Mascot

Akaashi

Bokuto was like a heater and, despite the chill of the early November air, Akaashi was sweating when he woke, still wrapped in Bokuto's arms.

He pulled away, careful not to wake him and slid to the edge of the bed, glaring at the crutches on the other side of the room. It would be so easy for him to go back to sleep next to Bokuto. If his phone hadn't gone off, he wouldn't even have woken up for another hour or so, but there across the room the light blinked to indicate a message.

So he hopped on his good leg to his phone, leaning on furniture for support until he could collapse on the couch.

The good feeling left when he checked the messages. Most were from Kuroo, saying how much he missed him and threatening him for an answer. All left a horrible feeling to settle in the pit of his stomach, but he ignored them to focus on the messages from his dad.

Where are you?  You're going to be late for your physical therapy.

Call me. 

As soon as he hit the call button, the screen went black. The battery was dead. 

Hoping Bokuto wouldn't mind, he grabbed the other man's phone to make his call, stopping to stare at the background image. He remembered very clearly the day Bokuto had taken the selfie with him as the mascot and couldn't fight the smile it brought to his lips. 

Finally, Akaashi called his dad and gave him the address. He dressed in his own clothes and started for the door, pausing to look back at the sleeping man. 

Akaashi hated leaving without saying anything, but he hated even more to wake him. A glance at Bokuto's desk and his mind was made.