Bokuto's PoV
I've always been a big fan of sports, all sports, water sports, land sports, air sports, mainly volleyball, what a beautiful game, what was even better was soaking in the shower after a good game with my pals over here at the house, like Kuroo and everyone.
Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist, a small towel around my shoulder I walk into my room only to come face to face with Akaashi "Uh..- your... friend let me in..." He states as his cheeks flush bright red, nodding I walk over to my wardrobe "We'll go out soon, I just need to get dressed" I laugh, watching him nod I grab a pair of white, black and gold joggers from my wardrobe, a white t-shirt and a pair of black and white athletic shoes.
After getting dressed I had exited the bathroom to find Akaashi looking through photos of me "You play volleyball?" He asks, walking over I pick up the photo of me stood with my friends holding a volleyball "yeah, Volleyball is a favourite game we all play." I laugh lightly, watching him nod I turn to him "You ready to go?" I ask, smiling when he nods.
Akaashi's PoV
Seeing his body didn't help at all, am I really starting to love him? I can't be, he's the son of a double S class Mobster.. but he seems so genuine, plus he has a great body... he wants to help people... he plays volleyball, BUT he's the son of a mobster!
Following him out of his room, I look up at his father who's slowly but surely recovering "Bokuto, who is this?" His father groans, an IV bag beside him due to the injury he got yesterday "This is Akaashi, my... boyfriend." He says after glancing to me for reassurance, his father staring at me "And what do you do for a living, Akaashi?" His father asks, clenching my jaw I feel my heart stop "I work as a guidance councillor" I reply, watching him stare at me for a moment he nods "Wonderful" he murmurs before walking away.
Bokuto's PoV
Sitting beside Akaashi, I lean back, wrapping my arms around the back of the bench "Your Father is pretty scary" Looking to Akaashi, I laugh and shake my head "He seems scary, but he's a softy" I chuckle, watching him stare at me I look down at my feet "you introduced me as your boyfriend.." he says finally, sitting up now I look over to him "I think of you as my boyfriend" I reply, watching as he looks up quickly "Akaashi!" Looking up at a cop who's running over to us, watching Akaashi stand he walks over to the cop casually, standing I tuck my hands into my pockets "who's this?" I ask as I walk over, watching Akaashi gesture to the dirty blonde Male I walk over "This is Akinori Konoha, my best friend" Akaashi replies, nodding I offer out my hand "Bokuto Kōtarō" I say shaking his hand.
Watching Akaashi and the cop, Akinori, walk in front of me I stretch, standing upright when I hear a shout, I sprint over to them, Akaashi and Akinori following shortly after, staring at the young boy under a car, I look around before pointing to three strong looking men "help me move the car!" I shout, watching them nod, I grip the back of the car tightly as they do before pushing all my weight onto my arms, the car begins to move off of the young boy as the ambulance sirens ring through the street "Thank you..-" he gasps, nodding I kneel beside him "Your going to be okay" I smile.
Akaashi's PoV
"He doesn't seem at all bad." Akinori states, sighing I turn to him "I know! It's horrible... he wants to help people!" I whine, watching him laugh I look up at the black, white and grey haired Male who's shaking hands with the people who helped him "that's not all bad, at least your dating a good guy" he says, scoffing I shake my head "Yeah a good guy who loves his father, I'm only dating him to get dirt on his family." I grumble, watching him sigh he nods "Cop life isn't easy" he whispers to me, watching as Bokuto walks over to me he looks upset "what's wrong?" I ask, his eyes sparkling with sadness as he points to the ambulance "I just hope that kid is okay" he murmurs, staring at him I nod "I'm sure he'll be just fine" Akinori says before I can get a word out .
"Bokuto, I heard you saved a life today" Looking up at a tall Male with dark hair and a tall spiky haired Male "he was trapped under a car..." he replies, watching as the two males nod they ruffle his hair "You did good" the spiky haired male chirps, restraining a smile when the tall son of a mobster laughs and hugs the two "And who is this pretty boy!" The tall black haired male asks as he turns to me, watching Bokuto look at me he wraps his arm around my shoulders "This is Keiji Akaashi, my boyfriend" Bokuto says loudly, watching the tall spiky haired male stop for a moment he stares at me "Keiji Akaashi, I recognise that name..." he murmurs, feeling my heart stop, I swallow a lump in my throat "I'm a guidance Councillor" I say quickly, watching him stare at me for a moment he nods "Yeah, I think I've had guidance from you before" he says, smiling half-heartedly I nod.
Following Bokuto into his room, he pulls his jacket off and turns to me "I'm sorry for being off with you today" he says after a moments hesitation"It's okay, why was you off?" I say, watching him smile slightly he nods "My parents.." he murmurs as he slouches down into his chair "what's happening?" I ask, eager to earn some dirt on his family I sit in front of him "They're splitting up" He says, staring at him, my eyes widen slightly as tears are visibly hanging on his eyelids "They are? Why?" I ask, watching him shrug he slouches even more "I have no idea, my mum wasn't really bothered when my father got shot.." he murmurs, standing I walk over to his window, picking the volleyball up I spin it in my hands "Your family will pull through it" I say, turning to face him I flinch slightly as he stands and walks towards me, his hand grabbing the top of the volleyball whilst his other wraps around the back of my neck and pulls me close to him, the gap between our lips closed, I freeze under his touch before he pulls away "I-I'm sorry... I just had to do that.." he mumbles, staring at him I nod "no.. yeah, of course... I- I should go" I say as I back out of his room.
