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

Chapter 12: The Big Game

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The air was charged with excitement as the team took to the court, the stands packed with fans, all buzzing with anticipation. But for Bokuto, everything seemed brighter than usual. You were there, right in the front row, cheering for him with a smile that fueled his every move. He caught sight of you, and his heart skipped a beat, an extra boost of adrenaline shooting through him.

With a grin that radiated confidence, he jogged over to the court, glancing back at you one last time before the match began. He gave you a thumbs-up, his eyes alight with excitement. “This game’s for you, (Y/n)!” he called out, his voice carrying over the noise. You smiled back, feeling your own heart race as his gaze lingered on you. The weight of his words made your chest swell with pride and happiness.

As the whistle blew, the game began in a flurry of motion. Bokuto was unstoppable—each serve, spike, and dive executed with perfect focus and precision. His energy was infectious, carrying his teammates along with him, and he seemed almost untouchable, every move a testament to his skill and determination. And every time he scored, he’d look your way, his smile growing wider, feeding off your cheers.

“Bokuto-san’s on fire today,” Akaashi noted, a small smile pulling at his lips as he glanced at you knowingly. The entire team seemed invigorated by Bokuto’s spirit, and the crowd couldn’t get enough. It was as if he had found an extra reserve of strength and was pouring it all into this game, letting nothing hold him back.

The final moments of the match were a blur of intense focus and movement, and then, with one last, powerful spike, Bokuto clinched the winning point. The whistle blew, and the crowd erupted in cheers, their applause ringing through the stadium. Bokuto’s teammates rushed over, surrounding him in a flurry of pats and high-fives, but his eyes were searching for you.

Breaking away from the crowd, he sprinted toward the stands, his eyes locked on you. You met him halfway, slipping past the other spectators until you reached him, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground with a laugh that was pure joy, his energy as infectious as ever.

“You were amazing, Bokuto!” you cheered, your voice filled with pride. “I’m so proud of you!”

Bokuto set you down, keeping his arms around you as he caught his breath, his face flushed from both the game and the excitement of seeing you. His gaze softened, his usual loud energy momentarily replaced by a quiet sincerity. “I did it for you, (Y/n). Every point… every move out there was for you,” he said, his voice barely more than a murmur.

The sincerity in his words made your heart swell, and you reached up to gently touch his cheek, brushing back a few stray strands of hair. “And I’ll always be here, cheering you on,” you replied, your own voice filled with emotion.

He leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he soaked in the moment. “You make me feel like I can do anything,” he whispered, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “I don’t know if I would’ve been able to play like that without you here.”

Your hand slid down to take his, fingers intertwining. “Bokuto, you’re amazing all on your own. I’m just… really lucky to be by your side.”

He pulled back slightly, a determined spark flashing in his eyes. “No way. I’m the lucky one, (Y/n). And I’m gonna be the best partner ever—the kind that never lets you down. Just you wait.”

You laughed, feeling your cheeks warm as he squeezed your hand. “I’ll hold you to that.”

He beamed, and then, without hesitation, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. It was gentle but filled with all the feelings he couldn’t put into words, a silent promise that he’d give his all—for you, for both of you.

As the noise of the stadium gradually returned, and his teammates began calling him over, he reluctantly let go, though not without a quick wink. “Stay right there. I’ll be back for a victory celebration, and we’re getting milkshakes. My treat!”

You grinned, watching him rejoin his team, feeling warmth radiate through you. Bokuto’s laughter rang out above the crowd, a sound of pure happiness and excitement, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy for him and for everything you’d shared together.

As the two of you exchanged a last glance across the crowd, the future felt bright and boundless, full of promise and possibility. In that moment, you knew this was only the beginning of something wonderful.