Awaited Encounter

Part 4

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Bokuto's lips curled up to support the pencil he was trying to balance on them. My fingers gripped our textbook tightly, glaring at the childish college student. "Bokuto..." I mumbled with a tinge of annoyance.

Normally, his antics wouldn't bother me but after several hours of studying, my emotions tend to get a bit loose. At this point all the words in the textbook looked the same. The sight made my head pulse, and my eyes burn.

Bokuto frowned at my tone, making the pencil fall from his lips. "Akashii! When am I going to use this in life!" The gray-haired boy complained. He leaned back in his chair, letting the tank top he wore stretch.

"Probably never." I answered honestly. My eyes traveled across the table to where Bokuto sat. I tried not to stare at his exposed muscles now that he is wearing less clothing than usual. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to have our study session at Bokuto's apartment.

Kuro, Bokuto's close friend and roommate, left us alone. I didn't get to meet him; he was already gone by the time I arrived.

"Then why am I learning it!" Bokuto whined like a child. His head tilted back, showing more of his pale neck. My eyes wandered around Bokuto's body with care. I took in as many features about him as possible before exhaling. "Let's take a break." I stated while closing the large textbook.

The sentence brought life to Bokuto. His head sprung back up and a grin grew on his lips. "Hey hey hey! How about some food? It's late isn't it, it's almost 8."

I watched as the energetic man bounced off his seat and headed towards the kitchen. His top moving with every step. I swear that shirt was made to take my attention.

The view of Bokuto's broad back graced me as the tall man searched his cabinets. He has changed so much since those days. When we were kids, Bokuto was a little chubby with his round cheeks and baby fat. Looking back on it, he was adorable.

Now though, that has changed. I would not describe Bokuto's appearance as adorable anymore. More like... mature and taunting...

"How about I make us something?" Bokuto suggested, taking ingredients out of his white fridge. Bokuto's apartment is a lot cozier than mine. When you walk in, you are in the living room with a small kitchen attached. The floor is made of light brown wood and the walls are painted with a light beige.

You could tell when you first walk in that this was a boy's apartment. There was no theme to the rooms from what I've seen so far. There was even random stuff on the floor. Like a wooden boat which Bokuto calls his 'adventure time'. I can't even begin to question that concept.

Even though the apartment was strange and messy, I couldn't help but admire it. You could tell the people here made many good memories, unlike my apartment.

"You can cook?" I asked with the tilt of my head. Bokuto turned around and frowned, "why do you sound so surprised?"

"Because I am." I answered before moving from the table to one of the reclining chairs. Another thing weird about this apartment was its organization. Their couch was not the center piece of furniture, it was moved to the side. In the center of the room stood two brown recline chairs.

"That's mean Akashi! And don't sit there, that's Kuro's. Sit in mine." Bokuto gestured to the identical chair beside me. But they both look the same... why does it matter? I didn't bother speaking my question out loud. Instead, I moved.

My back pushed against the soft cushion of the chair. It made me sigh subconsciously, "well we haven't known each other for that long." I said in a whisper. I couldn't speak those words louder than that. Every time I think about me and Bokuto's current situation, I grow an aching pain in my stomach.