In which a painter and a barista with color blindness meet in the wonderful city of Tokyo.
Tokyo Series #1
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I have no idea if any of the Japanese lettering (kanji) in this story is accurate. I just used google translate. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Akashi stepped out of the bathroom after changing and my breath instantly hitched in my throat. He wears a sheer button up t-shirt, showing off his chest. My mouth gapes open as he walks over to his bed and grabs his phone that stays plugged in. My eyes travel down his body, he wears black skinny jeans to match the shirt and black boots. He was on facetime with Oikawa and Iwazoomi earlier this morning so they could help with his outfit.
But I can't get over the shirt.
I must paint him in it.
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It's a shirt I would see more on a girl than on a boy, but god damn he's fucking rocking it. It shows off his cute little curves, the skinny jeans only adding to his curvy build. I groan softly and stare at the boy. He's only been here two days and I'm already falling in love.
"Are you okay Bokuto?" Akashi asks, his soft voice filling my ears with a sweet sound.
"Akashi-san, you must let me paint you in that shirt!" I whine, flopping on my stomach and staring at him in admiration.
Akashi giggles softly. "You've painted me twice already, but why in this shirt?"
"Because you look absolutely stunning in it baby." I coo, our eyes locking.
I bat my eye lashes and roll, literally, out of my bed, sauntering to the bathroom to shower. As I strip and step in, I realize one thing.
I just called him baby.
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Once out of my shower, I pulled on some ripped jeans that hang loosely off of my hips, a black tank top that has "Tokyo" written across the front in bold white Kanji, a black and red flannel around my waist, and a black jean jacket to cover my shoulders. I spike my hair up and slip on my Timberlands, grabbing a back pack and practically skipping to the living room where Akashi waits for me.
I walk out and see that he's on FaceTime with his friends: Oikawa and Iwazoomi. He talks about them a lot. Oikawa is "very pretty and he knows it" as Akashi would say. Iwazoomi is "scary but like a big teddy bear even though he's shorter than Oik." Quote by Akashi Keiji.
"Iwa-chan SO MEAN!" Oikawa yells on the other line.
"Iwazoomi put on some pants please, I don't enjoy looking at your tic tac." Askashi mumbles, inaudible shouting is heard in in response.
I snort at the comment, causing Akashi to turn and look at me. He cocks his head to the side so I follow his instructions and hop over to where he sits. I plop down right next to him and shift so I'm in the camera's line of vision, thus making me very close to Akashi.
