Pretty Eyes {BokuAka Soulmate AU}

Black & White

not me saying i'm gonna write and then just not writing. i have no words for y'all i'm sorry, here's the new chapter!! i know y'all have been excited for it. i'm also really glad you guys have been enjoying my story  <(^v^)>
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It was now Saturday and Akaashi was nervous. He had spent the whole week stressing about how he would act around the large, flamboyant boy in public. He was worried about his anxious tendencies annoying Bokuto once he had to see them first hand. What if Bokuto lost interest in Keiji after seeing he's not as perfect as he looks? There were too many possibilities for things to go wrong. While his mind ran with worries, Akaashi noticed it was almost time for him to leave. He finished getting ready and walked downstairs to find his mother on the living room couch.
     "Hey mom, I'm going to be staying over at a friends house tonight." He says, walking behind her  and bending over to give her a chaste kiss on the cheek.
     She looks up and picks some lint off Keiji's cardigan, "Where are you going all dressed up? Do you have a date? Are you going to a girls house?"
     "No mom, It's one of the guys from the volleyball team." he pauses, "he asked if I wanted to hang out this weekend." Akaashi could feel his face heating up and he wished his mom didn't notice.
     "Okay well, just be safe." She adds.
     "I will. I'll text you when I get there!" he shouts as he walks out the door.
      Once at the theater Akaashi had noticed he was quite a few minutes early. In his meticulous nervous planning he had seemed to forget how slowly time actually passes by, how each second could feel like a minute if you were anxious enough. Just has his thoughts began to spiral they were interrupted by a loud, mispronunciation of his name. Keiji looked in the direction of the call to see Bokuto, in a less than fashionable outfit, walking toward him.
"Good Afternoon Bokuto-San, how was your morning?" Akaashi said with a slight, instinctive, bow.
Bokuto rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and chuckled, "Gosh 'kaashi, you don't have to be so formal. Makes me feel like I'm forcing you to hang out with me."
"Oh! I'm sorry Bokuto-San! That wasn't my intention!" He sputtered out.
"I know you didn't mean any harm." Bokuto gives him a beaming smile that, in some way, calms Akaashi down and makes him feel at ease, "You ready?" He gives a nod in response and they walk into the theater.
If you were to ask Keiji what the movie he was currently watching was about, he would not be able to tell you. His heartbeat was ringing through his ears and every breathe he took sounded like a jet engine in his head. Every little movement followed by overthinking. Was that too loud? Is he annoyed I keep moving?  The sounds of laughter filling the theater with every one-liner seemed far and distant compared to the noises Akaashi's own body was making. It just wouldn't stop, no matter how long he sat there and wished for it to, it just wouldn't.
     As if the stress of the theater wasn't enough, Akaashi was now sitting in a cafe with Bokuto as he went on and on about the movie. He nervously fiddled with the paper straw wrapper between his fingers as he zoned out, addressing Bokuto with the occasional hum and nod.
     Bokuto paused his ramblings for a moment before asking, "Akaashi? Are you okay?" Flustered by the sudden question, Keiji just sat and stared at the boy.  "Was I talking to much? I'm sorry, I know I can be annoying." Bokuto added and chuckled nervously. Keiji he thinks you think he's annoying, he's going to hate you.
     "You're not annoying Bokuto-San!" Akaashi blurted out, "I'm okay, I just.... don't like big crowds." He continued to tear the paper wrapper into smaller and smaller pieces, "Please, continue!" He says with a soft smile that he could tell took Bokuto off guard. So they continued just like that, Bokuto rambling about something and Akaashi nodding along. At some point his disinterest turned into genuine curiosity when he saw how the other boy lit up with joy when Akaashi would ask him a question. This type of exchange was something new to Keiji. In most conversations, the energy should be 50/50 as to show maximum interest, even if Akaashi's social 50 was not his real 50. Akaashi's real 50 was the regular persons 40, maybe 35 but, with Bokuto, it seemed as though he could show his real 50 and it was enough. The 50 that had lost him friends was finally enough for someone and Akaashi could tell that Bokuto's seemingly 80 was really just an excited 50- if even that. Any normal person would think these discrepancies in energies means that these two people could never get along but they'd be wrong.
     These were the type of seconds that Akaashi hated the most. The type to drone on and on, with almost no hope of speeding up. As he sat on Bokuto's bed, he felt a slight pant in his chest. Bokuto's walls were light blue. My favorite shade of light blue. He thought to himself how many things were his favorite color and how it was his favorite cause it was the color of so many things. He thought of how he had robbed Bokuto of those things.
     "Doesn't it ever bother you?" Akaashi asked abruptly, "Your soulmates favorite color, I mean." he added after a moment.
     Bokuto sat in thought before giving a simple shrug, "I don't think it bothers me as much as it might bother other people. I mean, my favorite color changed all the time. I think that would be more bothersome than not being able to see the same color for a long period of time. Don't you think?"
     "I think there are pros and cons to both." Akaashi stated, trying not to laugh.
     Other than the walls, Bokuto's room really had no semblance to Akaashi's. Keiji's room was small, neat and tidy. Made for studying and sleeping. Bokuto's however seemed slightly larger than normal and while he wouldn't call it messy it was definitely cluttered. Trophies and nick-naks cover multiple shelves across the space. Posters were haphazardly pinned to the walls. The more time Akaashi spent with Bokuto the more he realized how opposite they were, yet, he kept getting pulled in deeper and deeper with curiosity. Just how different can two soulmates be? They are made from the same star after all. And if they were "oh-so-different" then why did they seem to be perfect for one another?
     "Bokuto-San? What kind of person do you think your soulmate is?"
     "I think they are smart and consistent." He paused, "I hope that they like me for me, all my flaws included... and I hope they can love me just as much as I love them."
     "And what if they don't?" He had spoke without thinking. As soon as the words left Akaashi's mouth he had known he messed up, "I don't mean that you're not loveable I just mea-"
     "I would still love them, one sidedly. Even if they hated me and wanted nothing to do with me. I would still love them more than anything else in the world." Though Akaashi was not looking at him, from his voice he could tell the soft and sincere expression that Bokuto had on his face. It made his heart flutter just a bit knowing he was the person in question.
     The anxiety that had been swelling in Akaashi's chest finally broke free, "And what if they aren't as you expected? Would you be disappointed?"
     Bokuto didn't even hesitate before answering, "None of that matters to me anyways, as long as we love each other." he huffed with satisfaction, "I'll love them more than I love volleyball."
     "More than volleyball?" Keiji chuckled at the thought.
     "More than volleyball." He affirmed.