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Bokuto wasn't quite sure he understood what 'giving up' meant.
With his elbows propped up on his desk, all he could do was stare at the door that remained closed in front of him. It had been a couple of minutes since Akaashi left. Or hours. Bokuto wasn't sure. He had been stuck in his thoughts, unable to think of anything else aside from Akaashi and the five minute talk they had. Even though he told Akaashi he'd stop meddling with his missions and that he understood the rejection, Bokuto can't help but think otherwise. The moment Akaashi closed the door behind him, Bokuto suddenly realized how he lied about everything he said. As much as he wanted to stay true to his word, there was an undeniable force that's pulling him back from doing so. That force might just be his stubborn self though. Sighing, Bokuto leaned back in his chair, still deep in thought.
Before anything else, he needed to be sure why he was doing this in the first place. Why Akaashi Keiji? Why is he willing to go the extra mile for one out of a hundred of assassins out there? Was this really worth it? "AGHH!" Wailing, he ruffled his hair in frustration, knowing the answer to all of his questions but still asking them anyway. Bokuto hated overthinking but apparently, he can't seem to avoid it. Letting out another sigh, he reclined in his seat and closed his eyes for a moment, indulging in all the possible ways he could get Akaashi to say yes. It was like courting someone, but instead of flowers and chocolates, it was money and weaponry. Getting up to his feet, Bokuto took the time to turn on the lights, illuminating the room that was once swallowed by darkness before he turned to meet and admire the city that stood before him. It was beautiful, calming, a view he'd never get tired of seeing. The city looked like the night sky, with yellow and white lights looking so similar to the stars above. In the silence that settled over the room, Bokuto made up his mind. He reached for his phone and called for Sarukui.
"Saru? It's me."
He knew he wouldn't be able to stop until Akaashi willingly joins Fukurodani. It was going to bother him for the rest of his life, haunt him like a ghost and he'd never live it down. Crossing his arms over his chest, Bokuto concluded that they needed to step up their game. A while had passed before he heard Sarukui's knock. The door quietly creaked when Sarukui pushed it open and peeked his head inside, his eyes falling on Bokuto's figure that stood in front of the windows. "Bokuto-san." Sarukui quietly greeted, trying to sense what kind of mood his superior was in as he stepped foot in his office. Bokuto was quiet for a moment, probably thinking. He takes a deep breath before he turned to face Sarukui, "I guess we have to try harder, Saru." Gently closing the door behind him, Sarukui greeted him with a smirk and Bokuto instantly knew what it was for. "Are you sure you don't just have a crush on him, Bokuto-san?" If it was someone else, Bokuto would have sliced their head off. But this was Saru, and the only response he could give him was to whine, "Saru! You know it's not like thaaat!" With a quiet laugh from Sarukui, Bokuto huffed and sat back down on his chair. Sarukui didn't need further instruction and sat on the chair that was on the other side of Bokuto's table.
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