The Sparkle Of A Golden Blue

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(Akaashi's pov)
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'Love comes in all forms '

Yeah, what about between two friends? Close ones? So close, you cannot afford to ruin it with your silly, worthless feelings.....
I closed the book I was reading. This is the only book about love I had on my multiple bookshelves. I was never a fan of love stories or fiction in general.  This book was gifted to me by my cousin who refers to me as a very...ah...unromantic person. I never bothered to contradict her ideas anyway. I was, in fact, a very unromantic person. But nowadays I find myself fantasizing about certain someone. That person makes me do things I perhaps, wouldn't have done in my typical, ordinary, sane, self. He makes me go insane. Cheesy, right? Sometimes I want to harvest this feeling within myself and sometimes want to make them go away.
The book that is now sitting on my bedside desk, could have been my guide towards love or whatever weird attraction I am feeling. But, the first line of the book cringed me out so much, I am pretty sure I am not turning the pages of the shining maroon colour book.

I am Aakashi Keiji. I am turning 22 in a month and I am a very 'stay shut and get things done '  kind of person.  And, the person I went on and on about shamelessly just now is my close friend Bokuto Koutarou. I met him recently at the bar I work in. It's been hardly a year and we have already become really good friends. Although I still don't know where exactly he lives or where he works. He avoids questions on these topics. I still think he is an affluent person nonetheless.
I like Bokuto. He is gorgeous and in my dull blue eyes, he shines like the only vibrant colour in my life. It's too late to have crushes like teenagers but I can't shake off the butterflies I feel when he appears before me.

I met Bokuto through Kuroo, a customer of mine. He brought him to  ' Metallica ', the place I work in. My first thought about him was 'goofy', just like Kuroo. He was loud and friendly.
However, the  first time he broke the ice was when spoke to me for the first: "Hey pretty boy, what's your name?" I still remember how my neck and ears warmed up as he leaned towards me, his golden eyes dark and drunk, his hair messy, his shirt falling off his shoulder and a drunk smirk plastered over his handsome face.
However, he was pulled back by an apologetic Kuroo. They left after that incident. Incident? Perhaps it doesn't even count as one. But somehow, that was the moment and that was the person that questioned my sexuality for the first time.

How do I calm myself down now?

End~

This is how I imagine him working at the bar 👾

the aesthetic that matches him 👾

Guys, this is my second book. How are you liking it this far? Happy reading everyone 💝