Akaashi's Diary - BokuAka

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Sunday, April 10

I pulled out my phone and almost called Kenma today. We used to talk all the time yet I suddenly feel so uncomfortable about sharing anything with him at the moment. What if Bokuto made them think differently about me? He wouldn't.. would he? I don't know, I really don't know anything anymore.

-Akaashi Keiji

{Third Person POV}

Akaashi had decided to go out to the library today in hopes of freeing his mind from this forever long torment.

He walked in the general direction of Fukurōdani Academy but switched directions soon before arriving at the public library.

He stepped inside and automatically gravitated towards the poetry section, a genre that always sort of interested him for no found reason. He picked up a book titled, "Soft." and glanced over a few pages. He stood there for a minute, mesmerized by the words so delicately written on the page, he forgets the reason he came here.

your eyes tell me

all i need to know.

i can already

foreshadow

the way your touch

will ruin me.

please don't come

any closer.

stay away from me.

you reek of my next mistake.

Akaashi closed the book but kept the page bookmarked with his thumb. He eagerly sat down at a near table to read further into the book.

A couple hours passed as he was engulfed deeper and deeper into this book. The words were breathtaking. He felt as if he could drown in this book and never yearn for air again.

His mind brings him to an ocean, the one he always used to visit when he was younger. The waves crash just like he remembers them to, loud and calming at the same time. The sea breeze catches him off guard, exactly how he recalls it to feel.

He walks in the warm sand looking around for beach umbrellas or people out in the ocean. The view seems blurry at first, but seems to get clearer as he is approached by someone nearly the same size as him.

The person seems unrecognizable but Akaashi can feel a sense of familiarity about the person.

He attempts to rub his eyes to possibly have a clearer view of the individual, but fails to recognize any features of the person before him.

"Hello?" Akaashi calls out, looking around the two of them to locate any other people around them.

Akaashi waits for a response, but it never shows.

He stops for a minute to prepare himself for the inevitable round of his anxious habits, but none ever come. He feels, strangely, perfectly calm. In fact, he has never felt so calm in his life.

With a sense of confidence, he reaches his arm to grab onto the man's shoulder.

He feels his contact being met with the figure in front of him and is filled with an immense surge of relief rushing through him, as if he thought the person wasn't going to really be there.

He grips the collar of his shirt and moves his thumb in circles, feeling the seams and rough fabric of the top. He slowly runs his hand up to their neck and to the jaw, caressing the unknown face.

He looks him in the eye as best as he can. He is unaware of this person's identity and yet, he feels no discomfort in their presence.

He hesitantly pulls his hand away from their face and immediately misses the warmth and comfort he felt while simply holding this person in his grip.

He stares intently at the person, wondering if he also feels his own presence. How long has it been since he has felt this comfortable with somebody?

With an overwhelming burst of want and need to be within the embrace of the mysterious someone again, he quickly wraps his own arms under the seemingly real ones in front of him.

He turns in towards the person to allow his head to rest gently on their chest. He instantly melts into the one-sided embrace he has strangely found himself in.

He is content with the consolation from the human before him, he feels as if he could drown in the warmth radiating off of him.

He stays here for a while, just taking in the person in front of him, with no other intent on his mind. It isn't until he feels a small movement under him that he even thinks about moving his head.

He slowly lifted his head up to see the person above him, who was so clearly a man now, smiling warmly at him. The sense of familiarity that he felt early has only increased, yet he still can't make out who he is.

Akaashi's eyes widen and he blinks a few times to make sure that he isn't imagining this man's movements.

He continues to make eye contact with the man as he feels strong arms wrapping around him and pulling him in even closer. The man puts his head on top of Akaashi's, causing his head to move back to its original spot on his chest.

He wants to feel surprised and ask him who he is, but the real embrace of the peculiar man pulls him in like the tide does the waves.

He falls victim to the ocean's sweet sounds as he closes his eyes thinking about the man smiling at him. He feels at peace.

A booming, "Hey" sounds over the world, but the man doesn't seem to notice.

Akaashi opens his eyes expecting to look up and find the smiling man still above him, but he has disappeared along with the beach and ocean.

Instead he finds himself sitting at a table with his head resting over a book and a concerned looking man towering over him.

"Oh, you're awake!"