Regretting Bokuto | Bokuto x Reader

Chapter Twenty • March 29th, 2017

••• March 29th, 2016 •••

It is Friday, the weekend has finally came.

Once practice was over, Bokuto told you he has plans for Akaashi to spend the night at his house. So, today, Akaashi allied with the two of you on the journey to reach your residence. The nearer you gain to your house, the distinct voices of arguing from inside a house became clearer. You've retained these voices enough the past months to know that it is your parents. You don't want them to know it's your parents. "I-I think I can walk home alone from here."

"Why can't we walk you to your house? Akaashi hasn't seen (cat/name) in a while and it's only a couple houses down."

The distinct voices of your parents became blatant the longer you lingered in place. You're worn out from their continuous, petty arguments and the fact that they are being this loud is utterly humiliating. Similar to almost every isolated night in your room with their battles echoing throughout the house, the tears flood your [e/c] eyes with the same nauseating feeling erupting within your body. You teeth draw your bottom lip inwards for an endeavor to mask the frown that desperately desires to be placed on display.

"(l/n)?"

You drive your body to face the direction of your residence. The two perplexed males are now abandoned behind you with only a view of your back. There isn't a single thread within you that desires to step even a foot inside of the high-strung environment you are obligated to go home to every night. You never want to go there anymore. But it's the only home you have, you are not left with a choice. "It's just not a good night. Maybe another time."

"Is something wrong?"

You croak, "I don't want to go home."

"Did something bad happen?" Akaashi interjects.

You shift your head to glimpse at them, the gush of tears you so desperately desired to conceal making a reveal to the boys gazing intently back at you. You shrug with a flimsy voice, "I just don't want to go."

Bokuto knowing your situation and having heard their voices before, makes the connection that the voices arguing are your parents.  You listen to your mother's voice screech, "You're trying to take (f/n) from me! Admit it!"

Now Akaashi knows too.

"I guess I have no choice though." You begin with the tears presenting no sign of ending. "I'll see you guys later."

It was nearly instantaneous when you perceive the familiar cage of Bokuto's calloused hand coil around your own, blocking you from departing further. "You don't have to go home. You can stay the night at my house with us."

"No. I don't want to bother the both of you. It's like a guys nights in or something. I don't want to crash it and ruin the night. It's fine. I'll live if I go home." You protest, clearing the tears from your face with your free hand.

Akaashi assures you, "It's not crashing if we invite you."

"Are you sure? Bokuto, your parents wouldn't mind?"

"Not if it's for a good reason like this. It's alright, please come."

"C-Can I snag my cat? I don't want to leave him alone with arguing all night." You question as Bokuto lets go of your hand.

"Of course."

The three of you head towards your house. The two volleyball players linger at the end of the driveway to wait for you to venture back out of it. You notice a window is open, that must be how their voices are so clear. Your mother must have burnt something for the window to be open when it's so cold.