bokuaka one shots

all i need is you

The couple wasn't well off financially, to say the least.

Saying they were comfortable would be an overstatement, considering the stress that comes at the dreaded end of every month.

The two were barely scraping by, barely given room to breathe.

Bokuto so longed to take great care of his lover, to spoil him and give him an easy life. To take him on unforgettable dates and maybe give him leeway to go to university. Akaashi, however, focused not on what they could have, but their current situation. He often worked overtime, doing what he could to make ends meet and maybe allow them to have a bit of spending money after bills and groceries.

Despite the tension that comes with tight funds, they loved each other dearly. Even through all of their disputes, neither could stay mad at the other.

They lived in a cheap, run down apartment on the less wealthy side of town, all their furniture worn and outdated and the tiles of their floors peeling off of where they previously resided. It was common for their electronics to stop working occasionally, leaving handyman Bokuto to repair it to the best of his ability until he eventually couldn't fix it and there was no choice but to replace it.

"Bokuto-san, it's hot," Akaashi mumbled, fanning himself with a magazine as he watched over his boyfriend, who sat on the carpeted floor of their living room, tinkering with their AC unit.

"I know, I'm working on it, love," the silver-haired male sighed, unscrewing the plastic plate that sat at the front. They hadn't expected much from it, given it was just a cheap window unit, but he would still try to find out what was wrong. "It's the stupid fan. Can you clean this filter, please?"

He passed Akaashi the flimsy filter, to which the quieter man began wash the dust from it, while Bokuto poked around the air conditioner, trying to get the fan working despite his limited knowledge on the subject.

After about ten minutes of trying and failing to fix it, Bokuto gave up.

"I can't fix it. We have to replace it."

"Don't worry about it," Akaashi assured him, kissing his partners' forehead before handing him a drink. "I can see about getting a new one next month. Maybe I can put in some more hours at work."

"You don't have to," Bokuto groaned, turning away from him. "I'll figure it out, just don't do more overtime, okay?"

Akaashi shrugged and rested his head on the mans back. "Okay, then. I think we have a fan in our closet. We can move it in here."

Bokuto didn't respond. He was obviously in a bad mood, though Akaashi wasn't quite sure why. It was like him to get upset over even trivial things, but it was rare that he ignored Akaashi over them.

"I'll go get it, okay?" Akaashi stood, walking into his room and rummaging through the closet. After a bit, he found a black fan with a long cord, which would plug into the wall. Satisfied, he went back into the living room, plugging it in where the A.C. used to go.

Bokuto sat on his phone, scrolling through something intently.

"What're you doing?" Akaashi hummed.

"Looking for jobs."

The brunettes' head whipped around, narrowing his dark eyes at his lover. His thin eyebrows knit together in confusion, though Bokuto wasn't paying much attention to his expression. "You have a job."

"It's obviously not cutting it. I'm looking for one that pays more."

Akaashi considered whether he should argue with Bokuto or just let him do what he wants. It was usually good to let the latter sulk, to give him time to get over his stump and realize it was stupid on his own. Akaashi, however, was tempted to tell him that this was pointless. He desperately wanted to make Bokuto understand that what they had was enough, even if it didn't always seem like it.

"Do what you want. You don't need to, though."

Bokuto rolled his eyes and continued his search. "I clearly do. Look at our apartment! Don't you wanna live somewhere... ya know, nicer?"

Akaashi had to admit that he longed for a more modern house, the kind that they would look at in magazines before they moved in together, back when they were too naive to think they could be anything but well off together. "I like our apartment. It's our first actual place together. We have a lot of memories here, right?"

Bokuto's eyes flickered to the dark stain on the carpet, remnants of an at-home date night involving cheap red wine. "So? We can still barely afford to eat."

"Yes, but you still manage to get food on the table. Everything you make tastes good, even when we're almost out of food."

Bokuto rolled his eyes once more and turned the opposite way with a huff. "I've been thinking about it for a while anyway."

"Koutarou, we'll be okay. Our car is almost payed off, remember? And my phone. That'll be some stress off of us, right?"

Bokuto shrugged.

Akaashi sat behind him, embracing his boyfriend tightly. "We'll be okay, so don't worry so much."

They sat there for a while in silence, Bokuto melting into Akaashi's arms.

"Are you sure you don't want me to find another job."

Akaashi let out a long sigh, kissing the back of Bokutos neck before standing.

"As long as you're here, that's enough for me."

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