Tokyo//bokuaka

7.0

Kotaro Bokuto
北村真墨
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Keiji has left for work, after a quick peck to my lips he was off. I don't know what to consider us as. Are we together? Are we fuck buddies? Even though we haven't fucked..... yet?

I sigh, flopping back on my bed and biting my lip. We've only shared a few kisses, each being short, but all being completely and utterly heart wrenching. His lips are so soft, and they mold with mine perfectly.

My phone buzzes on my chest and I answer, not even looking to see who it is.

"Oya?"

"Hey Kotaro, it's your dad."

I lurch up in my bed, my eyes wide, my hand trembling with anger. I clench my hand tightly around my cell phone.

"What do you want?" I seethe, my blood boiling every passing minute.

"It's your grandmother, she's dying." He says, no emotion in his voice at all. But his words hit my like a truck.

My sweet grandmother, who raised me because my father's bitch ass didn't want to, is dying.

"I'm coming to Osaka right away."

I hang up, hopping out of my bed and packing instantly, whilst calling Kuroo. "Kuroo I'm going to Osaka something came up."

"Ok. I'll go book you a flight with our card."

"Two tickets." I mumble, shoving clothes and necessities in to my suit case.

"Two?"

"I'm taking Keiji-Kun with me."

~~~

I don't know what I loved more, the fact that Akashi came home and began to pack with out a word, or the fact that he kissed me.

I think both.

"When does the flight leave?" Akashi utters, wearing my Fukurodani crew neck from high school.

I check the time on my phone, whilst walking down the street to hail a cab to take us to the air port. "In an hour, do you have the tickets we printed out?" Akashi nods, following me in to the cab.

I don't know why I chose to bring him with me instead of Kuroo, but Akashi makes me sane, maybe he'll be able to distract me through this shit show of seeing my father for the first time in 12 years.

~~~

Akashi sits next to me on our plane, his hand clutching the arm rests as we fly down the run way and jolt in to the air. A whimper erupts in his throat and I wince at the feeling of my ears popping.

We sit in silence, my heart racing as we get closer and closer to Osaka each minute. I rest my head against the window, watching as we pass over the Tokyo city lights, a sigh leaving my lips, causing the glass to fog up.

I feel a warm hand in mine, our fingers interlock. I glance back at Akashi, who reaches over and brushed hairs that fall in my eyes out of my line of vision.

"It's ok." Akashi says, his voice so soothing it almost calms me.

I let out a deep breath and watch as Akashi lifts the arm rest between us and wraps his arm around my shoulder. He then pulls me to him and runs his hand to my hair, massaging my scalp.

I smile and rest my head against his shoulder. "Sleep Kotaro." He whispers.

I close my eyes. Hoping to sleep off my anxiety, I fall in to a deep slumber.

~~~

"Bokuto." Some one whispers my name and rests a delicate hand on my shoulder, lightly shaking me awake.

My eyes flutter open and Akashi stands before me in the isle holding my bag in his hand whilst putting his on. I sit up, my eyes still sticky from the little sleep I got.

"What time is it?" I ask, taking my bag from him and shrugging it on.

Akashi holds out a hand, which I take, and he pulls me up to him so we can exit the plane. "It's 3 am." He answers, rubbing his eyes as we walk in to the cold Osaka air port.

"Ok. I booked a hotel, it's not far from here." I say, my breath wavering from how nervous I am. We both walk to baggage claim and wait for our bags.

What do I say to my dad?

I fucking hate him with all of my heart. I have no remorse for the words I've said to him when he tried to come back in my life because he heard I was doing well. I fucking hate him so much. But I'm so glad he called me about my grandmother, or I would've never found out and been able to make it here to see her.

Akashi seems to sense my mood shift and grabs my hand, squeezing it gently. "I'll grab our things, to get a taxi." He says and I shake my head.

"The hotel is right down the street, no need to waste money on a taxi."

Akashi nods, spotting our luggage and pulling it off the convayer belt, handing my my small suit case and following me out of the airport.

We walk down the cold streets of Osaka, our breath being seen in the air before us.

I glance back at Akashi and see him looking around. "This is where you grew up?"

"Kind of. When I started living with my grandmother we decided to move to Tokyo so I could go to Fukurodani after junior high." I explain, watching as he nods.

"It's so peaceful, not as busy as Tokyo." Akashi observes and I nod in agreement.

"Thank you for coming with me." I say, finally being able to spit it out.

"Of course Kotaro, anything for you."

The way he says my name causes my brain to practically melt in my skull and my heart to beat faster than ever.

We walk in to the lobby of the hotel and check in, going straight to our room. Akashi drops his suit case, toes off his sneakers, and jumps on to the one bed in the hotel room.

I smile as I hear his soft snores, since he instantly fell asleep, and dial my father's number.

"Kotaro, do you have any idea what time it is?" He snaps once he picks up the phone.

I ignore his comment. "I'm in Osaka, is she at the local hospital?"

"Yeah."

"Ok."

"Love you son."

"Oh fuck off."

~~~
more drama and shit will happen with the color blind boy and the owl child. ;)

AND it's gonna get very heated with the presence of MR. FATHER BOKUTO.

Hope you enjoy beauties.