Trains | bokuhina

03

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Gotta get some nice clothes for mine and my precious Shouyou's date~! I wonder what he's doing right now? I bet he's missing me so much it hurts! Hang on, Shouyou! We'll be together soon, promise!

Putting his cigarette out on the palm of his hand before walking into the mall with an almost psychotic grin. As he walked, his phone vibrated his back pocket, urging him to pull it out and answer it.

"Hey, bro!" He exclaimed, earning a chirpy 'hey' in reply. "What's up?" His best friend questioned, silence overtaking the phone for a brief moment as a brush of orange fell in and out of Bokuto's side vision. "Ah, sorry, thought I saw something... Um, I'm shopping!"

"You? Shopping? Did Akaashi trash your style again or something?" Kuroo and Bokuto bickered back and forth until he reached a shop that seemed pretty interesting. "Oh, better go, bro! Talk to me later, 'kay! Also, tell Kenma hi! I know he's there with you!"

"Pfft, he can hear you. Your voice is, like, 35 decibels over the normal limit." Snorting, Bokuto said his goodbyes, purposefully being louder toward the end before hanging up and tucking his phone away.

"Ugh, let's get this done..." He murmured, scratching at his neck. He wasn't good with this kind of stuff, so he would've invited the fashion master: Akaashi, if only he didn't have to work.

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Nothing. not one single thing he liked was in there. It shocked him, too, 'cause this was a pretty well-known store. Deciding to go to the more secluded side of the mall, he saw something, again, from the corner of his eye.

Something bright, sunny, orange...

Quickly, he followed after it, ignoring the people in his way as his wide eyes scanned for that beautifully familiar hair. "Ah~ I might get super lucky~!"Turning a curve faster than necessary, he collided with someone, sending them to the floor and him a step back.

"Ah, ow, ow, ow, ow..." Sitting on his feet, the other person held their nose, phone shattered on the ground beside him.

Oh, my God...

Resisting his instincts telling him to surge forward and attack the smaller male in a hug, he got on his knees, tilting his head with a worried pout as he moved a bit of ginger hair from his face to see better.

"Kou-San..." He murmured, still holding his nose as a red liquid began to seep through his fingers, dripping on the floor. The people around them were the least of his worries right now, but he wanted to go somewhere private to heal Shouyou up.

"Sorry, I should've watched where I was going..." He woefully mumbled, helping the ginger up and grabbing his broken phone. "Your phone broke..." He uttered, holding it in his hand with furrowed brows.

"'s okay, it was already broken. I came here to fix it, ahaha." Placing a large hand over Shouyou's nose to help stop the blood, a rush of adrenaline flowed through Bokuto's body. The warm liquid added to the soft, tender warmth of Shouyou's body, and he wanted to feel every bit of it.

Wanted to feel that warmth under him, around him, around his dick. He wanted to feel it all.

When they reached the bathrooms, Bokuto locked the door and sat Shouyou on the counter, finally removing his hand and letting more blood gush out. "Ow..." Shouyou muttered, going to put his hand back over it until Bokuto grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

Pants oddly tight, breath oddly uneven, and cheeks oddly red, Bokuto felt as if he was losing his mind, looking at the red liquid drip from his hand and down Shouyou's frail arm. "Kou-San..?"

A soft voice snapped him out of his haze, and he tried to offer an awkward smile, snatching a paper towel and placing it over the ginger's nose.

"It's awesome how we ran into each other here! I didn't think I'd see you anytime soon!" Sparking up a conversation proved fruitful for him as a small smile graced Shouyou's lips. "Same here! But it's nice to see you again!"

His words echoed through Bokuto's head, bouncing around until they landed in a safe little file in the back of his head, forever to be remembered.

"S-Same! Same! Sorry, that the second time we met had to be because I body-slammed you to the floor!" Shouyou also laughed, cutting off halfway with a groan of pain that had Bokuto's heart hammering in his chest.

What other sounds... could he make?

"Your chest is like a rock," he grumbled, slinking back to lean against the wall, legs spread with one hand on his thigh, and the other keeping the paper towel on his nose.

The position made Bokuto's breath hitch, hand sliding down to grip at his trousers with a thick, hard-to-swallow gulp. His frail neck was completely exposed, and all be fucking damned if Bokuto didn't just wanna sink his teeth in it like a starved lion and a sheep.

"What are you doing here?" The little ginger questioned with a head tilt, bringing his head back down in Bokuto's direction. He immediately removed his hand, rubbing at his head to draw Shouyou's attention upward.

"Oh, uh, clothes! I've been here for a couple hours now, and really haven't had any luck, though..." A smile spread over Shouyou's beautiful, kissable lips. "What type are you looking for?"

Seeing this as the perfect opportunity, Bokuto tapped his chin, pretending to be stuck in thought. "I don't know. What kinda clothes do you think would look good on me?"

At this, his attention fell immediately onto Bokuto's body, as he thought it would, scanning over his large arms and tight t-shirt with a growing blush. "Uh, maybe something... you're really... really buff..."

Grinning proudly, Bokuto tugged his shirt up some and flexed, loving the way Shouyou's eyes widened in awe. "Wow, can I... can I..?" Seeming to get what he was hinting at with his small hand raised, Bokuto stepped forward and allowed Shouyou to run a hand up his abs.

A shiver racked his body, but he tried his best to keep it hidden as Shouyou placed a hand on his waist and squeezed it some. "Ah, I got it!" Shooting his head up, the heat from the ginger's hand was gone, leaving Bokuto to groan internally.

"Got what?" Carefully removing the paper towel, Shouyou licked above his lip and realized it had stopped bleeding. "You should definitely go for business casual! I'm sure button-ups look nice on you!"

"Oh, you think?" Tugging his shirt back down, Bokuto didn't fail to see Shouyou's eyes flicker down to his v-line, licking his lips some and turning away. "Why don't I show you some nice stores? I'll treat you to lunch, while we're at it!"

Face lighting up, Bokuto's grin widened. "I'm in!"

Yes, yes, yes! This is fate! It's fucking destiny! We were led to each other again!

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