Take my hand (BokuAka)

A Blue Leotard

Welcome to my BokuAka fanfic! I really hope you enjoy!!!

Akaashi loves figure skating, well he did. Ever since he was three years old he has been practicing and performing in tournaments.

Even though he fully enjoyed the dancing, the one thing Akaashi always gets exited about is the outfits.

How the materials hugged his body, gems and crystals glistening, twisting gracefully around his pale, thin body.

His favourite outfit was the one he wore for his last competition in winter time. It was a deep blue which beautifully transitioned into Akaashi's skin colour. The long sleeves gave the impression of gloves that faded into his body. Along his stick thin arms were crystals that glistened in the light of the rink.

Nobody knew that Akaashi would put it on when he was alone in his house, it made him feel beautiful. Even on his lowest days just feeling the material float gently onto his body managed to give him a feeling of true euphoria, it was a feeling he truly treasured.

Despite his love for figure skating, he quit. Akaashi, the gold medal winning figure skater gave it all up. Nobody truly knows why, they just nod their head and make a noise that showed their empathy and understanding when he said
'It was too much work, I need to focus on my exams anyway'

People believed him. Most people anyway. To tell the truth the only person who didn't believe Akaashi was Bokuto.

Bokuto was a fashion designer and after watching Akaashi perform two years previous he had been hooked on making outfits for all of Akaashi's dances. The two had come to know each others and Bokuto always made the outfits perfect for his friend.

People never truly understood the science of Bokuto and Akaashi's friendship, they were almost polar opposites. Akaashi was a quiet, hard working guy who didn't really like to interact with others. On the other hand, Bokuto was a loud, over confident guy who was currently failing in both Japanese and Maths.

Akaashi agreed to help Bokuto study as long as Bokuto made outfits for him. Like a trade of some kind.

When Akaashi told Bokuto about his decision to quit, Bokuto immidiatly knew something was wrong

~~ Flashback ~~

It was mid spring, Akaashi was sitting on a bench next to Bokuto each with an ice cream in their hands. Akaashi's was chocolate and vanilla and Bokuto's was matcha and chocolate.

The sun had just started to set behind them giving the sky a beautiful spiral of reds, purples and yellows. This colour combination gave Bokuto an idea, like most things give Bokuto some sort of idea. But he was sure about this one.

'Akaashi! Akaashi!' Bokuto shouted enthusiastically
'What is it Bokuto-San?'
'I've had an idea about your next torniment outfit, it could be red an-'
Akaashi cut him off with a sigh
'I'm quitting.'