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Bokuto

Akaashi didn't attempt to conceal his amazement that Bokuto all but lived alone. His room had once been a rather large storage building detached from the rest of the house. It hadn't been too hard to convince his parents to let him convert it into his room when he started having the football team stay over in junior high.

"You can take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

"You will not. It's your house."

Bokuto wasn't about to give in. "Your leg is hurt, so take the bed." It was clear that Akaashi wasn't going to cave either, but the younger man changed the subject instead of fighting.

"I don't have any clothes."

"You can borrow some!" Digging through his dresser, he tossed him an old practice shirt from his first year at Fukurodani and a pair of sweats. "Hopefully these will fit."

Akaashi dropped a crutch to catch the shirt and abandoned the sweats. They landed in a crumpled heap on the floor.

"Oops, sorry. You can change here. I'll change in the bathroom."

As he closed the door between them, he let out a breath. Akaashi was spending the night in his room, wearing his clothes, and sleeping in his bed and they weren't even dating. It was all so overwhelmingly frustating for Bokuto, but he would get through it. Bokuto wasn't Kuroo. He would never force Akaashi to do anything he didn't want.

Except take the bed tonight.

He opted for sweatpants of his own and a fairly worn out muscle shirt. Brushing his teeth, he glanced at his retainer, but decided he wasn't ready to admit to his elementary school days with braces.

Waiting a couple minutes more to make sure Akaashi had enough time to change, he opened the door and came back into the main room. Akaashi had made himself comfortable on the couch in just the shirt - which hung on him like a dress - and his boxers.

"I told you that you're taking the bed."

"I'm not."

"I'll make you."

"You can't."

Before he could stop him, Bokuto scooped up Akaashi, carrying him to the bed, but tripping over the sweatpants he had tossed earlier. They fell, Bokuto just barely managing to not land on Akaashi who had squeezed his eyes shut until he felt the soft bounce of the bed.

Neither of them moved for a moment; Bokuto half on the bed, leaning over Akaashi, staring at each other. Before Bokuto could stand, Akaashi grabbed the strap of his shirt and pushed himself up with an elbow, closing the gap between them.