You sit on the bench next to the love of your life.
But yet you can't tell what you love about him the most?
His dumb ass smile?
His quirky face?
The way his voice sounds as it parts those lips you've yearned to kiss for years.
No.
It feels like centuries.
Your name is Bokuto and you have a huge crush on your setter and one of your best friends.
Although you'd die to be more than friends, but he never gets the messages.
You often talk about this person that you like,
This ideal figure you have created in your head who can love you the way YOU want and need to be loved.
And Akaashi always sits there with the same face, and the same happy expression, and pats you on the back.
"They sound wonderful!"
Or
"good luck on asking them out!"
When he doesn't realize how dense he is being.
You talk about whom you like,
To all your friends,
And they all say the same thing,
There is no difference in the relationship you two hold together.
But whenever he does smile you want to take a million photos.
When he cries you want to cry along with him.
When he is mad you want to be mad as well.
When he is anything you want to be the same.
Have some sort of closer connection than this broken bridge that lays across the void of your heart,
And him on the other side.
You just wish.
That he could,
Know.
YOU ARE READING
The lonely Owl; An Bokuaka Fanfic.
FanfictionSome say owls die when they are alone. But others say that they prosper. It's a test between the words of two, Whom may clash at some time. But then maybe, They may rejoin and fly off together. So they don't have to die alone. And they can prosper...
