A Parliament of Owls {BokuAkaKuroTsuki/IwaOi}

Three

A staircase, rain was running down the windows, everything seemed grey and slow, like a stone sinking in honey.

Akaashi couldn't breathe, his mouth opened up and he wanted to scream but no sound emitted from him, his lungs filled with something sticky, like oil or sugar and suddenly his eyes overflowed with desperation.

He blinked, once, twice before he could see his surroundings again, the edges still seemed blurry but there were wooden blocks on the carpet he sat on, a doll with a predatory smile was leaning against one of the small rooms corners and for some reason the kid couldn't grasp a single thought, his head screamed at him.

Wait.

The kid?

The scenery changed again, a mirror was propped against a window, make up was strewn around it, clothes and pieces of paper were thrown across the floor.

There was a teenager in a closet, his cries muffled due to his hands that were clasped over his mouth tightly, his knees hurt from his awkward sitting position and it felt hard to breath.

His eyes closed and he counted to fifteen.

He counted to fifteen.

Fifteen-

Akaashis eyes flew opened and his upper body moved into a sitting position so fast that his head started spinning and his gaze grew blurry. Where was he? It was too warm, he felt too disorientated and the brightness that cut through the otherwise dark room blinded him.

Soft lips pressed against his forehead and out of instinct he flinched away, hands covering his face as he took deep breaths and tried to force his vision to sharpen.

"Sorry, it's just me, didn't mean to wake you", a quiet voice spoke and the confused male froze. "Tsukki?", he breathed out and reluctantly dropped his hands. He could see more now that his eyes had started to adjust to his environment, there were glasses reflecting the light coming from the hallway and a suitcase lying in front of their shared closet. A loud snore echoed through the room and the blonde smiled slightly.

"Hey", another kiss landed on his face, this time his lips and he could feel the corners of his mouth twitching. "I'll just go changing and come right back, alright?", Tsukishima seemed tired, what was to be expected, due to the long train ride from Miyagi to Tokyo.

Akaashi could feel himself nodding, his mind was a sleepy haze and in his tired state he had already forgotten what originally woke him.

He turned around and crawled towards Bokuto, who was sprawled over the entire mattress, taking up most of their space, with Kuroo clinging to one of his arms, and sleepily rested his head on the older mans chest. He made space for the blonde, so that he could just slip behind him, because Akaashi knew how much of a pain it could be to sleep next to Kuroo. He kicked in his sleep.

He was already dozing off again when he felt the mattress dip and a long arm draped itself over his waist, he felt a slow exhale against his hair and then a nose carefully nudging his head.

With a content smile Akaashi Keji fell back asleep, this time without any dreams waking him up.

"And it's beautiful."

Akaashi groaned, he needed more tea, black tea, the blackest tea anyone could find. Maybe he should give coffee another try, would the caffeine still be there if he drowned the bean juice in milk and sugar?

Apparently there was a new video that went viral and his two oldest boyfriends loved it. "We literally live in Japan, why did you even watch that?", Tsukishima asked annoyed, his hair was still messy from sleeping and he hadn't bothered to put on his glasses yet, he looked good.