n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night-an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future-that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can s...
be twice as powerful as you think you are - atticus
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i watched quietly as bokuto spiked another ball. this was one of the many training camps i had been asked to come to with bokuto, and as much as i loved the owl to bits and pieces i really hated coming here.
i never had anyone to talk to, and if i wasn't watching the teams play i was forced to cook- which probably isn't the best idea.
so i sat, and i waited, and i watched.
and even then bokuto wouldn't talk to me for hours. by the time we did talk it was past midnight, and it was because he was trying to curl into my futon.
i didn't know we were clearing out for lunch until the volleyball courts were empty. nobody had tapped me on the shoulder, or said anything, and to be honest i was a little more then mad. i quickly made my way into the cafeteria, and before i knew it bokuto was along across my arm.
"hi," bokuto relied, moving his hands to hold onto my shoulders as we walked down the isles between tables.
i didn't respond to him. i didn't even look at him. i knew i was being petty but who could blame me? at the least he could have talked to me? said something other then 'please let me sleep in your futon, it's so cold.'
"is everything alr-" i looked away from him as soon as he started talking to me, and before i knew it akaashi had come to sit beside me.
"akaashi!" i announce, immediately clobbering him with conversation. "i was watching your tosses today, you're pretty good?"
"ah, than-" akaashi couldn't finish his sentence, in the blink of an eye his mouth had been blocked by a piece of meat, and i watched as it fell of his face. "bokuto!"
akaashi was quick to retort, throwing something- i wasn't able to see- straight towards bokuto. i yelped in terror as somebody screamed; "food fight!"
i watched in horror as bokuto immediately targeted akaashi, and before i knew it i was becoming the mediator.
"bokuto," i whisper, looking up at him. "don't throw food at your friends, it's not nice."
my words were bitter, and i saw bokuto stop for a moment. i felt a heap of mashed potatoes hit my back, and i knew i had to get out of here with bokuto.
"come on." i say, grabbing his hand tightly as i drag him out of the cafeteria.
we walked for awhile. quietly adventuring the halls. bokuto has never been so quiet before, and i was beginning to get nervous.
"here," he offered, taking off the jacket hung around my shoulders and giving me his. "you're dropping mashed potatoes everywhere."
i chuckled softly whilst turning around to look at bokuto softly.
"i'm sorry." i quickly respond, looking anywhere but his eyes. "i started something between you and akaashi because i was petty. i shouldn't have let it get the better of me."
"why?" he nervously smiled, grabbing my hand. "why were you so upset anyway?"
"erm-" i pause, stepping from foot to foot. "every time i come to these training camps with everyone you always seem to avoid me. the only thing you ever say to me is usually in the middle of the night, when you're trying to work your way into my futon."
"oh goodness," bokuto responded, pulling me into a hug. "i'm terrible, aren't i?"
"ah, no!" i respond, hugging him back.
"next time i'll just have to annoy you all day! whenever i get the chance i'll spike the ball straight to your neck, just for you!"
