𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 ||𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐚𝐤𝐚||

Case:#8

Case file: #8
Name: Aone Takanobu
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Occupation: -.
Criminal background: -.
Cause of death: Stabbed 23 times.

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"If Roy thinks it's a hate crime, might as well play along, right?" Akaashi thought to himself as he sat in the living room quietly. No music or anything playing, just the sound of rain hitting the window. He calmly continued to sketching, waiting for Bokuto to come home.

A smile creeped on his face as he thought about him. Bokuto has really been working a lot lately, hasn't he? He took his job very seriously, even if it was just cleaning floors and so on. The day he actually brought Akaashi his first paycheck, he cried, because for once he could give Akaashi back.

Akaashi, of course, declined his money and said that Bokuto could spend it on something useful, so other bought some groceries, a few other things and then spent the rest on snacks, online shopping and new hair products.

The sound of the door unlocking made Akaashi close his sketchbook and go greet Bokuto. The other came back happy, as always, even happier to see Akaashi greet him for the first time in a month, he had been awfully busy with something.

"How was work?" Akaashi asked in a sweet voice as he smiled at Bokuto.

Bokuto blushed slightly. "It was good. Got to meet those two guys you told me about. You know, the ones doing some work here?"

"Oh, Hinata and Kageyama? It's nice that you got to meet them" Akaashi watched as Bokuto scratched the back of his head, indicating that he felt a bit embarrassed or emotionally distressed. Though, that was no secret for Akaashi who had known about Bokuto's feelings for him for years.

Yes. Akaashi knew. He simply felt like Bokuto had to mature more before diving into a relationship with someone like Akaashi. And lately, Bokuto had been showing amazing progress. Akaashi had thought about it for a long time and maybe, just maybe, it was time to step it up a notch.

"Say, Akaashi..." Bokuto suddenly said, just as Akaashi was about to walk away.

"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at Bokuto in confusion. Judging from his body language - he was about to ask something very important to him.

"When you get a free day...maybe we could, you know, go to town? Just spend a day together..." Bokuto trailed off. An awful attempt to ask out Akaashi on a date, really, and Akaashi knew that.

Yet despite that terrible attempt, he wanted Bokuto to feel happy. "Sure, I'd love to"

"Really?" Bokuto's face lit up as he stared at Akaashi with sparkling eyes. The other simply nodded before finally heading to the living room.

"Akaashi, I also met the guy you told me about!" Bokuto said as he happily skipped into the living room. "Roy, I think. He was very nice, but told us to be careful"

"I know, he always does" Akaashi sat down on the sofa, gesturing Bokuto to sit down next to him. The other did just that, blushing at the fact that their shoulders were touching. Trying to supress his feelings, Bokuto tried to relax a bit.

His legs hurt a bit, his right arm as well. As much as he hated to admit it, he probably didn't smell the best too. His hands have always been rough and working made them even worse, his palms at this point felt like soft sandpaper.

He glanced at Akaashi, a complete opposite.

Even though he worked today as well, drove around the town and met up with clients, he looked absolutely fine. His hair wasn't a mess, it looked soft. His skin, his hands were probably smooth as well. Without any thinking Bokuto took Akaashi's hand, admiring the softness and smoothness of his palm, seeing how it fit perfectly in his hand.