The appointment

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The drive was 40 minutes full of tense silence. I tried some small talk in between with "How are you?", and "Thank you for making the appointment", and "Sorry, I might seem a bit messy", which he answered with an assuring "No, you look wonderful as ever.", making me frown since it was such a girlish compliment again. But when I asked how he managed to get an appointment so fast, he just clenched his jaw again and answered with a short "I know some people there", effectively shutting down any attempt for a full conversation. I don't know why, but somehow Bokuto seemed even more nervous than me. That definitely didn't help calming me down in any way.

By the time we arrived at the, very expensive and exclusive looking, clinic I was a shaking mess, only one step away from a full panic attack. Bokuto pulled into a parking lot, stopped the engine, unlocked his seat belt, opened both of our doors and stepped out of the car. I watched him silently and felt a little sting. Is he ignoring me? Did he not notice how shaken I am? Bokuto just calmly rounded the car, but when he didn't continue moving towards the entrance of the building, but instead stepped in front of the opened door on my side of the car I calmed a little. At least he doesn't seem to be mad at me. He crouched down, to be on my eye level, and shot me a look out of worried, golden eyes. His body was still a little tense, but now I was sure, that I was having his full attention. "Agaashi?", he asked me softly, taking my shaking and freezing hands between his much bigger and warmer ones.

Not able to react in any way, I looked at him with big eyes. He smiled at me in an encouraging way and continued softly: "Hey, I know, I can't really understand what you can feel, because I have never been in your situation. I can imagine that you are beyond nervous right now and that you fear this might change everything. But trust me when I say it doesn't.". I shook my head in denial and already started to protest, when he interrupted me: "No, I know it doesn't. I have a soulmate and this bond changes nothing.". Now he seemed kind of bitter and once again I felt tempted to ask him, what happened in his past, to cause this broken look, but the thought vanished once he continued, my mind concentrating on the more urgent issue. Although I noticed him using the present tense, when talking about his soulmate. "No matter, what happens, I am here at every step of the way. And I won't leave, no matter what comes out of this. I don't know if this really helps, because I am technically still a complete stranger to you, but...", "No, it does.", I interrupted him.

The eyes that had sunken down to gaze at his hands still wrapped around mine, shot up to look at me in wonder and surprise. "It does help.", I said now with a stronger voice and it was the truth. Just like he was able to calm me down at the beginning of our drive, better than even Suga managed, he had now warmed my hands and calmed the shaking noticeably. Bokuto was beaming at me, making his eyes shine even more and he commented: "I am glad", in a soft voice. I smiled back hesitantly. "Well, if it really helps, you can hold my hand the whole time during the appointment and even squeeze it, when the needle hurts.", he offered generously and I wasn't sure if he was being honest or teasing, because his voice didn't sound like he was mocking me. Nevertheless, I snapped back: "I think I am grown up enough, to handle a little blood.", glaring slightly at him. Now Bokuto's smile turned into a knowing smirk and he replied: "Ah, finally you are back. But I was actually being genuine, because I am definitely scared of needles.".

With that statement, Bokuto grabbed my hands a little tighter and used them to pull me out of his car into the cold winter air. Putting my feet onto the cold ground was the only help I was providing though, because I really didn't want to get out of those comfortable seats. Bokuto started whining a little "Come oon!" and just when Bokuto pulled a little stronger and I felt my backside lifting from the leather, Bokuto slipped on the icy ground and landed with a soft 'thum' on his butt. He even gave a shocked shriek in the process and the image along with the sound clashing against my mental image of an intimidating billionaire caused me to burst into laughing. Bokuto looked at me with wide eyes, and soon joined me in my full-hearted laugh. It was like laughing off the complete tension, leaving us breathless but relaxed. Just when we calmed down a little, Bokuto commented: "Okay, maybe you should hold my hand to steady me.", and I was gone again, bursting out into another laughing fit. Embarrassingly I started to choke from the force of my laugh, making us laugh only harder. The whole situation was just so absurd, that it took us a lot of time to calm down.

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