Bokuto x Reader

The youngest I remember

-Important encounters are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other - Paulo Coelho 

Bokuto remembers moving into the apartment building with his single mother, holding her hand as she struggled with a box in the other. he can recall the lift wasn't working, the stairs were many and tiring for his young body, but he kept going because his mum didn't need him troubling her as well.

The weird thing about this day, was Bokuto can very clearly, recall meeting you. The sharp contrast of your eye colour to your hair and the tone of your skin, the colour of your clothes.

Had he had not been so entranced for reasons unknown to him- you would have scared him.

Black, ripped jeans and tall military boots, a tank top and sleeveless denim jacket over the top, a soft grey hoodie buttoned on the top, arm warmers hooked to thumb to elbow, leather bands and rope bracelets, band pins and patches ironed to the jacket, logos hand stitched to the sides. Your hair was messy and streaked with (fav colour), something he hadn't seen on someone since he had worked through the throng of Tokyo city streets with his mum looking for apartments.

Yeah you had been so scary, his mum's hand had tightened around his the moment her eyes caught yours, narrowed and aggressive looking.

But Bokuto recalls everything had gone a little slowly, those sharp eyes softened as they widened, your posture slumping a little bit as shoulders drooped lazily and hands untucked themselves from pockets.

"Would you like some help with that? It looks very heavy." You walked forward, smiling welcomingly, and winked at him.

"Ah um, thank you." his mum had seemed unsure, but you took the box, clearly understanding your intimidating effect, and let your whole body relax, your full height, well above his mother, dropping down to only a little taller.

The muscles in your arms rippled as you took what he had thought to be heavy box from his mum without batting an eye, and you introduced yourself as his mum showed you to their new apartment.

"I'm (y/n) (l/n), I'm foreign though so please just call me by my first name. You must be my new neighbor?"

"Ah yes, it would seem that way, thank you for helping with the box, you can just put it there if you'd like."

You put it down gently, not sure what was it in, and turned with a slightly unsure smile.

"Well, I'm Bokuto Nigiri, and this is my son, Bokuto Koutarou. We moved here to start at a new school, didn't we my little owl?"

Even at that age he was aware enough to be a little embarrassed by his pet name- and made his thoughts known with a red faced pout and protest- but then you were crouched in front of him and smiling with confidence in your eyes.

Their depths were warm, the only thing in focus, "well, I think owls are cool, don't you? they can turn their heads allll- the way 'round and they're really clever!"

He was shy at first, and remembers muttering that you have a funny accent.

You laughed, and his mum scolded him lightly, you invited them too your apartment, making yourself and his mother tea, and him something you called a milo.

"ah! Milo is from my country, you can have it like a hot chocolate or you can do this-" milk and then spoonfuls of the chocolatey looking goodness on top. "-And you eat it up with the milk!"

He really, really, liked that drink –only it wasn't chocolate, which was very strange he thought.

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