30 Day Writing Challenge

Day 3, Freeform (BokuAka)

Forever (BokuAka)

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Akaashi-centric

Akaashi sits up with a start. His head immediately pounds against his skull and he presses hands against his head. Closing his eyes, he slows his rapid breathing. Why was this happening? Opening his gunmetal blue eyes, he scans his dwelling for changes, but nothing seems to be out of place. The tables were undisturbed, chests locked tight, weapons undisturbed. He couldn't feel any traces of magic other than his own. Odd.

Shrugging off the weird start that he had, Akaashi rocks out of his hammock. The sun began to peek through the window, a clear day. Changing out of his sleepwear, he squeezes on a dark gray crop top and two leather arm bands. They're unnecessary in his eyes, but the elders deem them important, so he wears them. He makes quick work of his daily wear: gray pants that reach just below the knee, a yellow and black utility belt, two fortune-charmed anklets, a thick cape that fades from a pale yellow into a deep blue, and most importantly, a golden head piece with a slim emerald-cut sapphire that rests on his forehead.

Casting a quick polish-clean chant on his staff, Akaashi makes his way out the door and onto the platform. A fine day with a cold breeze it seems. With a deep breath, arms became wings, feet to talons, eyes enlarging, and body shrinking. Spreading his wings, he took off in owl form and made his way towards the training area.

Flying over Fukurodani Tribe Village, he could see the village slowly bustling to life. Mothers guide their owlets to the schoolhouse, gardens being tended to, and hunters preparing to leave for the hunt. Seeing the arena below him, he lowers down and begins to revert his shift—

"AGGASHEEEEE!!"

Whipping around, he is immediately taken aback. Bokuto's eyes are glistening in the morning light. Absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. His smile reaches his eyes, joy so clear even in the early morning. His silver and black hair stick up in their own owlish style. Not even water could flatten his unnaturally stuck-up hair. Looking a little closer, a few strands of hair stick out and curl, clearly untouched from his sleep. This bed hair really shouldn't look so adorable. And cute.

Entranced, his hands move towards Bokuto's adorable ruffly hair. Entwining his fingers in his hair, he runs it through, straightening it out, unaware of the frozen Bokuto at this sudden gesture.

After his hands run through his hair a couple of times, his attention slowly falls and locks with Bokuto's golden orbs. His heart flies into his throat. Gulping, he tries to keep his face expressionless as he rips his hand out of his hair.

"Good morning, Bokuto-san," he said, letting a small smile slip.

Hm? Did I shock him? "Bokuto-san?" He waves his hand in front of his face.

Something clicks in Bokuto's eyes. "Ah, um, oh. Uh-yeah. Good morning to you too."

"Are you okay?"

His hands start flying. "Yeah yeah! I'm okay I'm okay! Just, we still up for partnering up today? It's sparring."

Smiling a little wider, "Yeah. That'd be great."

Akaashi nearly buckles when Bokuto flashes another blinding smile his way. After all these years, Bokuto still made his heart beat erratically. He's surprised again when Bokuto loops an arm around his shoulders, leading him towards the other warriors. They turn around, greeting them with a collection of both ecstatic and tired feels. Their conversation quickly grows ranging from excellent hunts the day before, luck at the village casino, and even a newborn owlet in the Yukie family.