bokuaka one shots

just like heaven

"You, soft and lonely, you, lost and lonely,
You, strange as angels,
Dancing in the deepest oceans,
Twisting in the water,
You're just like a dream,
You're just like a dream."

Bokuto looked up from the bar where he stood, gazing at the group currently onstage. They were a new, young bunch of cover artists, and they seemed to have a preference for songs by The Cure- or thats what he heard from the attendees that hung around the bar during shows.

Bokuto, however, payed no mind to their song choice, but to their lead singer; a somewhat tall brunette with short, curly hair and pale skin in contrast to his own warm, tan complexion. He had dark eyes and rosy pink lips, his voice was smooth and silvery, a modulated tone to it.

Bokuto didn't know his name, but he was curious to learn. The silver-haired man was mesmerized by the singer swaying onstage, by the way his slender fingers gripped the microphone, the way his eyes would flutter open after finishing a verse, the way his pale lips parted with each word he sang or breath he took.

"You, soft and only,
You, lost and lonely,
You, just like heaven."

With that, he was gone.

The musicians moved offstage, taking their beautiful singer with them.

Bokuto was almost tempted to run after him, before being reminded that he was, in fact, working, and someone ordered a drink.

"They're pretty good," the man sitting at the bar commented, running his fingers through his sweaty hair. "Think they'll actually make it?"

"Maybe," Bokuto mused as he began filling a plastic cup with a foamy drink that had a strong smell. "Uh, do you know who the lead singer is?"

The man shrugged, taking his drink and wrinkling his nose at the taste. "I think I heard someone call him 'Keiji'. Not sure, though."

"Ah, thank you," Bokuto grinned, glancing at the stage where he once stood. Keiji was a nice name, he thought.

They weren't there the next day, or the day after. Bokuto waited patiently for their return, though he almost forgot about the matter while working.

It had been a week, and Keiji still hadn't come back to the small venue, as far as Bokuto knew. He continued serving drinks there, of course, tuning out the local rock and punk bands that would play and the bustle of people.

"Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet?
When in this charming car,
This charming man."

His familiar voice rang through the air, and, though Bokuto had been waiting for him to come back, the bartender hadn't even noticed at first.

"Why pamper life's complexity when the leather runs smooth on the passengers seat?"

This was the verse in which he was hit with realization. There was one band that he knew of that played goth music, and they were here now, playing a song by the Smiths. Though Keiji's soft voice was quite different from Morrisey's in tone, the song was still very recognizable.

"A jumped-up pantry boy who never knew his place,
He said, 'return the ring',
He knows so much about this place,
He knows so much about this place."

There was no doubt it was him. The two locked eyes breifly it seemed, despite the distance, before the final verse ended. The singer rocked back and forth to the outro, patiently waiting for it to end.

Tapping his coworkers shoulder, he said, "Take over for a bit," and left, finding his way backstage.

It wasn't long before he was met by the band, all but Akaashi chatting excitedly about their previous performance.

"Hey, Akaashi," one of the members, a boy with dirty-blond hair, says to his band mate. "It's that guy you were talking about."

A soft pink dusted Akaashi's face at the mention of Bokuto, turning to find the latter. His eyes found the taller man quickly, his gaze meeting that of Bokutos.

"Hey!" Bokuto exclaimed over the bustle of people, walking to where Akaashi stood. "I'm Bokuto. I work here. Uh, your voice is nice."

His face was hot with embarrassment, but he stayed, looking at the brunette with anticipation.

"Oh- thank you. I'm Akaashi."

"I've heard," Bokuto chuckled nervously. His overwrought heart beat fast, praying the man wasn't straight or in a relationship. "This is kinda weird, but can I get your number, please?"

Akaashi, typically being a more impassive person, grinned hesitantly. "Sure thing."

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