{ESCAPISM} Bokuto x Fem!Reader

30 | Sepia

The following morning you wake up in a hot flash. You can feel your entire body sweating as though you were just being burned alive. You sit up from where you lay on the couch and look over at Bokuto. However, he isn't there. You quickly wipe your blurry eyes and look around the room. He's nowhere to be seen.

When you stand up, you let your blanket fall to the ground carelessly. Then, as you walk to the door, you realize it's no longer snowing. In fact, it doesn't look like it has been snowing at all. There's not even a dusting on the ground.

"You're awake. Good," you hear a familiar voice call to you. When you turn around you see your mother standing by the entrance to your living room.

"Mom? I thought you and Akujin were away. And where's Bokuto? Did you kick him out?"

"What? Aku and I have been here the whole time. You're the one who just showed up. It's not even winter break yet. I thought you were sick," she responds as she walks toward you with a cup in her hands. "Here, take this. It's tea. I was going to drink it but you look like you just saw a ghost."

"I'm so confused," you shake your head as you accept the drink. "What's going on?"

"I think something happened at school," another voice chimes in. It's your mother's girlfriend. "You know, we can talk about it if you want, Y/N. We don't always have to meet in the office."

"Office? What're you talking about?"

"Y/N, did you forget about what we talked about last week? You really lost it once Bokuto's grandpa passed away. Akujin kindly offered to talk to you. She's a very good therapist."

"Therapist?"

"I'll let you two be," your mother smiles at her girlfriend before walking out of the room.

"Now, Y/N, can you tell me what happened? Was it the dream again?" Akujin asks as she sits down on the couch.

"What dream?" you ask before taking a small sip from your teacup.

"The one you were telling me about last time. About your friend, Bokuto. I think you're bottling up a lot of important feelings, Y/N."

You quietly sit down on the opposite side of the couch as you attempt to process everything that Akujin is telling you. Therapist. Dream about Bokuto. You 'lost it' after Grandpa died?

"How long ago did he die?" you quietly ask her.

"About two weeks ago," she answers calmly. "Did you forget?"

"No," you shake your head. "I think I just lost track of the time. Is Bokuto still seeing her?"

"Yes. He and Aimi seem very happy together," she nods.

"And she works with him at the diner. They stay there together until closing. He makes her food. Then they go back to his place," you think aloud, no longer talking to Akujin.

"That is correct," she responds anyway. "But they still haven't made it official. It's not too late if you still talk to him. That is what Colbie tells you, isn't it?"

"Colbie?" you think to yourself.

"Yes, the pretty girl you're friends with. She's your roommate."

"Phoebe?" you whisper.

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing," you shake your head. "You're right about Colbie. She always wants what's best for me."

"She was really worried when you were getting all those drugs from that addict friend of yours," she then scoffs.

"Kuroo," you both say at the same time.

"Fuck."

"Are you sure you're alright?" Akujin continues to ask you. "Did you hit your head or something? You didn't take any more drugs from him, I hope."

"No," you shake your head. "I don't think so."

"Good. Now how about you and I take a trip to the diner. It might be good to see Bokuto and finally talk to him. You haven't spoken a word to him since his grandfather passed away and you don't want it to look as though you don't care."

"Of course I care!" you gasp as though she had just accused you of being a serial murderer. "Bokuto's grandpa was like my own. But I don't want to go with you. I can do it by myself."

"Y/N, I don't think it's a very good idea for you to be driving alone," she tells you softly as she reaches her hand out to your knee.

"Oh, fuck you, Akujin. You may be my fucking therapist and my mother's girlfriend, for now, but I'd rather kill myself than let you boss me around. I know how to fucking drive."

"Then make sure you know where you're going. Your mother won't be too happy if you ruin her car by getting into an accident."

You scoff as you stand up from the couch, and as you walk away, you stick your middle finger up at her. "Fucking bitch," you whisper as you grab your car key. "I can do it on my own, thank you very fucking much."

As you get into your car, still muttering to yourself about how much your hate your mother's new fling, you put the key into the ignition and back out of the driveway.

When you get to the diner and step inside, Marlene greets you rather quietly, as if she's not sure whether to let you in or not.

"I'm here to see Bo. Is he around any..." you begin as your eyes wander the diner until you find him. Near the back. Kissing the girl who works with him at the diner. Aimi.

Just then, from behind, a man wraps his arm around you. All you can feel is his tall slender body, so, thinking it's Kuroo, you turn around and smile. But much to your dissatisfaction, it's Caden.

"Hey, baby, what're you doing here?" he asks sweetly. "I thought we were going to meet up later but you said you were busy..."

"That's 'cause I am," you scoff as you push him away from you.

And though he continues to make a scene, you manage to break yourself away. That is, until your eyes land on Bokuto, watching you from across the diner.

Your whole body breaks out in a sweat. You can feel your head begin to spin as though you're about to pass out. You can see him start to walk over but, instead of confronting him, you stumble out of the diner.

When you get into your car, you find it harder and harder to breathe. Tears stream down your face as you continue to hyperventilate. Your brain screams at you, trying to pull you into a hundred different directions until you can't take it any longer.

Hidden in the glove compartment in front of your passenger seat, you grab a small plastic bag of pills. You dump the whole thing in your hand and grab your water bottle nearby.

Then, through blurry eyes, you gaze upon the diner for one last time. As the pills enter your throat, you swallow hard. Perhaps it's better this way, than in your dream. Or illusion. Or whatever Akujin will call it. Maybe the forensic pathologist will say it was a simple overdose. An accident. Maybe on purpose. Either way, you don't care.

Maybe now you can escape back to that dream, the one where Bokuto promised he'll always be beside you, and you'll never have to worry about a therapist, or an ex-boyfriend, or even another woman in the picture ever again.

THE END