Okay, here we go. I hope this goes...okay-ish. This is my first BokuAka, so it won't be...good. Also, any images are NOT MINE. All of the credit goes to the artist/photographer.
Akaashi POV (Third person)
Akaashi was always fascinated with flowers. The colors, the shape, the meaning. He spent most of his time learning about them. When he wasn't he was practicing volleyball or at school, with his crazy friend, Bokuto. Bokuto was bizarre, but not bad looking. He had multicolored hair. Part grey, part black. His eyes were a gold. It was the gold that drew Akaashi in. Well that and his eyebrows. Most would find them almost threatening. The point was unnatural and the grey indicated Bokuto's hair might actually be naturally grey and he just added the black. Or even that both colors were natural. But to be frank, Akaashi found Bokuto's eyebrows quite sexy. Of course Akaashi would never admit it, even to himself.
Akaashi didn't just find Bokuto's facial features handsome. Bokuto did work out a lot and his muscles were quite a sight for Akaashi in the changing room. Good thing he had a reason to look at Bokuto. See, Bokuto never stopped talking. N e v e r. Well...almost never. He did shut up during a game. Sort of. He stopped except for the:
"HEY HEY HEEEYYY!!!" Or the:
"AGASHI! SET TO MEEE!" Or even the:
"Don't set for me anymore!"
But other than that and the supporting speeches, Bokuto was pretty quiet during a game. Akaashi always assumed it was because..well...the pressure to succeed must be tough, especially since he's the ace and the captain. But on one Friday he began to think otherwise. The coach was upset because the team hadn't been improving much. So he came up with a trust exercise. After all according to the coach,
"Trust is the key to success."
The idea was they all share about their family. It was a good idea. Not like deepest darkest secret when it gets juicy. Just the basics. Everyday they were going to slowly get more into personal life.
"My mom's name is Himari." Bokuto started. "She likes to make stuff. Anything really. From pots to tables to lamps to TVs to doors...Well...not pots or lamps or TVs...or doors. But...I bet she could do a table...ANYWAY. She's really talented. Her hair is like mine. But not styled. And longer. She used to play volleyball when she was my age. She played wing spiker....So yeah." Then he stopped.
"Does you father live with you?" The coach asked.
"Oh...uh...well...he's..er....in a comma." Bokuto's hair drooped. His body sunk. He slouched. He was in emo mode. Normally emo mode was just a joke. He misses a spike? Emo mode. But this wasn't a joke. He looked like he might actually cry. You could tell he was trying not to. The coach took this into advantage.
"How did he get in that state?" Well, that was a bit harsh. Uncalled for. Akaashi thought. But listened in.
"W-well. U-uhm. He...W-we...were d-driving h-home...a-and there w-was a bus.... It-we-we were hit. And...well...he hasn't woken up...t-that was f-four months ago." Four months ago was August. So there was no school. Made sense. Still, Akaashi was a little hurt he didn't ask him for comfort. But still the coach pursued his satisfaction.
"Is he going to...die?" The look on Bokuto's face was awful. It was so hurt and broken. At this point Akaashi was going to tell the coach to lay off, but Bokuto just said,
"I-I have to go." And he ran out. The coach pursed his lips.
"Fucking coward." Akaashi heard Coach mumble. Akaashi frowned.
"I'm gonna find him." Then Akaashi was gone, too.
Okay, part one of Something Beautiful is done! Is it decent? Please comment and vote. And if it's okay-ish please inform otherss. oWO
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