Crushing It (Not Exactly) | K.Bokuto x reader |

Chapter 4: "You Need a New Look!"

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The day began as any other until Bokuto, with a sudden glint in his eye, declared that it was time for a new strategy to “help” (Y/n) capture their crush’s attention. As the team was finishing their usual drills, he sidled up to (Y/n) with a conspiratorial grin, practically vibrating with excitement.

“(Y/n)!” he announced, barely able to contain his enthusiasm, “I’ve got it! You need a new look. Something that’ll really make you stand out!”

(Y/n) blinked in surprise, laughing nervously. “A new look? I didn’t realize I needed one.”

“Oh, trust me,” Bokuto said, nodding confidently. “Sometimes a little change is all it takes for someone to see you in a whole new light. This is gonna be awesome!” His eyes sparkled with a fierce determination that made it hard for (Y/n) to say no.

With little room for argument, (Y/n) found themselves whisked off to the locker room, where Bokuto began his grand transformation plan. He rummaged through his gym bag, pulling out random items that seemed only vaguely related to fashion or styling.

“Okay, so first things first—your hair,” Bokuto said, grabbing a comb and inspecting it like it was a rare artifact. “Have you ever tried, uh… like, a super high ponytail? Or maybe I could give you some spikes!”

(Y/n) stifled a laugh as Bokuto began fussing with their hair, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he tried to fashion it into various shapes. His brows furrowed in intense concentration, his lips pressed together as he struggled to create something that resembled a “cool” look.

“Hold still,” he muttered, pulling and twisting strands into what he assumed was a bold new style. But when (Y/n) glanced in the mirror, all they saw was a chaotic mess of hair, sticking up in wild directions, looking more like a bird’s nest than a fashion statement.

“Uh… Bokuto,” (Y/n) said, holding back laughter, “I don’t know if this is… me.”

“Nonsense!” Bokuto said with a wide grin, stepping back to admire his work. “It’s edgy! And it shows you’re fun and full of energy, like bam!”

Akaashi walked into the locker room at that exact moment, raising an eyebrow as he took in the scene. “Bokuto… what exactly are you doing to (Y/n)’s hair?”

Bokuto grinned proudly. “Akaashi! Just in time. I’m giving (Y/n) a new look to help them catch their crush’s attention!”

Akaashi’s gaze softened as he looked at (Y/n), who was trying their best to suppress a giggle. “I see,” he said, his voice calm. “Are you sure that’s… necessary?”

“Absolutely!” Bokuto declared, undeterred. “I’m telling you, Akaashi, sometimes you just need to stand out!”

Deciding to go along with it, (Y/n) nodded, and Bokuto continued his styling mission with renewed vigor. After a few more unsuccessful attempts at creating a daring hairstyle, he stepped back and gave (Y/n) a once-over, his brows furrowing thoughtfully.

“Hm… maybe it’s not just the hair,” he said, tapping his chin. “You need something to wear that says, ‘Hey, notice me!’”

(Y/n) tried to imagine what Bokuto’s fashion sense would look like on them and felt both intrigued and mildly horrified. As if reading their mind, Bokuto rummaged through his gym bag again and triumphantly pulled out an old, slightly worn neon headband. He handed it to (Y/n) with a proud smile.

“Here! This headband will totally make you look like a star athlete!” he said, nodding as if his words were absolute truth.

(Y/n) accepted the headband, gingerly placing it on their head and giving Bokuto a weak thumbs-up. “How do I look?”

“Perfect!” Bokuto said, practically beaming. “You look like you’re ready to catch anyone’s attention now.”

(Y/n) glanced over to Akaashi, who gave them a subtle, knowing look that seemed to say, Maybe don’t trust Bokuto’s fashion advice entirely. Still, Akaashi’s mouth twitched in a tiny smile as he watched Bokuto’s enthusiasm.

A few minutes later, after Bokuto had offered and insisted (Y/n) wear his old gym jersey—because “nothing says ‘cool’ like a vintage jersey”—Akaashi finally pulled (Y/n) aside, his voice low and gentle.

“(Y/n), you don’t have to do all this to get someone’s attention,” he said, glancing back to make sure Bokuto wasn’t listening. “Being yourself is more than enough. Trust me.”

(Y/n) felt a wave of relief at Akaashi’s words, grateful for his quiet reassurance. “Thanks, Akaashi,” they whispered, giving him a small, appreciative smile.

Akaashi nodded, a hint of a smirk in his eyes. “Though… you might want to take off that headband before anyone else sees it.”

(Y/n) laughed softly and slid the headband off, feeling more like themselves again.

Meanwhile, Bokuto was oblivious to their conversation, still caught up in his “mission.” He clapped his hands, calling them back with another grand gesture.

“Alright, everyone, back to practice!” Bokuto shouted, casting a proud glance at (Y/n). “Our new look is ready to make a statement!”

(Y/n) chuckled, following Bokuto back onto the court, heart warm from Akaashi’s gentle support and Bokuto’s boundless enthusiasm.