"You little bitch," Bokuto shouts through the closet door. Akaashi can't see anything-- just that they're locked in the dark, cramped closet that smells like feet.
Thanks to Kuroo.
"Kuroo, let us out!" Bokuto bangs on the door again, but Akaashi only sinks back, trying his best to avoid body contact.
But sadly, that didn't really work. This apartment's closet was nowhere near being considered big, and Bokuto takes up a lot of space (with those arms).
"Nope!" Kuroo replies, and Akaashi can hear the smirk in his voice. "You both have something to say to each other, and I won't let you out until you do!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Akaashi finally speaks. "I already told him we're having lasagna for dinner!"
Bokuto sighs, and through the tiny, eency weeny crack of light that breaks through the wood like a heavenly glow, Akaashi can see the tiny details in his eyelashes, and the way his eyes glow golden in the light and--
Wait. Shit.
This is why I'm stuck here? Akaashi sighs. Because I'm in love with him?
The owl haired boy turns at just the right moment to see Akaashi biting his lip, staring at him.
"You okay, 'Kaashi? Scared of closed spaces?"
Akaashi blinks a few seconds before answering, "Oh. Yeah, only a little."
"Do you need a hug?" Bokuto asks in almost a whisper, probably so that Kuroo doesn't hear them (even though the two trapped boys can hear the Neko Atsume music playing from Kuroo's phone, so he really wouldn't be listening).
But still, Akaashi was really touched and sunk down in Bokuto's (bara) arms immediately. He's so warm and cuddly, Akaashi thinks.
"But what do you need to tell me?" Akaashi murmurs. "I'd rather hug you in the freedom of our livingroom." Or my bedroom. On my bed. Naked.
"Um..."
"Tell him, you ass!" Kuroo shouts, but the sound is muffled from the door. "He's been waiting for this moment, trust me!"
"Not in a closet!" Bokuto groans. Akaashi looks from the crack in the door to Bokuto's cute little face.
"What are you talking about?"
Bokuto just looks startled. "I--"
"Tell him!"
"Kuroo, no--"
"Tell him tell him tell him!"
"Fine! I love you, Akaashi! I've loved you since you first walked into the gym to sign up for volleyball in highschool and whenever I'm sad I can count on you just by looking at your pretty face and your eyes are such an amazing color and you always smell like apples and cinnamon because of your shampoo and I can't eat cinnamon rolls without blushing and thinking about you and I love you!"
Akaashi kind of stopped in his tracks, frozen in shock and tomato red.
Bokuto quickly turned away from him and rattled the doorknob again. "Now let us out!"
Kuroo opened the door suddenly and the two tumble out. Bokuto glares at his best friend (who was still playing that goddamned cat game and avoiding glares) before flashing an embarrassed, shy smile at the youngest boy, who only stood there.
"Yeah... Sorry, Akaashi--"
Akaashi dives into Bokuto's arms again, but this time reaches up for Bokuto's hair. He hesitates at first, but then he brings their lips together for a long, sweet as honey kiss.
Bokuto immediately stills, terrified at first, then slowly puts his arms at the younger boy's waist.
Behind closed eyes, the two can hear a dorky laugh and then, "I guess you can say you two came out of the closet."
Ignorig their hazy emotions, Bokuto and Akaashi simultaneously flip off their wild haired friend.
