30 Day Writing Challenge

Day 6, Art, Freeform (Bokuaka, Sun-Owl Man)

Art and freeform. What's better than writing another fanfic simply for the feels? And also, my head has been contaminated with too much angst lately for certain characters, so this is a sweet, fluffy relief. I definitely plan on writing a second part to this later. So enjoy!

Stroke. Stroke.

Slowly but surely, the painting in front of the man came together. For him, it had been a considerably tiring day at work. Yesterday, one man had come in looking for a paint to cover his bedroom wall and demanded that the color he chose would fit perfectly. Akaashi Keiji had tried to tell him that it would dry a few shades brighter, but the man simply waved him off, paid, and left. Today, however, he came storming in, demanding he should get a refund for not warning him. Insults flew and a few displays were knocked over before his manager stepped in. Other people in the store simply watched with pity. He hated those stares. Uncomfortable would be an understatement.

Sighing, Akaashi stood up from his stool to observe his painting from a distance. It looks all right, he guesses. No matter what he wounds up painting, there always seems to be a bland feel to them. In some, it would be barely noticeable, but in others, well, bland would suit them to a T.

A buzzing sound snaps him out of his thoughts. Glancing around, his eyes fall on his phone on the table across the living room. Must be Kenma.

Surely enough, Kenma's face is on the screen in all his gaming glory. He swipes to answer.

"Hey Kenma. What's up?"

"Hey Akaashi. You free this weekend?" Kenma says with a weary tone in his voice.

"Yeah, pretty much. I only plan on painting for a few hours that day." He probably needs me to go somewhere with him.

"Great. Kuroo gave me two tickets to another one of his concerts. Said it would be a special one this time or something."

Akaashi smirks at this. Kuroo for sure knows how to get Kenma's attention on him. "Oh, definitely. It's going to be a special one after all, eh?"

"Sheesh, I can see your smirk already. It's not like that okay?" Kenma pleads. His tone gives his blush away and Akaashi can't help but feel successful.

"Whatever you say. The other day you called me and said, and I quote 'he looks like an adorable rooster.' Apparently, roosters can be adorable too now."

The line is silent on the other side for a few moments before he hears a sigh of defeat. His smile grows wider at that.

"So you're coming right?"

"Yeah. Can't say that I'll be interested like any of the other times, but I'll go. What time?"

Two days later.

Akaashi's eyes flutter open but intense light makes him squeeze his eyes back shut. Groaning, he sits up and glances at his clock. 11:20. Blinking a few times, the gears in his brain finally snap together. Crap.

Springing out of bed, he takes a brief shower, scrubs his teeth, and drags a brush through his curly hair before tossing it aside. Throwing open his closet, he gives it a quick scan before haphazardly throwing on a green shirt with a light blue denim jacket over top. Just as he pulls up his dark blue jeans to accompany his outfit, his doorbell rings.

Frantically searching for his phone, wallet, and keys, he pockets them quickly before whipping open the door. Glancing down, he sees Kenma looking back up at him. Without his handheld gaming console at that.

"You just woke up, didn't you?" Kenma asks.

"More or less so." He deadpans in return.