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Akaashi

Akaashi never made it to the game, much as he wanted to. He saw Kuroo in the parking lot immediately after his mom drove away and spent the next hour walking home. When he got there, his mom told him that he was avoiding his problems, but he thought that he was just avoiding problems in general.

There was simply no way that he could face Kuroo without Bokuto or one of the other players there. It was clear that he'd be overpowered.

Texting Bokuto just left him waiting on a repy he wouldn't get for a while and Akaashi fell asleep waiting.

When he woke, it was to Bokuto shaking him.

"Bokuto, what-?"

"Let's go out an dmeet the rest of the team. We won and we want to celebrate."

Rubbing his eyes, he yawned. "You need me because?"

"You're part of the team and you belong with me."

"I don't want to go. I'd rather sleep." He rolled over, burying his face in a pillow.

"Akaashi," he hear just before Bokuto's weight crushed him.

"You're crushing me." To himself he admitted that it felt nice.

"Get up."

"I can't. You're laying on me."

"Are you going to get up if I move?"

"Maybe."

"The team is waiting for us."

"Then go."

"I didn't want to have to do this." Bokuto's weight disappeared. Stong arms slipped under Akaashi, lifting him up with ease and carrying him out to the car. His face had flushed a bright red by the time Bokuto sat him in the passenger seat.

"Since I have no choice, I'm going to need my crutches and my house key."

"I could just carry you everywhere."

"As tempting as that is, it's less embarrassing if I just walk."

"It's embarrassing for me to carry you?"

Akaashi averted his eyes, cheeks stilll tinted pink. "We're not dating so it is a little." He was grateful when he saw the door open and his dad emerged with his things before Bokuto could respond.

The man took them and placed the crutches in the back, handing the keys up to Akaashi.

"Don't get home too late, Keiji. Your mother and I have an early day tomorrow and you aren't exactly quiet on those crutches."

"We'll probably be out late. He can stay over tonight."

"That works for me," his dad said, raising a hand in a wave. "See you Sunday night, Keiji."

"W-wait, don't I get a say?"

"Nope!"

Hopping in, Bokuto started the car and they drove off.

Akaashi would be spending the night at Bokuto's. He watched him out of the corner of his eye, a nervous smile on his lips.