"Bokuto-san? Are you okay?"
Akaashi had never seen his senpai look this disheveled, even when he went 'emo'. It was rather concerning, seeing an elastic in his flat hair rather than the signature gelled spikes.
Other than that, he had been leaning against the wall, sitting on the floor with one knee to his chest and the other leg extended.
He appeared out of breath and distracted, almost as if he had no idea where he was. Not here, but somewhere in a distant future or past.
The energy surrounding Bokuto was strange. It was tired. It felt lost. The energy felt like an old woman who had recently been widowed, sitting in her favourite recliner, longing for her lover.
The energy felt scared. It was almost as though Akaashi's senpai had just had a nightmare or seen something traumatic.
Akaashi was terrified. The wind had practically been ripped from his lungs as he stepped closer to Bokuto, the temperature shifting a few degrees colder.
Bokuto no longer felt like the colours of the sunset. Rather, he felt like the smooth red of blood and the abyss of spilled ink.
It was something new entirely. It lasted only a few moments, but it was enough for worry.
The tensed slightly as the energy around Bokuto became more fearful, almost as if he were a child being caught sneaking sweets before dinner.
Bokuto went from deep, nightmarish colours to a muddy orange and pink. There was an in between colour that was new, one that hadn't been evident before.
Bokuto had invited purple.
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broken • bokuaka
FanficBokuto Koutaro's mood swings were something the Fukurodani volleyball team was used to. A few kouhai thought it was just that their senpai had an overinflated ego-- in fact, so did most of the rest of the team. Even Bokuto-san's best friends though...
