30 Day Writing Challenge

Day 9, Fanfiction(s), BokuAka (Three Painting from Pining)

"AGAASHEEEEE!"

He knows Bokuto calling out his name like that, in public no less, should be embarrassing. He knows he should dislike such a thing, but there's just something about Bokuto that only makes him pine after him more every time he sees him.

Bokuto will bring death to him.

Ever since he listened to Bokuto play the piano, his world suddenly burst with color and energy. If Bokuto is the death of him, then the emotions and the sudden vibrancy is the time where his "life flashes before his eyes." At first, it was terrifying. His emotions were much more intense and extreme. He never was the type of person to openly express their emotions with it plastered on his face. Rather, he could be flying sky in joy internally yet keep his resting expressionless face on. Many people told him to "liven up", but he was "livened up." It just didn't show on his face.

He now finds himself smiling at almost everything Bokuto does. Even the unusually weird stuff.

Kenma says he's whipped hopeless.

"Hello, Bokuto-san."

"Hey hey hey! Are you free this Saturday?" Bokuto slings his arm over Akaashi's shoulder. He barely manages to hold back the sudden shiver.

Taking a deep breath, he looks at the sun-owl man. "Yes. I am."

Bokuto flashes his blinding smile. "Great! I've got a solo piano concert that day. Could you come?" A note with a location and time dangles in front of him.

Akaashi smiles at that. He grabs the note, "Yeah, definitely. Thanks, Bokuto-san."

Bokuto seems content with that. "Ok then, I'll see you then! I've got to go, bye Akaashi!"

"Bye."

He feels like a high school girl in love. Smiling, he pockets the ticket and heads home, brain teeming with ideas for another painting.

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Stepping back, Akaashi breathes in the sight of his painting. He's surprising himself with the life and energy in each new painting he makes. In just this week, he's painted three complete works, all so lively and not too much at the same time. And when he places them side by side next to the ones he's painted in the past...

The differences are clear cut. Black and white. It's not like the ones he's painted before have depressing themes to them, it's just they feel so empty. So meaningless. Even the beautiful sunset he painted two years ago had nothing on the three paintings from this week.

The first painting was simple. A singular, grey and black coated great horned owl was perched on a branch. Its eyes were set on the sky, focused and resolute. There was a goal worth reaching, worth getting. Its golden eyes shone so brightly with resolve. He's impressed with himself to say the least.

The second painting has the figure of a jumping man. One arm stretches above his head, guiding him to the target. His back arches as he prepares to swing forward. He will not falter or hesitate to take that swing. However, the only thing missing is the man's face. No matter, he's certain there would be a smile anyways.

The third painting looks like someone he knows well. The facial features are mostly covered in an ethereal light, but from what he could tell, this man loves to smile. He wonders where all these ideas are coming from.

With a content hum, Akaashi yawns and heads off to sleep, leaving the three paintings to finish drying overnight.

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