𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 | bokuaka!

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"Akaashi, you wanted to talk?" Tsukishima raises an eyebrow at me as I sit down across from the man, pulling out a chair. Tsukishima drums his fingers along the table lazily, leaning back in his seat. Cross earrings dangle below his earlobes and his bright red button up is real loose around his neck.

"Yeah," I grunt, taking a seat, "Sorry about such short notice," I apologize quickly, taking off my jacket and hanging it over the back of my chair. A dainty woman comes to take our orders.

"Just a water please," I smile slightly and she nods, jotting it down on the ticket.

"A medium coffee. Black," Tsukishima adds to the order as the woman leaves to bring our drinks to us.

"What's on your mind?" It's a simple question the other asks but I find my words getting caught in my throat. So many things were on my mind, my job, Bokuto, and even the one girl who's been all over me at the office. Except I know what answer he's looking for.

"It's Bokuto-san," I say, staring down at the table. Tsukishima sighs.

"Again? Why not have a go with that girl at your work, she actually likes you..." Tsukishima trails off when the waiter comes over to give us our drinks.

I know what Tsukishima is trying to say, but I can't help but feel a bit hurt about his delivery.

"Tone, Tsukishima..." I groan rubbing my temples as I lean forward on my elbows, "I just don't know what to do."
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"Sorry. Didn't mean to come off that way."

I glance out the window, taking baby sips of water as I watch the busy streets of our region. I watch as couples stroll down the sidewalk, smiling and chatting excitedly as I feel my heart practically ripping out of my chest. All I can imagine is Bokuto and I hand in hand on a cold winter's evening.

"You're blushing, Akaashi, is it because we're holding hands~" Bokuto teases me as we walk down a mall strip. Snow gracefully falls around us, coating every surface in a pure blanket of beauty, each snowflake an astonishing assortment of it's own form. The sky is gray yet doesn't appear bleak, instead it's a perfect overcast.

"Hah, it's just cold outside," I murmur, a cold gush of wind nipping at my nose. I glance away to hide the fact that I'm actually blushing, and Bokuto 100% guessed right.

"So bashful~" I turn and look at the idiotic grin he has plastered on his face. I smile slightly.

"You'd be bashful too if the most perfect man alive was holding your hand right now..." I mumble under my breath, but it's so inaudible even Bokuto couldn't ask me to repeat what I said.

"You're gorgeous Akaashi..." He trails off beside me as I hum contently. I stare at him for a while as he faces ahead.

Snowflakes frames Bokuto's face, landing on his eyelashes promptly. His nose is bright pink from the cold while he sticks out his tongue to catch snowflakes. He glances at me out of the side of his eye, catching my stare when he winks, a flake falling on his tongue.

"Don't worry Akaashi~ no need to stare so hard. I'm not going anywhere."

Yeah, right.

"Akaashi?"

"Akaashi?!"

"Eh?" I snap out of my trance and Tsukishima looks at me slightly annoyed. He had been snapping his fingers near my face for a while.

"Go get a therapist. I think you need to visit one, they can even refer you to a doctor if you need it but I'm just not a counselor, I don't know what to tell you," Tsukki states, staring straight through my soul. I nod sadly and stand.

"Thanks Tsukishima," I mumble, head down.

"Hey— where are you—"

"Sorry. I'm going to go. I'm not feeling too well," I say, voice dripping with disappointment. Talking to Tsukki didn't seemed to be as freeing as I had previously thought, in fact it may of just drained my introverted stamina. I won't be talking to too many people the rest of the day.

"Er, okay," He awkwardly states, ditching his effort to keep me talking to him, "Text me later."

I grunt, standing and leaving him with his bill.

My door creaks open, as I'm met with the miserable look of my apartment. It isn't messy or anything, but everything is so hyper-cleaned that it just doesn't feel as homely as it used to. This makes my stomach drop, as I'm reminded that I'm the only one living this pitiful life.

I rub my eyes closing my door behind me, glancing around the area.

Getting work done proves hard for me the rest of the day, as I find myself getting absolutely nowhere. I'm constantly catching myself staring off into an unforeseen distance. I feel my chest begin to wheeze as tear drops slowly yet surely begin to make their way down my face, head hanging low.

My breaths are shaky as I begin to quickly wipe the tears away as if anyone would be seeing me. They disappear like thin air before they had even started. I take this as a sign to quit working for the day, beginning to feel overwhelmed.

I collapse onto my bed at 7:30 as I toss and turn in the broad yet new moonlight. I stare at the ceiling restless until my emotional turmoil has worn me out, slowly sapping my energy quicker than it should've as I almost feel myself drifting out of consciousness by 8.

In a daze, I remember to text Tsukishima a quick update, and since I stay true to my word, I rip my phone off of the charger next to me, rolling onto my other side.

'I'm going to move on.' I type out, pressing send. I let the phone flop on my bed next to me as a new message pops up about five minutes later, the notification startling me from my light sleep.

'I'm glad, Keiji. Get some rest,' I read from my lock screen. But, Tsukishima doesn't have to tell me twice. I can't feel it in my heart to respond when my eyes flutter shut into another emotionally driven slumber; I succumb to the natural charm of sleep.

My body relaxes as I sink into my mattress, hoping to feel better by morning.

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