Ineffable

Ineffable | Thirteen

Bokuto crossed his arms, staring at the heavy rain outside his apartment as he tapped his foot in impatience. He wasn't one to worry, but Akaashi was an exception.

Akaashi may be a tough person, but in Bokuto's eyes, he's fragile. Really, really fragile.

Bokuto had seen more of Akaashi than anyone else. Bokuto knows about the scars on his back, about the bruises that appeared every so often, about his dislike on alcohol. Akaashi loved photography, he bought his own camera and it was all filled with pictures of nature, volleyball, and the two of them. He also loved music, he has a violin and he always play, especially when he's feeling down. He hated it when people watched, unless it's Bokuto.

Even after highschool, after college, they still stayed in touch. At least once a month, they would meet to talk and eat together, sometimes watching movies or just taking a walk.

Even after all those years, Bokuto knew nothing about Akaashi's personal life. He admitted that he never ask, but Akaashi never spoke about it, either.

So, when the doorbell finally rang, Bokuto rushed downstairs and opened the door immediately. He was faced with Akaashi, soaking wet from head to toe, with his violin case in his hand.

"Akaashi!! You really came!" Bokuto exclaimed happily, immediately hugging the smaller man tightly, while Akaashi didn't even resist. Once Bokuto released him, Akaashi entered the place, taking off his shoes and walked further inside.

"Just go to my room and get changed! I'll make some hot chocolate!" Bokuto said, as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Yeah," was Akaashi's short reply, as he did as he was told.

A few minutes later, the two was already seated on the couch, watching a documentary video about owls (Bokuto's request). Akaashi was eating all the popcorns, while Bokuto was grinning wide, doing his best to mimic the bird of prey.

After the movie was over, Bokuto somehow managed to drag Akaashi back to his room. He closed the door, with a look that said, 'We need to talk'. Akaashi didn't complain, he sat on the chair while Bokuto threw himself onto his bed.

"Hey, Akaashi..."

"Yes, Bokuto-san?"

"If I ask, will you tell?"

Akaashi nodded, tapping his fingers on the desk. Bokuto let out a huff, turning to look at Akaashi, and finally decided to give his question.

"... When we were in highschool... I saw those scars. Those bruises. Where did they came from?"

Akaashi frowned. "My parents."

"... You were abused?"

"Yeah. Mostly my father, but my mother sometimes did, too. They already left he country, so it's alright."

"Ooh... Well, I'm glad you're okay now..." Bokuto trailed off, "By the way... I thought you hate playing in public."

Akaashi nodded, "I did. I'm used to it now."

"... You didn't do it for the money, right? You did it for fun, right?"

"I was fired, Bokuto-san. I don't have any other choice."

Bokuto's eyes, and he abruptly sat up, "What?! How could that happen?! How can you pay your rent? What about your food?! It's-..."

"I stayed with a friend, Bokuto-san."

"... You could have asked me..."

"I don't want to bother you. Your job is not easy, I don't want to be a burden."