𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 | bokuaka chatfic!

34 [part one]

friday, oct 10th - 5:42 p.m.

a/n: 😌
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AKAASHI'S POV

Finally, the day of our date arrives as I trail behind small crowds of students and spectators from around the region. I follow them through to a ticket desk, paying before lingering around in a hallway, a bit before the match starts.

I check my notifications only to find a dry center, and no service. I purse my lips.

5:50.

"Oya!" A foreign yet familiar voice calls out to me nearby. I look up from my phone to see a bedhead Kuroo approaching me with a small wave, alone. He's wearing an plain dark tee, paired with a black and red windbreaker, in a perfectly coordinated outfit as his darker jeans and bright red vans just seem to fit.

"Oh, Kuroo-san." I give a slight smile as the male settles a few feet in front of me. His eyes glint permanently mischievous, as he checks his phone for a second before redirecting his attention to me.

"You can lose the honorific, hm? Just Kuroo is fine if you're fucking with my bro," He nonchalantly comments with a smirk as I nearly choke, clearing my throat before changing the subject.

"Is Kenma not here?" I ask, expecting the blonde.

"He said he was busy or something," Kuroo sighs, "He always says that when it comes to watching Bokuto's games. I don't know what's with him!" He groans, exasperated. I nod.

"Maybe he doesn't like the crowd."

"Yet he'll drag me around crowded cons and shit! I swear, they're way more packed than these sporting events!" He exclaims, and I chuckle at his small talk.

"Anyway, Bokuto wanted me to find you so we could sit and 'support the greatest ace of all time' together. His words not mine."

I chuckle to myself, just thinking of Bokuto saying that. It sounds like something that came out of his mouth for sure. In fact, I've been thinking of Bokuto a lot lately. Mostly thinking about how much I'm looking forward to seeing him actually play.

I'm admittedly curious.

"Okay. Where are the seats?"

Tetsurou leads me to a mid-section relatively close to the illuminated court before taking a seat. Not many are around, yet people are littered around the arena in scattered, random bunches.

The area we sit in is within earshot and easy eyesight of the court, which is why I assume Kuroo lead me here. We sit down next to eachother as I train my eyes on the court below.

The floorboards are newly waxed, glistening a birch as the stadium lights seem to reflect on it. The in and out lines are brightly pigmented, a blinding white as they border the court- a clean cut display.

And there I see Bokuto excitedly chatting with his coach, wearing a wide grin off on the sidelines. His jersey is tightly fit around his body, snug, defining all of his muscles as I eye him up and down. His legs are even built way too toned for his own good.

Is it legal to look that-

"-HEY HEY HEY!" My thoughts are cut off by none other than Bokuto's obnoxious shout.

"Heyy, he's greeting you," Kuroo lazily smirks, pointing down at the court from beside me. Like the devil on my shoulder. I glare at him before standing to move to the railing of the seating section, leaning over it.

"Hey, Bokuto!" I shout down at him, over the clamorous noise beginning to stir nearby. I try not to sound so excited but the tone seems to slip through lips, paired with the small curve of my grin. I can't help but to stir happily.