Mascot

Bokuto

Bokuto recognized Nekoma's quarterback when he came strutting into the hospital. He barely looked Bokuto's way before slinking into Akaashi's room, a room that Bokuto hadn't found the courage to go into yet.

The door was left open, their conversation drifting into the hallway for him to hear.

"Kuroo, you're here."

"I can't belive you, Keiji."

"What?"

"All that bullshit you told me about not being able to come watch my games when you were there everytime dressed as that stupid mascot and cheering for the other team. How could you do that to me?"

"I'm sorry-."

"Are you? I don't believe you. You wouldn't have done this to me if you were." The man was yelling and a nurse started down the hall. Bokuto could hear the beeping of the heart monitor eradicate. "You know how stressed I am with school, yet you still did this to me. How could-."

"Tetsurou," Akaashi interrupted. "I'm not going to be the mascot anymore. Everyone knows who I am. It's not the same. I'll be at all of your games from now on. I promise. Starting after I get released from the hospital."

Bokuto took a step forward to peek through the door when the talking stopped. Kuroo was leaning over the bed, pressing a very insistent kiss to Akaashi's lips. The nurse rolled her eyes and moved the help the patient in the next room. Something was wrong though. Kuroo's eyes were open, meeting Bokuto's through the doorway, and they were gloating.

It irked Bokuto and he left the hospital before he could do something he'd regret. Kuroo had Akaashi. He could hold him and kiss him whenever he liked, but he didn't deserve him. The scene made Bokuto's blood boil. Kuroo Tetsurou didn't love Akaashi. He was using him for his image.