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– 1 Hour before –

The door had slammed minutes ago, yet the sound still echoed in Bokuto's ears like a bell tolling grief.

He hadn't said much after gently pulling your arm—just a single nod before stepping into the snow.

The night was cruel. Snow fell steadily, blanketing the streets in a silence so soft it felt suffocating.

 Behind him, the party lights flickered from within the house, blurred by frost-laced windows—but Bokuto didn't look back. 

His boots crunched against the snow as he walked... then ran, desperation coiling around his ribs like a vice.

"Keiji..." 

he whispered, the name hot against the freezing wind.

His eyes scanned the streets, darting left and right. Each breath came in harsh, white clouds.

The wind bit at hisface, but it wasn't the cold that made him ache—it was the memory of Akaashi'seyes.

He had never seen that look before. Not in all their years of friendship. Not even in their lowest moments.

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