Bokuto missed Akaashi's set twelve times.
"Shit- shit." His frustration was unmasked. "Please toss to me again!" He threw the ball to Akaashi.
There's no stopping you, is there? Taking the ball in his hands, Akaashi aimed for the approximate location as to where Bokuto would spike the ball. He wanted for him to spike it at least once lest Bokuto threw a self hate-induced panic attack.
Watching as Bokuto ran forward, Akaashi set the ball perfectly. It brought him back to his high school days. Now if only the sickly one would hit it.
The sound of the palm of Bokuto's hand meeting the ball sounded much like an explosion. Akaashi flinched. It had been so long since he'd heard something so loud. It was amazing.
"Ha! Did you see that?!" Bokuto was bursting with emotion. He was ecstatic. "I spiked it perfectly just now! That toss was perfect!" Without hesitation, he ran across the court to retrieve the ball.
Akaashi knew that running probably wasn't the best thing that he should have been doing, but he said nothing about it. The ball was tossed back to him, and again, he got back to tossing the ball for Bokuto.
After three sets, there was another hit, and another cheer from the former ace. Akaashi raised his eyebrows.
"Impressive." He watched the ball roll further away from them, and expected to see Bokuto trailing it, but instead saw nothing. He turned his attention back to the only other in the room.
Bokuto stared off in the distance from beyond the net, his face carrying a confused expression. After a moment, quietly, he spoke.
"They... Aren't really there, are they?" The words left his mouth reluctantly.
Akaashi glanced in the direction of where Bokuto was staring. No one. They were the only two in the gym. He dug his thumb nail into the side of his index finger and returned his gaze to Bokuto.
"They aren't really there." He had to force himself to say the mere four words.
Bokuto mouthed an "Okay," before backing up several steps. "Could you please toss to me some more?"
"Sure." Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball.
YOU ARE READING
in another life. (Bokuaka)
RomanceSleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too..