Bokuto was whipped from the moment his eyes fell on Shouyou. He never stood a chance.
"What's your name?"
"O-Okay!"
"Uh... What..?"
Your classic (slight) nerd x jock story with a whipped seme and a sweetheart uke. :) Enjoy!
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At some point, Bokuto fell asleep, and, when he woke up, it was like everything that had happened was a dream. His body felt a bit more rested, though his nose was still running. He went into the bathroom to clean himself up and wash his face.
On his way there, he smelt something cooking and figured his mom was cooking breakfast. Once he was freshened up, he lazily stumbled down the stairs and yawned loudly.
"Mom~?"
"Ah, Senpai! You're awake!"
Bokuto walked into the kitchen. His body froze at the sight of Shouyou. In an apron. Cooking. Has he been blessed by the Gods? Is he still dreaming?
"Good... morning..?"
"Ahaha, good morning, Senpai, though it's not so much morning now. It's 4:30 in the afternoon!"
His smile was angelic, his bedhead was a sight to behold. Bokuto felt as if he should go behind Shouyou and wrap his arms around his waist and kiss the back of his neck or something.
Shouyou removed the apron from his body and hung it back up before making his way to his senpai and placing a hand on his forehead.
"You're still a bit warm. You should probably rest a bit more, Senpai."
Bokuto melted into Shouyou's touch, the ginger scrambled to catch the tall guy, only to be swept up off his feet and held incredibly close to his senpai.
A dust of cherry pink spread over his cheeks. "Uhm, Bokuto-Senpai..? It's only your mom's reheated soup, there's no need to get so excited about it, haha..."
Despite his unreturned chuckling, Shouyou smiled and wrapped his legs around Bokuto's waist and his arms around his head. It was almost shocking how much strength Bokuto still had even though he was ill.
"Please, marry me... I promise I'll take care of you forever and ever and ever..."
Shouyou chuckled again and nuzzled into Bokuto's bedhair. "That's the second time you've asked me that. It's me, you know? Shouyou, your underclassman, a guy..."
Bokuto took a few steps further into the kitchen and placed Shouyou on the counter to properly look him in the eyes.
Shouyou had to press a curled finger on his lips to keep himself from laughing as his senpai squinted his eyes, looked Shouyou up and down, locked eyes with him, widened and squinted them- It was as if he was assuring it was really Shouyou.
"I know," He finally spoke, his voice hoarse, but filled to the brim with love. Shouyou felt his heart skip a beat or two.
"It's always been you!"
Again, Shouyou was scooped up into those arms, nearly falling off the counter, had Bokuto not have been there to be his support. But when Shouyou regained his balance, he wrapped his arms around Bokuto's neck and nuzzled into his broad shoulder.
