Bokuaka - The accuracy of destiny - Angst/Fluff

Aftermath

I came to my senses to the taste of chocolate on my tongue. The rich and slightly bitter type, not the overly sweet milk chocolate that sticks to the roof of your mouth. It was all I could do to suppress a moan. "You back with me?", the familiar voice of Bokuto asked me and I opened my eyes to see him sitting in front of me, smiling slightly. When exactly had his voice become so familiar? With the spoonful of chocolate still frozen in my mouth, I looked around. Apparently, we were in a cozy little café, the city outside nothing I recognized. But other for grocery shopping, client visits and the occasional evening out with Suga and Oikawa, I wasn't out that often anyways. The café itself had a modern, clean, but otherwise unobtrusive design with a lot of earthy tones and warm light. We were sitting at a light wooden table in a booth at the back corner of the room with enough distance to the three other customers, that our conversation would remain private. The atmosphere was warm, but silent. Considering it was already getting dark outside, that was no surprise.

I turned back around and looked at the table. In front of me stood a piece of dark brown cake, so moist I could see it glitter lightly in the light. This reminded me of the chocolate, that was still melting on my tongue. I swallowed down one of the best bites of chocolate cake I ever had and looked at Bokuto curiously. "Where are we?", I asked him. He grinned a little while answering:" You passed out in the car, so I figured, maybe food might work like it did with the chocolate pudding that night. So, I brought you to the best café with the best pastry there is.". With the last words, his grin grew broader. He radiated pride and genuine enthusiasm. I smiled a little, because his grin was addictive and because I had to agree with him; this pastry is really the best. But my smile died, when I remember what brought us here in the first place. Right, the soulmate test.

"Hey, stop thinking about it for now.", I heard Bokuto say softly, with obvious concern in his voice. That forced a laugh out of me. How could I just stop thinking about it? So, I laughed. "Agaashi?", Bokuto asked even more concerned, when I didn't seem to stop laughing. "J-J-Just s-s-s-stop...", I hiccupped a little. My stomach started to hurt from the strain. "Agaashi?", Bokuto asked again, now louder, making my head snap up. When I tried looking at him and only saw a blurred blob Infront of me, I noticed the tears streaming down my face. And just like that the laughing stopped and I was left to sobbing. Bokuto seemed to move and leave the table. Just as I started to resign myself to be left alone crying in an unfamiliar café, I felt a hand in my hair pushing me head against something solid. Arms encircled me and I was surrounded by the smell of a rainy forest. My hands clenched onto his expensive feeling silk shirt, which I was probably ruining right now by rubbing tears and snot into the material. Not as if I would notice, even if my hands ripped a hole into the shirt right now.

Instead, I was focused on all the emotions flowing out of me. A forceful wave hurting in every part of my body. At least the pain seemed to lessen by the second and soon other senses came back, like the feeling of fingers scratching my scalp and a broad hand warming my back where it laid. I let the warmth seep into me, spread from the spine into the rest of my body until the pain and the sobs ceased. My breathes calmed with only occasional hiccups and my heart went back to its steady rhythm. Lastly, I noticed the light vibrations against my cheek, hearing Bokuto hum lightly under his breath, low and soft. I could even feel his calm, but strong heartbeat. Even though he must have noticed that my crying stopped, he didn't change his position, didn't force me out of his arms and continued his calming humming and the scratching of my scalp. And just like that every little drop of tension and energy left my body, until I was leaning slack against Bokuto's chest. Shit, I could really fall asleep like this.

Bokuto seemed to have realized that as well, because he whispered: "You still want your cake, or shall I just drive you home?". The utter betrayal of my body to noticeably perk up at the mention of cake without my consent. I heard and felt Bokuto rumbling laugh against my heating cheeks. "So, cake it is.", Bokuto teased. "Shut up", I muttered embarrassed while extracting myself from his arms. At least Bokuto seemed equally hesitant to let go. So instead, I just turned in his arms and laid my head on his shoulder. God, he was so warm and comfortable. His arms wandered to hold me around my waist, so I was free to eat the cake. I really couldn't suppress the pleased hum at my first bite. Before, I was too distressed to really appreciate the cake, but now I was fully conscious, when it melted in my mouth. And melt it did. I really have to remember this café and find out if it has a delivery service. I might get fat as a result, but it would be absolutely worth it.