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🌜k. bokuto || paint

Usually whenever Bokuto got home from volleyball practice, he would shower and go to his room to paint. He had all types of colors and brushes and canvases.

You thought it was adorable when he would put his hair behind his ear with a paintbrush in his hand. His paint splattered shirt served as a napkin for his hand.

He had a relatively large canvas, and was working on something. You peeked in one day and, just as you loved, he was holding his paintbrush in his mouth, pushing up his sleeves.

"What'cha painting?" you said, knocking on his door.

He looked as you with alarm and stood up. He grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you out of his room. "Out." he said.

He shut the door behind you. You were confused and your feelings were a little hurt. You could have just sat on his bed while he painted, but perhaps he just needed to focus. He was still being cold, though.

This continued for about two weeks. Bokuto being cooped up in his room and you not being allowed to enter. It broke your heart. Maybe he's not interested in you anymore. Perhaps.

The next day at school, you grabbed your bento box and headed for lunch. Bokuto met you in the hall. "Y/N!" he said, running to catch up to you. "Wait up!"

You glared at him and ignored him. He obviously doesn't love you like he used to. What're the point of going further. You two wanted to stay together forever. Have kids someday and get married.

The dreadful though of you two breaking up brought tears to your eyes. By the time Bokuto caught up with you, you were sobbing into your hands, as quietly as you could.

He readjusted his tie on his uniform. He didn't realize you were crying after he heard you sniffle. "Hey, babe, what's wrong?"

You parted from your tears to glare at him again. "Y-you." you choked out.

He looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"You never want to hang out anymore. You always kick me out of your room and I can't even talk to you anymore. It's so sad, Bo. Sometimes I'm not feeling well emotionally and want some support. Or maybe I just wanna cuddle with you or something. You're probably with another girl anyway, so I can see why you're lost interest."

Bokuto chuckled and tucked you hair behind your ear. You were much shorter than him, so he pulled you aside and knelt down in front of you, looking deeply into your eyes with a loving smile.

"Y/N, I love you. You have no idea how much I do. I would never, ever cheat on your for someone else. I wouldn't even break up with you. You're amazing." He pecked you on the cheek and wiped away your tears. "I'm sorry for shutting you out. But you'll understand on Friday."

Oh yeah, Friday! You had forgotten completely. It was your four year anniversary with him!

You nodded and ate lunch together.

Thursday night you went out and bought him a gift. You got him a small, fuzzy, grey owl plushie (surprisingly, he loved stuffed owls) and an easel. He always paints on the ground hunched over his canvas and had complained about back issues a few times. Plus, you had seen pros use a canvas.

You also got him a card and a candy bar. A Kit Kat, his favorite.

When you got home, you put the gifts in a gift bag and hid them under your bed.

You two had your own rooms, but you usually slept in Bokuto's large bed together. But recently, you hadn't.

You missed his comforting clutch, his hot breath on your neck, his soft and gentle and caring grip as his lips grazed your earlobes.

Without warning, Bokuto slowly opened the door and climbed into your bed. He smelled like mint and a faint smell of paint. He gripped your body against his and nestled his face in the crook of your neck.

"I love you, Y/N." he whispered in a tired voice.

"I love you, too." you replied.

The next morning, you woke up. You had about an hour until school started, but you smelled something cooking. It smelled like syrup and fruit. Your tired self wandered into the kitchen, seeing Bokuto flipping a pancake over the stove.

Once he saw that you were awake, he ran over to you and picked you up bridal style. His lips met yours in a deep embrace. His golden eyes met yours.

"Happy four years, Y/N." he whispered.

"Happy four years," you repeated.

He set you down at the counter and he served you a few pancakes with sliced strawberries and powdered sugar. The pancakes were a little burnt, but he lit his heart and soul into the little treats, so you ate it anyway.

He sat down next to you with his plate. When you were both done eating, he took your hand and led it to his room. "Close you eyes." he said, standing with his hand on the doorknob.

"Okay," you said, obeying him.

He slowly led you into his room.

"Okay, open!"

You eyes opened to reveal a flush of beauty and colors. Intricate detail and blended colors all came together.

It was an artistic portrait of you.

"Bo..." you breathed, awestruck at the masterpiece before you.

"It's amazing. It's wonderful! Omg my gosh Bokuto no wonder you didn't want me in this is absolutely incredible holy cow this is so awesome!!" you gushed without stopping to take a breath.

He chuckled. "I'm glad you like it." he embraced you with a hug and a kiss.

"Thanks. I really, truly love it, Koutaro." he hummed at you saying his first name.

You gave him his gifts. He practically passed out over the easel and insisted on putting the stuffed owl in his hair for safe keeping. You tried taking him out of it, but he's stubborn so you backed down.