Akaashi's 18th (and the events that followed...)

37. Surf's up!

Akaashi sighed. Today was supposed to be a nice, relaxing day. A day where he and Bokuto could destress from their challenging jobs.

Until Bokuto invited Kuroo and Kenma.

"Race you to the beach, Bokkun!" Kuroo said, turning around in his skinny, red swimming shorts and bolting away down the pier, surfboard in hand.

"Hey hey hey - that's not fair! You've got a head start!" Bokuto yelled. His head whipped back to face Akaashi, imploring. Akaashi dutifully handed him the second rental surfboard, blushing slightly as his boyfriend pulled him in for a kiss - brief, their lips barely brushing - before running after their friend.

Akaashi doubled back to the car, where the door had been left open. A small figure was propping the boot open, hunched over a console. "Kenma?"

"Yeah, I'm coming."

Akaashi quickly grabbed the suncream in the back, almost certain that Bokuto would have overlooked it in favour of this morning's surf forecast. He headed towards the beach, dragging Kenma behind him. At one point he felt a presence towards his left, and glanced down the alleyway behind the ice-cream parlour. "Oya?" He called. But there was nothing to see - the alleyway was shadowed, and the only figures he could make out were two tall figures, kissing passionately, the taller one's arms wrapped around the shorter man, pulling him in tightly. Akaashi coughed and swerved his gaze back onto the pathway.

He hadn't surfed in a long time, and he was surprised when he heard that Bokuto and Kuroo hadn't gone surfing often. Volleyball was the priority, Akaashi supposed, but still... he thought Bokuto would have been so interested in it. That's why he had recommended it for this weekend, when they were both free. It was unfortunate that Kuroo had jumped at the idea, but oh well. At least he was able to find his old board when clearing out his apartment to move in with Bokuto, so they only had to rent two surfboards, for Bokuto and Kuroo. Bokuto being Bokuto, he had asked if Kenma wanted to 'give it a go'. Akaashi and Kuroo had nearly collapsed laughing at Kenma's disgusted expression.

When he and Kenma finally arrived at the seafront, he was greeted with yet another battle.

"I'm definitely going to be the better surfer Bokkun," Kuroo pointed out with a cackle. "You're all muscles, the board's just gonna tip over from the extra weight!"

Bokuto scowled. "No!" He yelled indignantly, puffing up his chest. "This will just help me get up onto my board. With your puny arms, you won't have the strength to even pull yourself up!"

Akaashi peered over his sunglasses, raising an eyebrow as he surveyed the scene. "You know what?" he said to Kenma, motioning to the sun loungers their boyfriends had set up, prior to their childish fight. Sometimes Akaashi couldn't believe they were fully grown men. It didn't seem quite right.

"What?" Kema asked.

"I think I'll save surfing until they've calmed down."

Akaashi was about to sit down, until Kuroo gave him a jeering smirk. "Scared you'll lose, Aka-kun?"

Akaashi rolled his eyes.

"Don't rise to it, seriously," Kenma said. "He'll calm down once he's fallen off a couple of times."

Akaashi turned to the gamer, not bothering to suppress the slight smirk on his face. "Don't worry," he replied. "I won't."

Kuroo was a decent surfer, Akaashi had to admit. Slightly better than Bokuto, despite Akaashi's slight bias. They both managed to stay up, and surf a few metres, Kuroo with a little more agility than Bokuto, before they fell.