Tokyo//bokuaka

11.0

Kotaro Bokuto
北村真墨
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It only took one second for me to realize what just happened before me. But it took me five to react to it.

I watch as my Keiji falls to the ground, a grunt escaping my lips. Two seconds after he hits the ground I'm on top of my father, my fists colliding with his face.

I hear my name in the distance, people grabbing at my shirt but I can't stop.

I won't stop.

*earlier that day*

I'm in a better mood today. My hand is clasped tightly with Akashi's as we walk in to the hospital, making our way to the elevators.

Akashi hasn't spoken much since this morning, he was up all night facetime his friends due to their win against China.

We step in to room number twelve, my grandmother is sat up, eating her food quietly. At the sound of the door opening she turns her head and smiles once she sees us.

"Oya, my two favorite homosexuals!" She cheers, lightly clapping her hands together.

Akashi laughs, an actual laugh leaves his lips and my heart melts. That was the most beautiful thing I've hear in my whole life. It wasn't even a cute laugh, it was a loud obnoxious laugh, ending with a snort.

I laugh along with the two, making my way beside her bed, Akashi placed on my lap again.

A conversation soon blossoms, Akashi and my nana talk about the most random things. From his color blindness to how to make egg salad. I smile at the two as they crack simple jokes, leaving the too in laughter. My nana laughs so hard, she can barely catch her breathe.

"Oh Kotaro-" she says between laughs. "You have got yourself a good one here."

I smile at the blush rising to Akashi's cheeks. "Yeah, you're right nana." I agree, smiling widely at Akashi once he turns around.

"I need to use the restroom." Akashi gets up from my lap, his floral shirt brushing against my arm as he walks out.

I look back at my grandmother and see a slight smirk to her lips. I look so much like her, same hair color, face shape, funky eyebrows. Except her eyes are a gorgeous blue, almost like the color of the sky, her white hair acting as the puffy clouds.

"I heard about the competition, may I see the painting?" My nana asks, smiling at me with her gentle smile.

I nod, fetching my phone from my pocket, and showing her a picture I posted on my Instagram a couple days before when I painted the picture.

My nana gasps, admiring the picture on the screen of my phone. "He's so pretty." I open my mouth to speak before I hear a deep voice in the hallway. My ears perk up to the familiarity of the voice.

"Why did you even come here you faggot?" The voice slurs, obviously the person has been taking in some serious alcohol.

Then it hits me.

I rush out of the room to see my father looming over Keiji. "You turned my son in to a fucking faggot just like you! You don't deserve him! He's so much better than you!" My father slurs, Akashi's eyes widening.

"Sir, please just go, you're drunk-"

That's when it happens.

*back to present*

My father grabs me by my spiked hair, throwing me to the side. This time he's on top of me, sending blow after blow to my face.

"Just like old times huh?" He shouts, spitting all over my face.

I snarl and teach to grab something to shove him off of me, before he sends a blow right to my nose. I wince at the crack before shoving him off completely, I bring my fist back, swinging as hard as I can, but he catches my fist.

Doctors and security try to pry us apart, but they have no luck. My father shoved a few away, his large build towering over most of them.

"Go to hell." I spat at him, shoving him backwards.

That throws him over edge and he hits me again, this time all the more harder and more painful than before. I catch a glimpse of Akashi standing up, he grabs my dad's shoulder and shoves him to the side.

Akashi stands in front of me, a smile forming on my lips. "Bokuto." He snaps, his eyes full of worry.

This causes my smile to drop. "What?"

"It's your grandmother."

My world feels as if it falls apart when Keiji leads me to room number twelve. My phone lays flat on her chest, the sound of the flat line echoing in my ears. Doctors surround her.

Regret coursing through my body, along with anger, and sadness. I was too busy with my god dammed father to be here for her. That fucking bastard. Not only do I blame him but I blame myself. The ruckus must've caused her to worry, thus putting her heart on edge.

I feel the tears fall down my cheeks, slowly stepping closer. I stand beside her now, watching as the doctors mumble something to Akashi as they walk past.

I feel Akashi rest a hand on my shoulder and my whole world spins.

"I wasn't here for her when it happened like I should've been." I whisper, remorse lacing my words.

"Bokuto, it's your father's fault, do not blame yourself. Yes you handled the situation improperly, but let's be quite honest. It would've been worse if you were in here to witness the passing."

Every word he says is true, and I nod, grabbing my phone from her chest and slipping it in my pocket.

Good bye nana.

~~~

The day after my grandmother passed, Akashi and I were on our way back to Tokyo. After hours of crying in to Akashi's shirt, I fell asleep and awoke to the boy packing our things for us.

I was so grateful he was with me through my mourning. After a week or so I got back to normal.But it would've never been done with out Akashi.

The Akashi I'm irrevocably in love with.

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