-Bokuto x Fem!Reader
(plus some Kuroo x Fem!Reader)
-Bokuto's your neighbor. Your childhood friend. Of course, you had a crush on him back when you were like five, but you got over it! That is, up until your junior year in high school when things c...
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Later that night you lay in your bed and stare up at the ceiling of your dorm. You had decided to stay at school while both Kenji and Phoebe go out again. Even though you usually go out with them on the weekends, everything that Kuroo said earlier that day began to hit you hard so you decided to take the night off.
Around ten, your phone buzzes and you roll to the side to reach under your pillow where you had left your phone. When it lights up, you see that Bokuto has sent you a message.
BOKUTO:grandpa fell. He's in the hospital.
"Oh my god," you gasp aloud as you sit up in your bed. You quickly pull your things together and rush out of the room.
Less than twenty minutes later, you arrive at the hospital. You quickly check in at the front desk and nearly run to Bokuto's grandpa's room.
When you get there, the door is wide open and you see Bokuto talking to his grandpa. When he sees you in the hallway, he stops talking and looks up.
"Y/N, what're you doing here?" he asks.
"Your grandpa," you huff as you look over at the old man in the bed. "Mr. Bokuto, are you alright? What happened?"
"Ah, geez, you told her, did you?" he grumbles at his grandson. "I told you I didn't want her to worry and now she's come here in the middle of the night."
"Grandpa if I didn't tell her," Bokuto attempts to whisper back, "she'd fucking kill me!"
Grandpa groans as he looks from his grandson back to you. "I'm okay, Y/N. I just fell down a few steps at home and Kotaro overreacted."
"I didn't overreact! You fell! What do you think I was going to do? Laugh at you?!"
"If it happened to you, I would have!" Grandpa argues back.
Bokuto shakes his head at his grandpa before looking towards you again. "Y/N, you can come in and stay since you're here. We were about to have dinner. Would you like something?"
"Sure," you smile as you pull up a chair next to Bokuto. "The food here's pretty good actually."
You smile at the thought, though when you see the death glare that Grandpa gives you, your smile immediately fades.
"I mean, not as good as The Jukebox, but good for a hospital," you clear your throat while Bokuto hands you the folded little menu.
You take a minute to ponder your options, making sure not to get anything that's on The Jukebox's menu. "I'll go with the breakfast bowl," you smile. "I started my day upside down so why not keep it going?"
After dinner, you give Bokuto a ride back to his house. You park in your driveway but walk with him over to his house.
"Do you want to come in?" he asks as he unlocks the door. "It's like midnight. You can stay if you want."
"I probably should get back to stand my ground in case Pheebs brings back another visitor, but I'll stay for a bit," you smile. "Kinda hard to say no to you."
"Good," he smiles back as he flicks on the lights, "cause I was kinda hoping you'll share some ice cream with me. I got a whole gallon of Neapolitan in my freezer."
"I'll get the spoons," you hum.
"Meet you on the couch," he replies.
About two minutes later, you and Bokuto fall back onto the couch side by side. He tosses the cap of the ice cream to the side and you hand him one of the two giant spoons you got from the kitchen.
"I'm really sorry about Grandpa," you tell Bokuto as the two of you dig in.
"He's probably right," he shakes his head. "I overreacted."
"No you didn't," you tell him. "He could have been really hurt. You did the right thing."
"Yeah, but now he's not at the diner. I've never really worked it without him around," he sighs.
"Well if it's the diner you need help with, I don't mind pitching in. I can cover for you while you visit him or just pick up a few shifts so you have another body around," you tell him as you scoop some of the ice cream.
"Really?! If you picked up some shifts that'd be great. I mean, I can't think of a better person to hire than you," he beams.
"Despite my so-called problem that Kuroo told you about?" you ask.
"Especially for that reason. Maybe this can be your distraction, Y/N! I'll pay you a normal salary. I think it'll be good for you," he nods.
"Then it's a deal," you smile. "Now let's eat."
Once the whole gallon of ice cream is gone, you lean your head on Bokuto and try to avoid the food coma you feel beginning to wash over you. You can't sleep here. You need to get back to your dorm.
But, no thanks to the random movie that Bokuto put on, you end up falling asleep right against his shoulder.
Bokuto is quick to follow after you. When he notices that you've passed out, he slinks down just a bit and puts his arm around you. He reaches for the remote and turns down the volume on the television. Then, with a sigh, he closes his eyes as well.
"Are you awake?" he hums quietly.
"No," you grumble as you turn your head into his chest.
"Want to sleep over?" he asks quietly.
"Did you ask Grandpa if it was okay?" you hum back, only half listening to what he's saying.
"He said it's cool," Bokuto smiles. "He likes you. But not as much as I do."
"Mhm," you respond groggily. Perhaps if you weren't so tired, you would have heard what he said properly.
