CHARISMA , Kōtarō Bokuto

SEVEN DAYS + 2

You had majority of people sleeping over because your house was far from campus. They scattered themselves in spare rooms and in the living room, Bokuto slept in your bed. You woke up to feeling cold. With your eyes still shut, you could feel that he had grown significantly and was squishy. You opened your eyes to see a giant teddy bear in replacement for him. You sat up, your slippers and a bathrobe missing from the door.

In a sleepy state you made your way downstairs. The music grew louder as you approached the kitchen walking through the living room. Most of your friends had already left, all who remained were yamaguchi, Tsukki, Aran, and Akaashi, who seemed to have a hickey on his neck. From out of the kitchen came Nia, bopping to the music with a bowl of fruit. She went and sat down next to Akaashi, who whispered something in her ear and she began laughing.
Inner thoughts: the maths is mathing...
You gave them a suspicious look before finally making it to the kitchen.

"Next time I'm feeling kind of hor-neyy~" Bokuto sang, spinning round your mum as he did so.

"You can come on over, and I'll break you off~" she carried on the lyrics, tossing the carton of milk to your other mum.

"And if you can't fu-uck that day baby, just lay back and open your mouth~" your other mum replied, bucking her hips as she stirred the mixture. At this point Bokuto had noticed you, but he turned away.

"Cause I~ have never met a guuurrrlll~ tha-t I love in the whole wide worlllld~" he sang these words to your mums who fake swooned, your other mum noticed you looking in the back and made her way over, rapping the lyrics at you aggressively. Your mum stayed with Bokuto, whispering in his ear and shooting daggers at you. His puppy ears deflated as he looked back at you, shoulders dropped and bottom lip sulking.

"What the fuck is that niggas problem?" You said loud enough for him to hear.

"Oh I dunno, Mebbe he's upset because you were whoring yourself out for that fake blonde dude." Your jaw dropped at her words. You let out a laugh.

"First of all, mother," you emphasised yourself bringing your face closer, "he kissed me without asking and all I did was return it. I don't know why the baby's all upset, we kissed later on and he slept in my bed?!" You looked over at your mum who was flipping you off, but stopped the minute you saw. She pulled him into a hug and he fake sobbed into her shoulder. "Yo. Go sort out your wife before I beef them both." You walked over to them, grabbed Bokuto by the ear, and walked him outside; all the while your mum screamed profanities at you as she poured pancake batter into the pan.

"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow," you released him, "ow! Shit that hurts!" He cried, pulling on his reddened ear. He shot puppy eyes at you before turning away all dramatically. "Sigh.."

"Nigga did you just say sigh?" You scoffed in disbelief. His jaw dropped at your statement, as if you slapped his mother.

"I think I am within right to be sighing Y/N." He turned away from you, throwing himself down on a pool chair; his hand splayed across his face, legs crossed like a 1950s milf. The robe exposed his chest and his legs showed from the gap in the gown. You rolled your eyes, looking up to the heavens for help.
Inner thoughts: is he okay?! This m- boy- child, is going to be the death of me
With a huff, you sat down next to him on the floor, staring up at him. He, not so slyly, side eyed you. Quickly covering his face again when he saw you were sat there staring at him and his tomfoolery.

"Bokuto." He sat up instantly. Shock plastered on his face. Shock and hurt with a shit ton of betrayal.

"Oh so I'm Bokuto again?! Hmm?! You kiss a guy and suddenly I'm Bokuto again? Who the fuck is Bokuto and did you kiss him too!" He threw himself back down. You went to speak, but he began kicking his feet up in a tantrum.