Bokuaka - The accuracy of destiny - Angst/Fluff

Gossip Time

I didn't know, what to stare at. First option was my phone. I had an unread message from Bokuto on it. He sent it 2 hours ago, and I still haven't opened it. I mean, I already knew what it would contain: either a regretful apology for giving me false hopes or a date and a time for my appointment at the laboratory. Depending whether Bokuto managed to organize me an off-time appointment one day after Christmas or not. I didn't even know, if I still want the appointment, considering the ill feeling I am having in my stomach since this morning. I don't know, what took me so long to actually realize the situation, but now I have to deeply think about the consequences of finding my soulmate, while crushing on someone else. Because that's what happening with Bokuto right now. While the person of interest seems completely unphased of the possibility of me and another soulmate. I guess. I honestly have no idea what Bokuto is thinking.

My second option is staring at the picture I had just finished. Once again, Bokuto's musky, wooden smell and our topics while talking, triggered a new image, displaying in the forests. It showed a famous scene from an even more famous fairytale. The poisoned beauty was laying in her crystal coffin, the moon illuminating her pale skin. Over her in the trees was a white and black owl watching her with his golden eyes. If he made sure, the beauty could sleep peacefully and uninterrupted, or if he wanted to kiss her crimson red lips himself, was open to the viewer. It was a mystery, that I haven't solved myself. Would he watch and observe, only to make sure I am in good hands and the prince coming and kissing me awake would be a good one? Or would he take action and kiss me himself, snatching me away from whoever the prince was, I was destined to be? All I know is, that it is Bokuto's fault, that this picture contains two colors now, golden eyes and red lips.

A ringing interrupted my thoughts and I remembered what happened last night besides getting a possible soulmate and my midnight talk with Bokuto. Suga promised me to come over with Oikawa and I am surprised he waited that long. It was 3 pm already, and by now my door has not been kicked down yet. Standing up, I decided it would be the best to hide the picture, knowing Suga would probably overanalyze the situation. When he sees I am starting to draw with color, he will probably pester me until I admit feelings deeper, than I am actually holding. Some shit about being in love, which is definitely not the case. Yet. Unfortunately. How did it even come this far, that it's a possibility for the future? I already see myself falling deeply for Bokuto and I am doing nothing to prevent it. Maybe I am just a masochist.

I hid the painting in my private room, hearing the doorbell ring for the fourth time, indicating the state of patience my guests are reaching. Which, on a scale from 1 to 10, would be none. So I sped up a little, to get to the door before the fifth ringing, failing and opening the door just while Suga pressed to button for the sixth time, glaring at me and asking: "What took you so long?". "Well, hello to you too. Thank you for your visit. You may come in now.", I snarled back. "Don't get all sassy, it's freezing cold outside and you let us wait.", Oikawa snapped now too. Ah, what a good day to be alive. I closed the door after the two hurriedly stepped inside, shivering a little at the cold air and getting a pointed look from Oikawa in return. "Stop being a crybaby. At least I already got you some wine to warm up.", I answered in return, while Oikawa and Suga put off their coats and shoes. "Maybe you would have been warmer if you hadn't worn such a thin shirt. How about a sweater next time?", I mocked at Oikawa's button down, that was nearly see through because of how thin the fabric was.

"I have to look fabulous, no matter what the temperatures are. Not everybody rocks the messy painter look with paint stained clothes, like you do, Akaashi.", Oikawa rolled his eyes and that's when I realized, I was still in my old painting jeans and the former white shirt, now with black paint sprinkles. "I am sorry, if my appearance is not to your liking. I will dress up, as soon as possible. How about a tux? Or shall I just get straight to a cocktail dress?", I asked sarcastically. "Oh, I would definitely want to see you in a dress, Akaashi.", Suga chirped to stop our argument. "Not going to happen.", I plain stated. "Oh, too bad. But don't listen to Oikawa. I think, your ass looks amazing in those jeans.", Suga grinned at me and I just rolled my eyes in respond. "God, you are both so gay. I am going to shower and change clothes, don't worry.", I said. "Well, so are you. I mean, a little birdie told me, that you got laid last night.", Oikawa smirked at me, already walking in the direction of the stairs for my apartment. "Suga!", I frowned at my other friend and he just smiled innocently, following Oikawa to the stairs.