Broken Wings - BokuAka

Chapter 11

- Akaashi

My eyes slowly peeled themselves open, my entire body surrounded by warmth. Bokuto was on his side, snoring away peacefully, a bit of drool dribbling out the side of his mouth. I was nuzzled into his bare chest, one of Bokuto's soft wings draped lazily over me. A blanket had been pulled up over us, and a pillow had been placed underneath my head.

"What. . .?" I started, but memories of the night before unearthed themselves, and my cheeks flared red. I buried my head further into Bokuto's chest, trying to escape my embarrassment. I didn't even realize Bokuto had stopped snoring.

"Morning, Keiji," he yawned, pulling back his wing and rolling onto his back, stretching his arms above his head.

"M-morning, Bokuto-san," I stuttered, not able to look him in the eye.

"What's wrong?" Bokuto frowned.

"Nothing's wrong," I said, trying and failing to hide the blush on my cheeks. Bokuto laughed, as if he knew what I was thinking.

"Aw, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, Keiji!" Bokuto reassured me, kissing my forehead affectionately. I didn't respond, instead pulling the blanket over my head, hiding my burning face from Bokuto. I heard him chuckle and the sound of cloth slipping over skin, so I assumed he still saw despite my efforts.

Oh god, am I naked?! I suddenly panicked, quickly bringing one hand down to feel my waist. To my relief, I felt the rough fabric of my boxers brush against my fingertips, and I let out a relieved sigh. At least I have a little pride left, I thought.

"Hey, Keiji," Bokuto said, bringing me back to reality.

"What?" I mumbled back, my voice muffled from the blanket.

"Look at me, please," Bokuto said, concern sewed into his voice. A pang of guilt shot through me, and I poked my head out from under blanket to find Bokuto hovering over me, fully clothed. He cracked a grin.

"There you are," he teased, and I glared at him. "Oh, c'mon," he protested playfully. Bokuto leaned down, gently connected our lips. When he pulled away, he smiled at me fondly.

"What?" I asked, starting to get worried as to why Bokuto was being so quiet.

"I love you," Bokuto said softly. "You're so perfect, it's still hard to believe you're mine."

"I'm far from perfect," I answered quietly, thinking of the many secrets I still had left to tell him.

"That's bull," Bokuto countered. "To me, you're the very definition of perfection."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I just stayed quiet as Bokuto basically crushed me, lying on top of me and wrapping both arms around my torso, head comfortably against my chest. I smiled to myself looking at Bokuto's cute face, because for the first time, I felt like I had something I could truly call my own. But after a few minutes of silence, a rather troubling question came to me, and I bit my lip.

"Hey, Bokuto-san?" I called, and he lifted his head off my chest to look at me.

"Hm?" he mumbled, raising an eyebrow at my expression.

"Do you regret it?" I asked, and Bokuto frowned.

"Regret what?"

"L-last night. . ." I stumbled over my words, and was unable to bring myself to look at Bokuto, fearing his reaction. When I finally did, I was surprised to see Bokuto grinning from ear to ear.

"I don't regret it, not a single second," Bokuto replied happily. "I never will. Do you, Keiji?"

I thought about it for a second, but I really didn't have to, because I knew what my answer would always be.