The Confession. (BokuAka)

Chapter 5: Akaashi

     I looked at Kenma before he stood up to answer the door, outside stood a panting Bokuto, drenched in rain from head to toe.

     "Oh my god, Bokuto-San, are you okay?!" I jumped to my feet and quickly got him a glass of water, even though he was drenched, he clearly couldn't breathe. He gave me a thumbs up and then drank the water, Kuroo standing not too far behind him,

    "I told him there was an elevator, but he insisted that running up eight flights of stairs was quicker and that he needed to see you as soon as possi—" Before Kuroo could finish, Bokuto had set down the empty glass and grabbed my forearms, startling me.

    "Akaashi. I am sorry! I spoke without thinking like I always do! I hurt your feelings without even considering what they were. I should have asked what happened last night instead of assuming it was all a dream! You can do anything to punish me, Akaashi! It's all my fault!" He whines and for once, I could tell that tears were actually pouring out of his eyes.

    "Bokuto-San.. It's ok—" He let out a loud sob,

    "It's not, I should have known better..." I really focused on him now, his once spiked locks were currently glued down onto his cheeks, darker than usual as he was drenched. His eyelashes glistened, and I could tell he was shivering from being so cold.

    At that moment, Kenma handed me a towel before he took Kuroo's hand, pulling him inside and shutting the front door before he lead him off to his bedroom to give us privacy. I wrapped the towel around bokuto's shoulders, taking the corner and slowly drying his face off from the rain droplets and tears,

     It seemed like I was getting nowhere by trying to speak to him, so at that moment I lifted his chin to meet my gaze,

    "Kōtarō... Listen to me... Everything is okay." I found my fingers carding through his hair, detangling the mess it became. His arms wrapped around my waist, his forehead found its way to my shoulder and I held him close to me. My eyes fell shut as I embraced him, as he embraced me, as if we were both afraid to let go.

     "We need to get you dry before you catch a cold, okay? You've also got me soaked..." My voice was soft and I heard him whine a bit as he tightened his grip on me.

     "C'mon, Boku-San. I'm not leaving you, I promise." I went to stand up when he pulled me back down, lifting his head to meet my eyes,

     "Wait... I didn't get to tell you that I like you, Keiji... You.. Really are pretty.." I could tell he was nervous, a fear of rejection flashing across his face. A small smile planted on my lips as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his forehead,

     "I like you too, Kōtarō, don't make me regret it by not listening to me and getting you dry." This time he let me stand and I called out for Kenma and Kuroo. Both happens to be dragging out two sets of clothes and an air mattress.

       "Hey! You guys were eavesdropping!" Bokuto pouted and I rolled my eyes, raking the fresh sets of clothes from the males.

      "Thank you, both for the hospitality. Excuse my friend here, he's rather very rude when he's upset." I flashed them a smile as Bokuto's face dropped and this time with an offended look,

     "Friend?! After all that?!" I took Bokuto's hand and dragged him with me.

     "We're gonna go change, we'll be back to watch movies."  My hand gripped his tighter, which forced him to be quiet. Once we entered the bathroom to change, I closed the door and spun around. Before Bokuto could speak; I stood on my tiptoes and pulled him down by his shirt to press our lips together into a soft kiss. As I went to pull back, he only pulled me closer and pressed his lips to mine once more, a deeper, more meaningful kiss this time. A happy sigh fell past both our lips as we parted for air, our noses barely touching as he opened our eyes to look into one another's.

     "Keiji... I know we're standing in Kenma's bathroom, but I'm asking you to please be mine..." My mouth parted, too stunned to say anything before I busted out laughing. I'm the midst of it, Bokuto also began laughing and I nodded in his direction,

      "Yeah.... As long as you're mine, Kōtarō." With that we changed into the clothes we were given before placing our soaked clothes in the hamper and heading out to the living room. Kuroo had just finished blowing up the air mattress and Kenma had thrown a couple of pillows and blankets over it. The two of them moved to the couch where Kenma was carded between Kuroo's legs, his back against his chest as he played his video game and Kuroo watched whatever movie was on tv.

     Bokuto took my hand and lead me over to the air mattress, we both laid down and began watching the movie as well. He wrapped his arms around my waist, laying his head on my chest. I carded my fingers once more through his hair,

     "You should wear your hair down more, Kōtarō... it's beautiful..." I muttered, and felt a rumble against my body as he chuckled,

     "Just for you, Keiji... Only you."

      No one said a word after that, and yet none was needed as we all sat in the comfort of each other's presence watching a movie and being with our loved ones.