Watermelon Sugar - Bokuto Kotaro X OC

Obaasan

Bokuto smiled when he caught her eyes momentarily sparkle when she saw strawberry milk and Pocky but switched back to her stoic face the very next second.

"Eat" he said.

"Is this poisoned?"

"I need the painting"

She narrowed her eyes at his choice of words "I'm not hungry"

"So you're gonna waste the food?" He knew how to hit her guilt points. Wasting food was on the top of that list.

She scoffed before taking a bite of the noodles and seconds later she set down the empty bowl.

"Let me take you home. It's pretty late"

"I can driv-"

"I'll have someone drop your car" he walked out of his office before she could protest.

"Where's your house?" Bokuto gripped the steering wheel because her legs were out of his league. For now.

He felt his heart pang when she told him the address. It was his grandma's house and she was doing it on purpose.

"You live with her?" He asked after a long pause.

"You got your memory back" she softly said looking outside the window.

"It's been a while" he awkwardly answered "I'm... sorry about Akaashi"

"Okay"

"I'm sorry for... leaving"

"Okay"

"It's scary when you say just that" he really was terrified. She barely spoke.

"You don't owe me an explanation and I don't want to ask"

"But I do..." he said.

"If you say so" she mumbled "How dare you show up again?" Her tone had completely changed. She seemed furious.

"I couldn't leave you alon-"

"I don't need your pity"

"It's all my fault"

"Damn right it is. You should've never spoken to me in school. You should've never been nice to me. You shouldn't have tried so-"

"I'm sorry"

"Sorry doesn't fix anything" she said.

When the silence resumed, it started eating him alive. The guilt got stronger every time she spoke. By the time they reached the address she'd fallen asleep.

"S-Sei..." the last thing he wanted to do was wake her up. He thought about it for a whole minute. His hand almost touched her face but retracted because he damn well knew he was unworthy of it, he missed having her in his proximity. He knew that having her around was a bad idea but he couldn't stop himself from being drawn to her. Yet again.

Obaasan was having a mellow evening watching her favourite TV show while she knitted her 19380th pink sweater for Seikan. "I wonder how she finds so many shades of pink yarn..." she mumbled. When the doorbell rang she realised how late she was "Young woman, how many times have I told you to not-"

She swore she almost went to the Gods when she saw Bokuto firmly holding Seikan's sleeping figure in his arms. She stepped aside but still in horror, wondering how he decided to finally show up after seven long years. He set her in his old bed, his room still looked the same but the new pink things in his room made his face go warm "The room looks nicer now" he mumbled when he saw the pictures of grumpy Seikan with Obaasan. She hated taking pictures and the fact that it was on the nightstand spoke volumes about how much she loved his grandma.