the language of flowers | akaashi keiji ✓

05 ❀ tulip

"hey hey hey!" a loud voice shouted and (y/n) could instantly recognize who it was.

"kou!" a grin settled on her face, reciprocating the one on the owl-like male who engulfed her in a crushing hug.

"you give him a nickname but not me?" akaashi feigned hurt by putting a hand over his heart and frowning in dismay.

bokuto stuck his tongue out at his best friend in a childlike manner. "she likes me better than you."

"...but i'm her boyfriend."

"i'm stealing your girlfriend then." he hugged her closer to him and akaashi sweat dropped at this with (y/n) laughing lightly at the both of them.

the golden eyed male then turned to her, a sparkle in his golden gaze. "be my girlfriend, (y/n)."

she knew that he was joking and went along with it just to tease akaashi, who directed a jealous and slightly crestfallen glare at his friend.

after bokuto left to let the couple be together, akaashi was rubbing the back of neck awkwardly.

"(y/n), c-can i ask you something?"

"of course. what is it?"

"if it hadn't been me, would you choose bokuto?"

her face wrinkled into one of confusion as to why he was asking this. "i'd always choose you and only you, keiji."

he felt his heart rate soar and so did the heat in his cheeks. "a-anyways, i uh, b-brought you these." he coughed in a feeble attempt to cover up his stammered sentence.

his hand also nervously shot out with a small bouquet of red tulips which (y/n) accepted with a sweet smile that melted his compusure.

true love
you are the only one for me