Royals (BokuAka)

I: In which Bokuto is not a safe driver

Chapter 1
"Bokuto you can't just neglect your life." Daichi scolded him as he barged inside his room effectively waking him up. Bokuto was on his bed half-conscious and wholly hungover. His head throbbed and his stomach felt like digesting nails.

Last night was wild that was for sure. His body ached especially his thighs no doubt from dancing too long and hitting on both men and women. But mostly men.

"Uh-huh" He murmured into his pillow clearly too tired to do anything.

"Don't 'uh-huh' me" Daichi spoke again. Bokuto didn't reply he was falling asleep again which was a blessing until he felt his blanket torn off of him making him turn to his back, groaning eyes still shut tight. "Daichi what the fuck"

He heard a vicious yanking of cloth and the back of his eyelids burned, sunlight streaming through the window. He yelped after opening eyes, hissing violently. It didn't help his headache at all but it woke him up enough to sit up.

"It's 3pm and you're still in bed." Daichi reprimanded him as he turned around to leave the room "And didn't you have class at 1?"

Bokuto groaned "Fuck. I'm gonna fail" He stood up with almost all his effort, trudging out to the hallway and into the kitchen where Kuroo stood carrying a glass of water handing it to him and he chugged it down automatically.

"Bro, you look like shit" Kuroo leaned on the counter squinting at him "You're still wearing your clothes from last night" Bokuto looked down on his rumpled clothing and shrugged.

"Why don't you look shitty too?" He asked as he sat down after taking out leftover pizza from the fridge. Kuroo was with him last night and he was more than sure that he too was wasted.

Kuroo grinned "Well my wayward friend, it's because I'm used to this kind of stuff". Bokuto scoffed and rolled his eyes "Yeah right"

"I'm pretty sure that's not the case" Daichi strolled into the kitchen, ignoring Bokuto who looked at him pointedly still not over the sunlight bomb he dropped earlier. "He made this stuff this morning, it looked gross. Said it was perfect for hangovers"

Bokuto pointed his pizza at Kuroo "Pretty sure you got that from Hacking the System or some shit"

"Indeed I did" Kuroo smirked proudly "And it worked"

"Woah dude, what's it made of? Make me some" Bokuto rubbed at his pounding head "My head feels like shit"

"Well it's made of raw eggs, coconut water-" Kuroo recited knowingly babbling about the amount of electrolytes and proteins in the drink "Woah, woah, woah bro. You lost me at 'raw eggs'"

"But bro it works" Kuroo glared at him "Unless you're not man enough to take raw eggs"

"Excuse me. I'm more than man enough" Bokuto puffed his chest. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah bro"

" Not this again" Daichi murmured and took his thermos with him as he turned away "I'm going out with Suga, don't do anything stupid" He slammed the door closed. "Dadchi" Bokuto murmured. Earning a laugh from Kuroo. Honestly, Daichi was like their dad scolding them for stupid stuff that they sometimes did, well almost all the time. But it was fine since he was probably the only responsible one in the apartment with four other lunatics. Not that Bokuto admits that he's a lunatic. Not at all. Nope. Okay maybe a little.

"Yohoooo" A singsong voice sounded from behind Bokuto, Kuroo rolled his eyes and turned away to check his phone. Bokuto groaned "It's too early for you"
Oikawa appeared inside the kitchen dressed to go out and feined hurt, touching his chest dramatically "How very rude of you guys. And it's not early it's 3 o'clock"