Rainy Mornin's || Bokuto Koutaro

Rainy Mornin's

These kinds of morning were always your favorite.

The mornings when Bokuto didn't have to be anywhere but in bed, with you wrapped loosely in his arms. When the sky was grey and cloudy, leaving the light from the window full enough to only lull you awake to the sound of rain gently tapping on you're window.

It's rare that you'd wake up before him, but with his cramped work schedule, and the late night practices that left him bruised and sore, he'd eagerly taken time to sleep in.

You'd wiggled from his grip, stretching against the bed and moving to sit up. He, beside you, mumbled something in his sleep before pushing his face further into his pillow.

Your bare feet landed on the floor, and you shivered as the they made contact with it. You'd told Kou once that you'd wanted to get a carpet installed, but knowing his messy nature, you knew you'd be vacuuming every day, and laziness over powered comfort in your book.

Pushing yourself to the window, you pulled the heavy glass open, and a cool breeze immediately forced your muscles to shrivel and writhe under your prickled skin.

The sound of rain echoed in the now cool room, just as you wanted, just as you liked, and you shuffled your way back under the covers beside Bokuto. "Mornin'. " He voice gravelly beside you, his body turning to the side to face you. "Good morning." You smiled the kind of smile that made his skin run warm.

He remembers the first time he'd seen it. He'd gifted you a bouquet of flowers when he picked you up for your first date. When you accepted his flower in one hand, your lips grew into an uncontrollable grin as you revealed your other hand behind you back, holding a bouquet of your own. His smile grew to match yours, and you both shared a laugh as you exchanged the lovely flowers. He could still imagine your face every time he smelt Ambrosias on the street.

His hand was the first thing to make contact with your back, before he pulled himself to you. His face found itself buried in your chest, (a place he often found himself in) claiming it to be the "the warmest place," and he mumbled something into the skin there.

"Hm?" You hummed, the sound muffled into his hair.

"You opened the window?" You could feel his lips moving against your skin.

"Yeah, want me to close it?" You knew the answer before you even opened your mouth, you asked it every time.

"No, I can smell the rain 's all." He shook his head, his hair tickling your lips and nose in the process.

"Mm." You answered, gently running your fingers through his hair.

Silence ensued, though he'd practically been purring by the time you pulled your hand away to rub his back.

"I'll need to get up soon." Your breath brushed past the shell of his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "I need to be at work by 10."

He pushed himself from you, only enough to meet your eyes. "That soon?"

10 wasn't soon at all. You were sure that if the both of you had lived normal lives, the kind where you actually needed to work to suppport your monthly expenses and Bokuto wasn't basically a celebrity, he would think 10 wasn't early either.

"Mhm." You answered meekly, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. He leaned in further to the kiss, the hand pressing firmly into your back pushing your closer. When he pulled away, he'd pushed himself upwards so that your faces were adjacent, and leaned his forehead against yours.

"We'll get up in just a few more minutes." He grumbled, thick bulky arms pulling you impossibly close to him and nuzzling his nose into your cheek.. "No, no. If we don't get up now, we won't get up at all." You laughed when a hand came to cover your mouth, successfully quieting you, before you nipped at the skin on his palm.