Silent But Loud - Bokuaka

Chapter 8 - Unease

Akaashi had walked these streets every day for a while now. They were etched in his head with a sharp knife, scored deep like some sort of chiseled routine he had to follow.

The same streets with that one pothole to the left of the coffee shop that always had a sales person giving out flyers.

The same streets on which he always bumped into his older woman neighbour, Chiyo, out walking her miniature poodle.

The same streets that lead to his agency deeper in the city.

But he had never walked these streets to the agency on the way from Bokuto's house.

It had felt weird to stay around in someone's empty apartment, so he had left quickly after dragging himself away from Bokutos very fanatical animals.

Chow Mein was his very big golden ChowCow; the name fitting perfectly.

Checking the Husky dogs’ collar, Akaashi found out he was named Spike. Most likely after volleyball.

And even though Bokuto had called his cat Momo the previous night, he found the ginger cat's collar saying ‘hairball’.

He didn’t have to investigate any further to figure out why that was her nickname.

He had the heart to worry how Bokuto could give them the attention they needed when he was at college by day and working the club by night.

But when inspecting the fridge, he found that there was a walker who came often.

Akaashi tried to ignore the sticky note placed by the fridge calendar, saying ‘cricket milk’.

Now he was pushing open the broad glass doors into the agency, already preparing himself for which of his friends would be there to pester him next.

Don’t get him wrong, Akaashi loved them all and they made his life more exciting, but there was always a limit to how much Akaashi wanted to deep dive into his personal love life.

And at the moment, it was nothing but that.

They all wanted to know about Bokuto, and it was getting frustrating to say the least.

“Why, hello, doing the walk of shame are we?” Kuroo waggled his eyebrows as Akaashi stepped into the lounge.

He did a quick survey of the room and only found Kuroo sitting on Akaashis favourite couch, Matsukawa and also Hanamaki sharing the loveseat armchair.

“Coffee?” Akaashi asked, desperately, walking to plop down on the couch.

Kuroo reached down and grabbed a foam cup sitting by his feet, handing it over.

“Akaashi, those are yesterday's clothes!” Matsukawa gasped from behind his hand.

Hanamaki smirked from beside him as Akaashi promptly ignored his words.

“Hey, Keiji” Hanamaki wiggled his fingers.

“Hey, Maki, did you get your hair redone?” Akaashi asked.

For factual information, Akaashi actually liked Hanamaki and they got on quite well.

“I did! Isn’t it the brightest shade of bubblegum you've ever seen” Hanamaki grinned, smoothing a hand through his hair.