WARNINGS: Sensory overload
I really like all the possibilities of what could happen at a training camp okay? Also I haven't given Bokuto nearly enough love so time to smother him in it.
Loud. It was loud, and words were leaving, and he messed up again. He messed up again and they said it was okay but what if they were lying and the uniforms are itchy and there's so much noise. And his tongue felt too big and too heavy and he didn't know these people. But he did because these ones were his teammates and these ones were from teams he played every year. And they had fun because volleyball was fun but right now it was too much and he needed a break but he didn't know these people good. He couldn't trust them what if they hurt him or made fun of him or babied him.
Thoughts were swirling in Bokuto's head, he knew he needed a break but he couldn't find Akaashi, and how could he trust anyone else? He couldn't explain what he needed and what if they hurt him?
He glanced to the other side of the net to see Nekoma's setter looking pale, and wide eyed, and generally overwhelmed, just like he was. Kuroo came over to help him, Kuroo! He knew Kuroo, Kuroo was childhood friends with Kenma, Kenma was like him! But Kuroo wasn't Akaashi, and what if Kuroo didn't want to help him because Kenma was his boyfriend, not Bokuto. And now he's staring, Kuroo was coming over to him, right the game was over, they were free to go back to the dorms, why was Kuroo coming to him? Was he mad? What if...
"Oya oya?" The gentle and familiar call and response ritual was there, the slightly taller man reaching out with the hand that wasn't holding the blond, giving Bokuto the option to take it or not.
"Oy', 'ya, o, ya," The syllables were tough to get out, slurred around his too-big tongue, but Kuroo understood.
"Let's go back to the dorms yeah? I'll take you to Fukurodani's since it's on the way to ours, then I'll text Akaashi."
"'Gaa,shii?" It was always so difficult to say his boyfriend's name, even without being in sensory overload.
"Yeah, he went to get his bag from his car, remember? He'll be back soon, I'll tell him where to find you." With that, Bokuto took the extended hand, the one with mono-colored hair leading the other two toward the quiet empty dorms, Kenma close and hunched into him with Bokuto further back, wanting to trust Kuroo but Kenma needed him too, I can't take all of him, I just have to wait for Akaashi. They ignored the first years who were unused to these situations, taking the short walk back.
As he got into the room he was sharing with the rest of his team, he stiffly waved goodbye to Kuroo and crawled under a table. Under the table he felt surrounded, and nothing could sneak up on him, and good pressure, good pressure until Akaashi came, where was Akaashi?
"You in there, love?" Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
Bokuto let out a small hum, and soon saw his black-haired boyfriend in the opening he had crawled through.
"It's okay, hon, I'm here. Why don't you crawl out and we can snuggle in your weighted blanket, yeah? I'll set an alarm so we don't miss dinner. Quiet one, don't worry, not loud and scary."
Bokuto slowly wriggled himself out, mourning the loss of the surrounding weight until it was replaced by a better one, a softer one that said sweet words and breathed and smelled like Akaashi.
"G'shii," he said with a hum, glad to finally sit in the arms of the one person here he trusted the most.
"C'mon, I'm tired too, let's go snuggle and take a nap." Not wanting to stand, Bokuto crawled over to his sleeping space, grabbing his stuffed owl Koo out of his bag. After turning off the lights, Akaashi spooned him (which looked a bit odd considering their size difference, but it's how they preferred to snuggle when Bokuto was like this.
A few teammates came in and out, grabbing a change of clothes or a snack they stashed with their stuff, but they stayed quite, at most wriggling their eyebrows at the setter (he made a mental list of each who did that so he could kick them later).
"Sleep well Koutarou." He felt a soft headbump against his chest, and he'd been dating the captain long enough to know that was reciprocation.
[A/N: When will I stop making "autistic character got overwhelmed at game/training camp and friend/significant other helps them" fics? Never. I like them way too much]
