𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 | bokuaka chatfic!

28 [part two]

sat, october 4th - 3:30 p.m.
a/n: this took forever for me to update (sorry) but this is collectively the longest chap i have ever written like ever (2251 words) enjoy ;)
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AKAASHI'S POV

The heat fighting to rise to my face finally wins, or I at least think so. But judging by the way Bokuto's looking at me, I'm assuming my face is some shade of crimson. I mask my slight giggle by muffling my mouth, then burying my face slightly in my hands for a couple moments, letting out a slight sigh before I regain my composure in a matter of seconds.

Did I seriously just giggle?

"Pretty?" I ask.

"Yeah, pretty; everything about you is elegant," Koutaro gushes, too close to rambling about his affection.

"You can't just say things like that randomly, Bokuto-san," I explain my flushed appearance, staring into his bright eyes. His mouth curls up into a cheeky grin at my behavior.

"Why not? What's so wrong about complimenting you, Kei-ji~" He sings, over pronouncing the syllables in my first name as I chuckle slightly about how childish he's being.

"You're not giving yourself any credit, that's all. You're gorgeous yourself," I almost shyly flirt back, to take the attention off of the butterflies overwhelming my stomach.

Bokuto.exe has stopped responding.

With his overly casual layered hoodie that somehow fit him perfectly as a person, I'll be honest I'm not quite sure what he expected. Obviously I'd hit on him, I mean I'd describe myself as pretty blunt, but his oblivious reaction now has to be my new favorite thing. His acute eyebrows seem to rise exponentially, as his eyes light up one thousand times brighter. I just chuckle as he leans forward towards me, table digging into his ribs.

"You're so smooth!" He exclaims, genuinely excited when I hold a smug aura at his praise.

"I know," I bat my eyelashes, "I'm glad you're loosening up, though," I offhandedly comment.

"Of course! I promise you're really easy to talk too, I was just..." Bokuto reassures me before cutting himself off. Raising an eyebrow, now I'm the one leaning over the table, curious.

"Go on, what were you going to say," I invite him to speak his mind. Scratching the back of his neck, he averts his gaze.

"Don't look at me so demanding!" He blurts out playfully when we lock eyes once again, as I'm waiting for his answer. I won't be leaving here without hearing what Bokuto was going to say.

As the type to babble without thinking, my date isn't one to hesitate when speaking his mind. If he's cutting himself off, it's bound to be adorable when he admits whatever he's holding back. I can almost imagine his flushed skin and his timid eyes and the stutter in his voice as he—

Calm down, Akaashi, calm down Akaashi, calm down—

"I just want to impress you," Bokuto affirms, fiddling with his fingers across the table, avoiding eye contact. I snort.

"Is that all?"

"Hey hey hey! Don't make fun of me!" He dramatically whines. I chuckle for a moment, leaning closer over the table, my elbows resting on the surface of the wood.