Keiji Akaashi
明石啓二
~Bokuto has painted me three more times in the past three days, our visit coming to an end. His latest painting is of me and Kuroo, both of us wearing sweaters and holding cats that Kuroo found on the street. Bokuto was going to take it to the art museum but Kuroo said it was "too flamboyant" for his taste and needed to be hung up in their apartment.
So now, the gayest picture ever of Kuroo and I, hangs above their small fire place in the living room.
But today, Bokuto is taking a painting of me that I wish he would keep because it's so pretty. He spent the most time on it, two days, and every thing is just right. He painted me in my floral shirt, but he unbuttoned half of the buttons, letting it slide slightly off of my shoulders. I looked like a mystical creature and I loved it.
Today Bokuto's taking it to the art museum, of course I'm tagging along because he needs my signature.
Over the past three days, Bokuto and I have become closer and closer, since we've been alone for most of it seeing how Kuroo has been busy with work and his volleyball team.
I have now moved to Bokuto's bed with him, but for the most valid and hilarious reason ever.
Bokuto ran in to the room we've been sharing temporarily and leaped on to the bed where I was sleeping to wake me. But once his weight landed on the bed, the bar holding a majority of the bed up, snapped this it fell to the floor and ripped through the mattress (almost ripping through me) and now the bed lays in the dump.
But every morning since then, I've woken up in Bokuto's arms and I love the warmth he brings me, inside and out.
"Akashi!" Bokuto whines, pulling the blankets off of me from where I lay in his bed. I let out a groan and curl up in the smallest ball I can manage to keep warm.
"Get up, I want to leave soon!" He whines again, causing me to peak over my shoulder at him.
"I'm not wearing pants." I murmur, motioning to my tight underwear.
His eyes fall to my ass and he smirks. "Oh I know." He assures, crawling on the bed and laying over top of me.
His body crushes mine, a grunt leaving my lips. It's not that he's fat, it's that he's so muscular."Kotaro!" I groan, looking at the boy above me. Bokuto smiles, his eyes flickering down from my lips to my eyes. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks.
We sit there, just staring at each other before I find myself dragging my hands up to his face and cupping his cheeks. "What color are your eyes Bokuto?" I mumble, running the pad of my thumbs over his thick eyebrows.
"Gold." He answers, closing said eyes and smiling against my hands. "They're bright like the sun, people say they look an owl's, wide and bright. My mother always says that they're captivating." He adds, not once opening his eyes.
I smile, nodding in agreement with his mother. "They are, and I've never even seen the color of them." I admit, dragging the pads of my thumb down to his lip, lightly runing one over his lips.
"Akashi-San." Bokuto whispers. For the first time in forever, he seems nervous, almost hesitatant to speak.
"Hm?"
At my answer he opens his eyes, staring in to mine. "May I kiss you?" He whispers again. I gulp, my eyes widening slightly.
I nod my head, slowly. Bokuto closes the gap between us, our lips locking. The kiss is brief. But as soon our lips touched, every emotion coursed through my body. Sparks flew as our lips moved slowly together, melting in to a complete bliss. It's almost as if I saw every color there is, the kiss was magical.
Bokuto pulls away, a slight smile forming on his lips to match mine. I blush furiously.
"Let's go to the art museum yeah?"
"Oya."
~~~
Kissing Bokuto was a mistake. I can't stop thinking about it, and wanting to do more. The feeling of his lips drives me absolutely insane. As we walked, our fingers would brisk against each other, causing my heart to skip a beat.
We step through the doors of museum, heading down a long hallway, stopping at a bland door that almost looks like a bedroom door and has the word "Manager" in shiny letters towards the middle of the door.
Bokuto lightly taps his knuckle against the wood before twisting the knob and walking in, myself following him.
I look at the boy who sits at the desk in the middle of the room and my eyes widen. "Suga?!" I practically shout, looking in to the eyes of one of my friends from high school.
"Keiji?!"
Suga gets up from where he sits and runs over to me, engulfing me in a tight hug. The embrace brings a smile to my face.
I haven't seen Suga since him and Daichi graduated high school two years before I did. I lost contact with them after, only seeing Daichi since he plays on the Japan national team with Oikawa and Iwazoomi.
Suga goes back to his seat, laughing slightly at the shocked Bokuto who stares at us both.
"I met him in high school." I say, sitting down in one of the chairs that is placed across from Suga's desk.
Bokuto takes a seat next to me, his hand grasping my own. I smile at the touch, my heart leaping.
"I have a painting." Bokuto says, whilst grabbing out the painting.
"Did you watch the game against Russia?!" Suga asks, pushing his large round glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.
I nod, watching as Bokuto places the canvas on the desk in front of Suga as if it's a delicate piece of glass that can't be broken.
Suga picks it up, a gasp leaves his lips. "I-it's beautiful." Suga stutters, his eyes wide with admiration.
I blush, smiling at Bokuto. "It is huh?" Bokuto mumbles, squeezing my hand gently.
After that we left to go back to the apartment, our hands swinging between us as we talk and laugh.
"Aha, see that's why I don't like the ramen shop!"
"But Akashi, it always smells so good."
"That's false advertisement, because their noodles taste like complete ass."
"I love the taste of the ramen."
"You're disgusting."
"Says the one who kissed me."
"You asked an I simply gave you an answer. Who said I liked it?"
"AKASHI-SAN SO MEAN!"
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Tokyo//bokuaka
FanfictionIn which a painter and a barista with color blindness meet in the wonderful city of Tokyo. Tokyo Series #1 // I have no idea if any of the Japanese lettering (kanji) in this story is accurate. I just used google translate. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯