𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 || akaashi

-18-

You didn't wake up until around 1 the next afternoon. You had a mild headache. You walk to your window the open up your curtains. Probably not a good idea. But you didn't know the first thing about hangovers. Your eyes were sensitive to the sunlight beaming in your room.

"Close the damn curtains", Akaashi groaned. He drank more than you so of course, his hangover would be worse. You did and walked back over to the bed and sat on your knees while rubbing his head.

"You poor thing", you teased. He shifted his position so that his head was on your thighs and snaked his arms around your waist. You guys acted like a couple without the actual being in a relationship part.

Whatever moment you two shared was cut short by a ringing coming from your phone.

"Get off", you say nudging him.

You stretch over to your nightstand to pick up your phone.

"I'm shocked you're already awake."

"Who is it?", Akaashi mouths silently.

"Bokuto", you mouth back.

"I have a splitting headache right now."

"So I take it Shirofuku was the reason you've been ignoring me all week. You guys back together or what?"

"What? No! She's my manager!"

"Yet you're sleeping with her?"

You weren't mad but you were upset. You and Bokuto told each other everything. You've been hooking up with Akaashi in private without telling him. That would be hypocritical so you knew you had no rights to be.

"Don't judge me Y/n. It just happened. What were you doing in the bathroom anyway."

"What do you think people do in the bathroom, Bo?"

You felt like a shitty friend for hiding the fact that you were sleeping with Akaashi from Bokuto.

-

Akaashi came out of the shower with water dripping all over the floor.

"Is that my towel?"

"Yeah. It's a little too small for me."

"No shit. It's mine. Your clothes are over there."

"I can't wear those. They reek of alcohol. I don't need a lecture from my mom."

"Well I still have your shirt you refused to put on last night. Wear that."

"I told you already, I want you to keep that."

"Well, I don't know what to tell you." You pick up a bottle of perfume and handed it to him. "Use this. It should help a little with the smell."

"Why the fuck does it smell so sweet? I'm not using this."

"I use this almost every day. You're the one who always tells me I smell nice."

"Because you do. But it's not for me."

"Go home and get scolded then."

"Fair point."

You walked him to the door.

"Thanks to you my car is all the way on the other side of town."

"Would you prefer if I had let you drive home drunk?"

"You wouldn't have. Thank you anyway."

He kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger for a few seconds before walking away. It was a cute gesture, but you had to remind yourself that you weren't together.