Watermelon Sugar - Bokuto Kotaro X OC

Deduce

"Seikan, would you mind helping me with valuations? It's from class 1-3" he dreamily asked her.

"Umm..." she said "Sorry, I have practice after class"

"What club?"

"Volleyball"

"Oh, I played volleyball too. What position?"

"Wing spiker"

"You are? Ah, that's so nice" he smiled "I was a setter"

She gave him a small nod before she literally just left and he felt his heart hang "What is it about you that's so intriguing?" He mumbled to himself.

"SEI CHAN! Why are you late??"

"Murakami Sensei." She said.

"He's really fishy" Akaashi said.

"Keiji kun!!"

"Aniya..." He had a small smile on his face as his girlfriend jumped into his arms. "You look really happy"

"I am..." she smiled wide holding her paper in her hand "Look at my scores!"

"How did you-" he took the paper from her.

"Murakami?" Akaashi's eyes went wide "Aniya, you should be careful... he seems weird"

She paused for a while before she answered "He's nice. He told me to work harder for my next test"

"OUUU THAT PEN LOOKS NICE!" Bokuto said and Seikan eyed the silver pen.

"That's a nice pen" Akaashi said and she quickly shoved it in her pocket "Oh, umm... my uncle got this for me from the UK. I... don't want to lose it"

Seikan's eye twitched and as soon as she was out of sight, "Lies"

"Huh?"

"That's Murakami Sensei's pen" she deadpanned. She was grateful that she had a good memory.

"That's... his..." Akaashi watched her walk away "Ah, it could be a similar one... she'd never do that"

"Okay" she said before she left "His pen is engraved"

Akaashi couldn't rest that day. He looked at his girlfriend peacefully asleep in his arms. He slowly slid out of the sheets and wore his shorts before noiselessly walking towards her disheveled clothes on the floor and took her blazer in his hands.

'Seikan chan has to be wrong. I'll tell her that tom-'

He prayed in his heart for her to be wrong but when he saw his engraving on the pen his stomach pitted. His eyes went hazy and his hands lifelessly shoved the pen back into her blazer before slipping into his bed.

"Keiji..." she scooted closer, laying her head on his bare chest and he kissed her forehead. Things were going south and he wanted to have his final moments before it all shattered.

He lifelessly held her in his arms as he blankly stared at the ceiling, keeping his mind off of all the unwanted thoughts.

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"Obaasaaan!! She likes onigiri!" Bokuto complained to his grandma.

"Hah?? Why didn't you tell me that before?? I made soba!"

"I did!" He pouted "All morning!"

"When are you going to get her home?" she cut to the chase "Does she even like you back? She seems cold. How can someone even resist the charm of my genes???" She cupped his face "Even your grandfather fell sooner for me"