The Ace of Spades

{3} New Friends

The sun was beginning to set as the group of six walked along the city street. Bokuto walked into the back of the group with (Y/N) who had her eyes laser focused on Kuroo.

"I feel like we haven't hung out in ages," Bokuto sighed.

"It's been at least four months since I saw you, even longer since I've seen some of the others," (Y/N) replied solemnly. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but part of her missed the old days. The fun stuff at least, she could live without the death and fear.

"You still think about all the shit that went done?" Bokuto asked, practically reading her mind.

(Y/N) thought about whether she should lie or not. If she said yes she felt like she was just putting a bad omen out into the world, but saying no would be a blatant lie.

"I suppose," (Y/N) shrugged, opting for a more vague response.

The pair walked in silence for a few minutes. Bokuto looked almost the same as he did back then, still muscular with his silver-streaked hair. However, in most recent times he kept his gelled spikes to a minimum and opted for a more flat look. The girl wondered if she looked any different now. She hoped that when her friends met her eyes she was still the same girl they met years ago.

"I could tell you were thinking about Sakusa back at the stadium," Bokuto suddenly said.

(Y/N) felt her stomach churn slightly at the mention of his name. "Yeah," was all she could manage to say.

"Everything that happened was so fucked up," Bokuto spoke.

There was no good response to what he said. Everyone who was involved most likely had nightmares for years after what happened. No matter how tough you are, watching your friends die, or try to kill you will have some lasting effect.

"It sounds fucked up but," Bokuto took a pause and then continued speaking softly. "I still miss them, even after everything they did."

His words made (Y/N)'s stomach churn. Still slightly selfish and narrow-minded, the girl always forgot that they had all been friends for years before she came along. The betrayal that Bokuto and everyone else went through must've been a whole new level of pain.

"I'm sorry," (Y/N) suddenly apologized.

Bokuto eyed her confusingly. "Why are you sorry?"

(Y/N) shook her head and sighed. "I'm always stuck in my head that sometimes I forget people can have similar feelings too. It's pretty selfish of me."

Bokuto threw his head back laughing. He then reached out to Akaashi who had been enamored in a conversation with Tsukishima about Eastern European art.

"Akaashi, do you think (Y/N) is selfish?" Bokuto blurted out.

Both Akaashi and Tsukishima cocked their heads around and stared at (Y/N) which caused her face to turn bright pink.

"No," they replied in unison.

"Why is she not selfish?" Bokuto inquired further.

Akaashi shrugged, his brain racking to find the proper response. "I mean she flew to Brazil by herself to find Hinata and help us," Akaashi said.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes.

"Actually, I was there with her," he butted in.

A broad smile appeared on (Y/N)'s lips as she looked at Tsukishima's annoyed glare. Bokuto and Akaashi sent him icy stares at his lackluster response. Finally, he let out a sigh and pushed his glasses further up his nose. "I already agreed that she isn't selfish," he groaned.