At some point during their walk home from the gym, Akaashi had agreed for Bokuto to spend the night at his house.
"My parents are out for a month," he'd unconsciously said, causing Bokuto to go into a begging frenzy to stay over until Akaashi said yes. Normally he would have been red with irritation from the sound of such irksome persistence, but the smile that would claim Bokuto's face whenever he agreed to something would make Akaashi forget all about how frustrated he was.
He entered his home with Bokuto in a matter of minutes, having walked faster than usual. Out there, the sickly one trembled like a new born animal, even with the extra jacket that Akaashi had offered him.
"It's warm-" Bokuto exhaled and shuddered once he was inside, slipping off his shoes.
Akaashi stepped in and turned his head. "I would hope so." He moved forward. "My room is this way."
Bokuto followed briskly. He observed his surroundings once again, having been fascinated by the inside of someone else's home. Everything was neat and placed perfectly here and there, giving Akaashi's house a warm atmosphere to it. It reminded him of his home...
Bokuto nearly bumped into Akaashi as he stopped to enter his room.
"You can sit anywhere." He climbed into bed and folded one leg, pulling over his laptop to start it up.
"Is your bed alright?" Bokuto pulled off Akaashi's jacket.
"I said anywhere."
Bokuto plopped onto the mattress right after those words, bumping his head against Akaashi's shoulder. He recoiled with a grunt.
"Watch it." Akaashi shifted to the side to give his visitor more room. Despite this, Bokuto was still close enough for their arms to touch. Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. "Do you want to watch a movie?"
Bokuto curled in on himself and pushed his hands into his hood pocket. "Yeah. Anything is fine." His yellow eyes stared at the screen intently.
"Okay." Akaashi opened the first movie that he had in his computer's memory. He pushed the laptop away and pressed play.
"What's it called?" Confused, Bokuto glanced over at him.
"Cloud Atlas."
"How long is it?"
"About three hours." He kicked his legs out of bed and walked across his room to retrieve a thick blanket that sat bundled up in a rolling chair. He then tossed it to Bokuto once he was close enough. "You've been shivering. Use it."
Bokuto gathered the navy blue blanket in his arms, and cautiously threw it around his shoulders. It was soft. "Thank you." He kept his eyes on the screen. "I used to handle the cold better than this." An embarrassed chuckle escaped him.
Exhaling through his nostrils, Akaashi reclaimed his seat in bed, crossing his legs. "Things happen."
"Yeah..."
Outside, the sky above grew dark as clouds rolled in. Bokuto quieted himself, curled up, and watched on as the movie started.
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