Mascot

Bokuto

The mascot disappeared from the field almost immediately after the game had been won. The crowd swept up Bokuto, hindering his search.

Over the celebrating, they heard it; the squeeling of tired, glass shattering, the thunk-thunk of a body rolling over the car, the horn blaring.

Bokuto was one of the first to make it to the parking lot, clamping down on his tongue to stop the deranged shriek before it could come. The mascot head lay in the bushes some feet away and Bokuto couldn't believe who he saw lying in the mangled body of the suit, the car that hit him long gone.

Akaashi's pretty face had been banged up and was bleeding profoundly. It took three other players to hold Bokuto back from the scene.

"Akaashi!" He couldn't believe it. The mascot he'd fallen in love with for always knowing exactly what to say to cheer him on was the same boy he'd over looked in gym class for his lack of interest. Bokuto felt so stupid for not figuring it out and now he may not have a chance to tell him how he felt.

The ambulance was there, paramedics loading him onto a stretcher and placing him into the back. Then it was screeching away as the police pushed everyone back to block off the scene for the investigation.

As an officer passed him, bokuto grabbed his arm. "What hospital are they taking him to?"

The officer repeated the question into his radio. "Tokyo Center Hospital."

He barely managed to thank him before rushing off to his jeep. He had to get to Akaashi. He had to know that he was okay.