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Copycat- Bokuto

Dating Bokuto Koutarou meant living in a world where nothing was subtle. He loved loudly, laughed loudly, trained loudly, and most importantly-loved you loudly. Everyone at Fukurodani knew you were together. Bokuto made sure of it, slinging an arm over your shoulders in the hallways, shouting your name across the gym, kissing your temple in front of the team like it was the most natural thing in the world.

So when a new manager joined the team, you didn't expect anything more than another friendly face around practice.

Her name was Airi, and the first thing she did was look straight past you to Bokuto, even though your fingers were literally intertwined with his.

"You're the captain?" she asked, voice bright and sugary. "Wow... you're way broader than I imagined."

Bokuto blinked, glanced down at himself, then grinned. "Oh! Yeah! I do a lot of back workouts!"

You smiled politely. She never looked at you once.

At first, you told yourself you were imagining things. That it was nothing. But it started small and became impossible to ignore.

One afternoon, you braided a small section of your hair to keep it out of your face. Bokuto noticed immediately, jogging over after warm-ups and crouching in front of you like you were the most important thing in the gym.

"Hey, hey, hey-what's this?" he asked, gently tugging the braid. "You look like a cool warrior!"

You laughed. "A warrior?"

"Yes. A cute one!"

You didn't notice Airi watching from across the court. You did notice her the next day, though, when she walked in with the exact same braid, tight and awkward, hovering near Bokuto like she expected praise.

"Do you like my hair today?" she asked.

Bokuto squinted at her. "Did you... get caught in a rope?"

Akaashi choked on his water. You turned away to hide your smile.

Then it was your nails. You painted them black before a match, something you always did when you were nervous. Bokuto grabbed your hand dramatically when he saw.

"WOAH. They're villain nails!"

"That's not a compliment."

"Yes it is! You look cool!"

Two days later, Airi shoved her hands into his face. "I painted mine too!"

He leaned in. "You missed a spot." Then turned back to you. "Yours are better."

It kept happening. The way you tied your hoodie strings. The lip balm you used. Even the way you laughed.

But the worst was the hoodie.

You forgot your jacket one night, so Bokuto immediately pulled his team hoodie off and slipped it over your head without hesitation.

"There! Now you smell like me!"

"That's not comforting."

"Yes it is!"

The next day, Airi came wearing a Fukurodani hoodie. Cropped. Tight. Sleeves rolled.

She stood too close to Bokuto during drills.

"My hoodie is really comfy, don't you think?"

He stared at it. Then at you. Then back at her.

"...Why are you wearing team merch like it's fashion week?"

By the time practice ended that day, your patience was thin.