The sun was floating lazily through the windows, but it was still too early to get up. At least on a summer Saturday, that is.
/Ah yes, I love these kinds of mornings,/ the younger boy thought to himself.
Bokuto was quietly snoring next to Akaashi, with his arms wrapped around him under the blanket. Akaashi could barely turn himself around and see his face-- he looked so cute and fragile, which was kind of ironic, considering what they did yesterday. His hair wasn't spiked up like an owl's yet, and it fell on his face, somehow making him even more cute.
"Mmhng..." Bokuto slowly opened his eyes, and started smiling bright when he saw Akaashi there, studying his face. "Morning. Are you still disoriented or something?"
Akaashi smiles a little at him, sighing. "Bokuto-san, don't ruin the mood."
"Mood?" Bokuto looks slightly alarmed. "What mood?"
"The mood when you wake up to the sun is shining, and it's nice and peaceful. Like everything in the world is completely fine. And you can just sit there in bed and slowly fall back asleep in your warm bed, because you know you have nothing important to do. You know that feeling?"
Bokuto just looks at him for a second, then he smiles again, hugging him tighter. "Yeah, I do. You're so pretty, Akaashi."
He laughs a little bit, "Oh, am I?"
"Yeah, even your words are pretty. Everything about you is so pretty. It makes me want to cry."
"Aw, don't cry," Akaashi laughed again, and turned over so that he was facing the other boy. "You're too cute to cry."
"I'm cute?" Bokuto gave him a starry eyed look, and Akaashi couldn't stop a grin from forming on his face.
"Yes. So, so cute. Adorable. You're a sweetheart."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!"
Bokuto smiled really wide, and Akaashi leaned in and returned the hug. "I love you, Keiji! I love you, I love you, I love you!"
Akaashi, still not used to hearing that after three months of dating, felt his cheeks heat up and just hugged the other boy tighter. "I love you too. So much."
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It was one of those mornings Akaashi always talked about. Same scenery, same month, same weather.
But the room was cold.
Bokuto reached over for the other side of the bed. As he should have expected, there was nothing there.
Akaashi left this city, this /world,/ a long time ago.
Or at least, it felt like a long time. Bokuto didn't even have the strength to cry anymore. All he could do was remember how amazing he was, and how amazing he made him feel.
Sometimes, Bokuto imagined Akaashi's ghost coming to visit him. Saying sorry for not being careful enough while driving, and telling him that it was all going to be okay. Telling him that he'd be able to be with him soon.
But Bokuto didn't have the strength to really do anything today. There was nothing to do. No one to see.
He couldn't think right, he couldn't even /feel/ right.
He was dead, and the worst kind.
So all he did was sleep as the birds chirped outside, and imagine Akaashi was there next to him.
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hello hello i bring an ultra short one for you
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