"Hey hey hey!"
"We meet again, Akaashi."
"Bokuto-san, Kuroo-san, hello."
Akaashi chuckled under his breath when Kenma mumbled an incoherent 'hey' before returning to his game.
He glanced up at Bokuto and Kuroo, who were bow arguing about something nonsensical.
He glanced over to where a silver-haired boy, a boy with a manbun, and a man with short dark brown hair were talking.
He gasped a little when he saw the silver-haired boy's wrist, where a faint sigil was drawn. He watched as the other drew the same sigil on the other two, before moving on to the rest of his team.
The silver-haired male was using a faint marker, one that was similar to the skin of his teammates, with it being more bold on some than others.
Akaashi found himself walking over to the male, on instinct, and tapping his shoulder.
He flushed slightly as the silver-haired male hummed and turned, smiling brightly.
"Hi! I'm Sugawara Koushi, but you can call me Suga!"
"H-hi. I'm Akaashi Keiji, please, just call me Akaashi. Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Akaashi was rushing and stumbling over his words, terrified that he had initiated conversation with a complete stranger.
"Sure! I only have one more person to take care of, then we can go talk!"
Akaashi nodded as Sugawara turned to the boy with almost greenish hair, drawing a small sigil on the inside of his wrist and kissing it gently.
He watched as Sugawara capped the marker in his hands, and tucked it back into his shoulder bag.
They walked to a bench just outside the gym, which both of them neglected for the grass.
Akaashi, shy to start conversation, cleared his throat.
"Your team, Karasuno, a-are they okay with, y'know..."
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broken • bokuaka
FanfictionBokuto 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...
