothes.

He felt exposed...embarrassed. Red lines, some blistering from the burn, scarred his back irregularly and showed the world his vulnerable side.

To make it worse, a few days after that, as his classes passed, he noticed Bokuto acting...off. When they made eye contact, Bokuto would always be the one to look away. At lunch, Bokuto was nowhere to be found. And during the classes they shared together? Akaashi was practically invisible to Bokuto's eyes.

And that's when Akaashi realized how naïve he had been.

No one would choose to stick by his side that long. Who would want to be around some ugly loser who picks up dead cats? God, why the hell did he ever hope to be loved by him when Bokuto probably didn't even like him? Akaashi felt so dumb.

To spare Bokuto from the burden of associating with someone like him, Akaashi mirrored the avoidance.

No more pleading glances, no more calls for Bokuto drowned out, no more questioning friends about his behavior... It was as if Akaashi had never crossed paths with Bokuto.

Bokuto acted like a lost puppy, eyes red and puffy, more and more as the days passed.

It made Akaashi's heart shatter with worry, but he was afraid that if he tried to help or talk to the other boy, he would only make things worse.

Saturday started off different than usual. Akaashi was taken to the main house and was guided to one of the rooms, where the scenery was considerably new to him.

A bed propped up on a stand occupied one corner of the room, with a nightstand placed nearby. Crisp ivory sheets adorned the mattress, neatly arranged, while the gentle morning sun streamed in, casting a golden glow throughout the space.

As usual, a letter rested upon the blankets. They were letters from Akaashi's father that were filled with an explanation of that day's lesson. Akaashi grabbed it and tore it open, curiosity eager.

Dear Akaashi,

He read, handwriting loopy.

Those photos posted on our website last weekend became big. And I thought, because you're just a source for revenue, why not pursue another path for money? Kiyoko, your older sister, has already done this. The comments you received from the photos will make you the first male in our family to follow her steps, though.

-Your father.

Akaashi's eyes widened.

What does that mean?

Right on cue, the door behind him gently opened, revealing a woman dressed in a silky, white robe.

"You're Akaashi?" She asked, her voice slick, almost polished.

He didn't answer, his throat too dry.

What is this?

"Sit down, dear. I've been informed that this is your first, so I'll take the lead. It's my preference, anyway." Her smile was unnerving as she closed the door behind her. A click of the lock echoed in the room, air thick in tension.