Haikyuu Book of Oneshots

Your Favourite: BokutoXAkaashi

"So, I'm dead?"

He lifted his hand upwards. Carefully eyeing the outlines of his knuckles as he bent each finger, curiously watching the slow jerk of his arm with each movement.

Cautiously he turned his palm around, tracing the lines gently as if his hand would suddenly vanish into thin air.

'Wasn't there that myth about the lines on your hand? When they make an, 'M' you'll live a happy married life right?' He thought, his sight never leaving that imprint as he traced it once again.
This time using the tip of his nail to make those lines deeper, imbedding that letter into his palm as it trailed white with the pressure.

With a sigh he threw his arms up, letting himself fall backwards with a nonexistent thud.

"Man this is so weird! I mean I can totally feel myself, and I'm not like- sinking through the floor or anything, but it's so strange!" Bokuto complained loudly, his hair fanning out on the ground, white strands overlapping his black ones as he stared up at the ceiling.

"That being said," his expression turned blank, his hands neatly folded on his chest as an awkward smile made him look all the more out of place.

"Why am I in Akasshi's house?"

He stared at nothing as he tried to remember the last thing he did, but it was all a blur.
Something was very bright, and something was very loud?
He couldn't remember feeling any pain, so maybe it was a quick death? How long had he been dead anyways?

He couldn't quite answer that last one as he frowned.

The sound of a doorknob rattling interrupted his thoughts, jolting him upwards and he sat up so quick that he nearly sent himself sprawling forwards.

A happy grin on his face as he sparkled with so much excitement he could barely sit still. The door pushed open slowly, nearly closing again as a shoe caught it before it could.
With a grunt a shoulder squeezed past the narrow gap, keys in his mouth as he held several brown paper bags filled with food.

"Akaashi!" Bokuto shouted, jumping up from the floor as he rushed him, arms open wide to tackle Keiji in a hug only to have his grin drop when his arms went right through him.

"Ah that's right, I'm so lifelike I almost forgot.." He smiled sheepishly running his hands through his hair as he looked at Akaashi again.

"You probably can't hear me either?"

As if to answer Akaashi quietly set the bags down on the counter, never giving him so much as a passing glance as he sighed.

"Hey why're you sighing like that?" Bokuto frowned, following Akaashi as he seemed to collapse on the couch.

Bokuto sat next to him, leaning forwards so his face was inches from Akaashi's.
He should've seen his reflection in his glasses with how close he was, but there was nothing.

"Hey no way are you growing your hair out? Ha! I always did say you'd look great with long hair!" He laughed, not failing to notice the way Akaashi's eyes looked so sullen.

Or the fact he was much skinnier than he remembered, his clothes seeming baggy on him even though he already knew he wore a small.