Awaited Encounter

Part 14

Akashi pov

Sharp pats against wood made me twist and turn. My brow twitched in annoyance from my fading sleep. When my eyes peeled open, I remembered what happened.

I ran my thin fingers through my thick hair with a sigh. My nerves were calmer compared to last night. When Kou passed out, I was at a loss. All I could do was cry and beg for Kuro and Kenma to come.

My nerves only got worse when they did. Kuro's grief was clear to me. I should've asked Kuro before telling Kou the truth. How selfish of me.

If Kou wakes up with all his memories, I not only put myself out there but Kuro as well. I should have never told Kou...

With another sigh, I tried to sit up but a certain someone had a strong hold on me. Me and Kou slept on the ground of the clock tower last night. To say it was uncomfortable would be an understatement.

The ground was coated in thick blankets which did 'wonders' for my back. I rather of slept on rocks. Plus, the terrible weather outside didn't help. Even now, cold air fluttered across my skin, with harsh rain resonating.

I noticed Kou shivering last night so I tried my hardest to cover him up. That includes wrapping him in my sweater and blanket. Even though I slept in the cold, at least I know Bokuto was warm.

Well, that is what I thought.

My head tilted down to see the same blanket I put on Kou, except now it was wrapped around my legs. Did Kou put it there? But isn't he still sleeping?

I turned my body to face the gray-haired man. Kou's features were relaxed with his mind still in slumber. A string of drool trailed down his right cheek, making him look as innocent as ever.

One thing I have noticed about my boyfriend is that he sleeps with a smile on his face. I found it adorable. My finger picked up and traced around the skin of Bokuto's cheek. Small bits of drool smeared against the tip of my finger. I ignored it and glanced down at my arm.

A thick cut sliced through my wrist. Looks like my cream is running out. I ran my thumb against the mark, finding another and another after that. All of them were exposed. Every disgusting secret engraved on my body.

Without realizing, I pulled the blanket on my legs over my torso. Even though Kou knows about my past, I am too scared to show him what I really look like.

For once in my life, I am self-conscious about my scars.

The volleyball player shifted, his head pushing farther against one of the pillows. He scrunched his brow in distress, sweat forming on his forehead.

Pain spread across his face within seconds. Kou strained his neck. Within that moment I saw a very light mark scarring the flesh right under his chin. It was small, barely noticeable. My finger went up to trace the wound, causing the volleyball player to flinch.

I pulled back my hand to see if Kou woke up, but he was still sound asleep. Instead, his eyes were squeezed shut with a tear streaming down his cheek. Is he crying...?

The sight made my body stiffen. I haven't seen Kou cry since our younger days. Back then, the ball of energy would cry over every little thing.

I found it strange. Kou never liked being alone, no one does. But my presence always had a large effect on his emotions.

One time, we were playing hide and seek. Kou looked for five minutes but couldn't find me. He gave up and started crying, thinking that I left him and didn't want to be his friend anymore.