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Two

Akaashi wakes up groggy. He's warm and feels calm, which is better than how he's been feeling. He tries to slip out of Bokuto's grasp, but Bokuto seems to be still focused on Akaashi, probably still asleep. "Sleep some more, we have time." He gently speaks, pushing his chin over Akaashi's hooded head.

Akaashi falls back asleep.

Bokuto wakes up next, Akaashi's sleeping soundly in his arms, Bokuto almost feels bad that he needs to wake up the boy. Gently, he brushed the hair that had escaped from Akaashi's hood. "Keiji," he whispered, his voice soft and gentle. "We need to get up."

Akaashi stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked slowly, adjusting to the light. His gaze met Bokuto's and a soft smile spread across his face. "Morning," Akaashi mumbled, his voice still rough with sleep.

Bokuto sits up, Akaashi follows him. Bokuto looks at him, "How are you feeling?" He asks, still serious.

"When did you become so serious, Ko?" Akaashi smirks, standing up, going to freshen up, knowing that they have multiple matches today, instead of just one.

"Huh? No?" Bokuto comments, still sitting on the bed.

"You've been spending too much time with Kuroo-kun." Akaashi shakes his head, but he loves the care Bokuto has been giving him since last night.

Bokuto huffs, though, he walks forward grabbing his water bottle and taking a swing. "So how are you feeling?" He questions again.

"Fine." Akaashi replies, it's not snappy, it's more laid back, softer.

"Fine?" Bokuto questions, cocking his head to the side. Knowing that Akaashi's lying. Bokutos never dealt with Akaashi in these states, but he's picking up these signs that he's probably helped with the aftermath.

Akaashi sighs, "I'm tired and hungry." His voice is soft, almost a whisper. He avoids eye contact, his gaze fixed on the floor.

Bokuto looks at his phone, "We can go get food. Breakfasts are still open, come on 'Kashi!" Boktuo grabs Akaashi's hand, bringing him downstairs, they get their food, they sit. They eat, then they get ready to stretch for their matches. Luckily there also heading home tomorrow night, Akaashi's counting down the hours.

The gym was a maelstrom of energy as the Fukurodani and Karasuno teams prepared for their match. The air crackled with anticipation, the rhythmic clapping of hands and the shouts of encouragement creating a deafening cacophony. Amidst the chaos, Akaashi stood, his mind a calm oasis. He was focused, his body ready, but his heart felt heavy.

Bokuto, ever the energizer, was a whirlwind of enthusiasm, his infectious spirit lifting the team's morale. He clapped Akaashi on the back, a silent affirmation of support. Kenma, as always, was a study in calm, his eyes fixed on the court, calculating every possible play.

The whistle blew, signaling the start of the match. From the first serve, the intensity was palpable. Karasuno, with their unwavering determination and precise teamwork, proved to be formidable opponents. Their quick attacks and relentless defense kept Fukurodani on their toes.

Akaashi's mind was a whirlwind of calculations. He analyzed every movement, every pass, adjusting his sets accordingly. His tosses were precise, finding their targets with uncanny accuracy. Bokuto, ever the opportunist, unleashed his powerful spikes, his spikes thunderous and unstoppable. Kenma's receives were flawless, his fingers guiding the ball with surgical precision.

The match was a back-and-forth battle, with both teams trading points. Every rally was a test of skill and endurance. The crowd was on their feet, their cheers echoing through the gym.