Will You Be My Sowlmate? (BokuAka AU)

Chapter 22

*Bokuto's POV*
I paced round and round my living room, worried. No, dying of panic. Keiji said he would be home straight after the meeting. But it was 11pm and he still wasn't home. I could not get through his phone even after trying 10 times. What if he got kidnapped? What if something happened to him? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

No.
No.
Nothing will happen.
Nothing will-

Keiji came home and he just collapsed at the doorway, slumped against the wall. I ran towards him. Tears were running down his cheeks. "W...what happened?"

Keiji shook his head and muttered "Nothing."

Then he stood up and headed towards his room.

"Wait... Keiji, you can tell me anything ok? I'll be your shoulder when you cry." I gave him a hopeful smile.

"More like me being YOUR shoulder to cry on." Keiji gave me a smug look, tears finally stopping.

"Nothing important happened reall-" He broke off as I pulled him into a tight hug.

He awkwardly hugged back after 5 seconds.

Keiji placed his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes, as if he was tired. I patted his back like a mother trying to pacify her kid. "I'm not a child, Bokuto-san." But I could feel that Keiji liked the rythmic movements down his spine.

I released him after feeling him finally relax. Keiji looked calmer now but he still shook his head when I asked him to tell me what had happened. I sighed, unable to do anything against his stubborness and silence. "Just remember that I will always be here for you Keiji. By the way, can you cook me something, I haven't ate dinner yet. Hehe." I scratched my head, embarrassed. I heard Keiji sigh then shuffle to the kitchen, reemerging with a bowl of noodles when he came out.

"I'll go shower. Bokuto-san wash your own dishes when you are done." I heard the shower in the bathroom turn on and I dug into the delicious noodles in front of me. Keiji appeared just as I finished my noodles then disappeared into his room. The lights clicked off, signalling that he went to bed. And I, after washing the dishes, went to do some sleeping too.
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*Keiji's POV*
I should have known I would get nightmares. I was plagued with hideous dreams of that faithful scene replaying over and over again in my head, reminding myself of how helpless and useless I was. How could I protect anyone if I could not even save my own mother? When I...led her to her death...

*Bokuto's POV*
I couldn't sleep no matter how many times I rolled around on my bed. My head was full of Keiji. Why did he cry? Why were there bruises on him?

I got up to check on him, heart unsettled and heavy. I slowly opened the door to his room. He was lying on his bed, whimpering, and eyelids scrunched up. I pulled him towards me, repeating "It's ok. You are safe," over and over again. Keiji started to tear up.

"Mother! Mother! Don't go, please...Please I beg you Mr, let her go. My father, he will give you the money. Let her go...Do what you want with me Mr, please. Please..."

Keiji's whisperings died down, replaced by eerie silence. Then it repeated again. Over and over again Keiji was thrown into the same nightmare of his mother getting abused. I stayed by him until morning, too worried about him to fall asleep.
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*Keiji's POV*
I woke up pressed against someone's broad chest in an embrace. Instinctively, I knew it was Bokuto-san. I must have been utterly disgraceful the previous day, breaking down once again in front of him. He stirred as I gently pushed against him, greeting me with dark eyebags as he awoke. He must have kept vigil over me as I slept. "Thank you Bokuto-san." "No problemo." He said as he yawned and stretched. "Feeling better now?" I nodded and he gave me a pat of my back, heading out. "Call me up in another two hours." He flashed me a cheeky smile. "Bokuto-san, I have to remind you that it is Thursday and not Saturday, hurry, get dressed and go for work." I pushed him into his room. "Okay. Fine."

I shut the door as I went out, face red upon recalling myself snuggled up against him just moments ago. I shook my head slightly to clear my thoughts and went to change, I had work too and it started in an hour. I drove Bokuto-san to work in his BMW X5. I was still getting used to sitting in the driver's seat instead of the passenger side. After I parked the car, I tossed Bokuto-san his keys before running up the stairs, Bokuto-san taking his sweet time to stroll to the lift. It would be trouble if anyone saw us together.

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Author's note:
Can I praise myself for coming up with this story?