Rewrite the stars || bokuaka

CHAPTER 1

Life. There were so many questions Bokuto had, yet no answers and so little time.

22. 6'2. Golden eyes. White-grey hair with black streaks. Passion: volleyball. Resembles an owl. Solid and muscular build. Kōtarō Bokuto stared outside the window, observing the winter snow landing on the ground. Another day has passed by and time was running out.

The pain was intolerable, yet he handled it like no other man could. He was the type to bottle up his emotions to the point where it'll destroy his well-being. But he wouldn't mind, as long as he wasn't a burden to others.

Love. There were so many questions Akaashi had, yet no answers and so little time.

21. 5'11. Emerald eyes. Black hair. Passion: Unsure. Slim build. Keiji Akaashi stared through the café's window watching the winter snow fall to the ground. University was a pain in the ass as he hurried to finish his coursework that was due in about 5 minutes. Rings of bells enveloped the insides of the café. There was another customer.

"I'll take one black coffee", Bokuto asked in a muffled tone as his mouth was stuffed into his scarf. "I should've layered up on my thermals", he thought to himself.

"Coming right up! That'll be £3.75 Mister" answered Kiyoko, the owner of the café.

CARD ACCEPTED.

Bokuto spectated the café. "They sure get a lot of customers". However, this all came to a halt as he eyed a peculiar someone sitting next to a circular window.

Pretty. This was the first word Bokuto thought of as he studied the attractive man. Bokuto was pansexual. During his high school years, he probably dated all the girls in his year. He was quite the charmer. He never once thought he'll like the same gender he was. But it came to a time where he didn't mind at all and figured it wouldn't hurt anyone who you'll end up loving.

I mean it's your life, why let someone unknown control it.

"Sir! Sir! Excuse me, Sir!"

Bokuto finally came back to his senses and turned around to face the cashier. "Here's your black coffee. No milk. No sugar." the worker joyfully said. He had a radiant smile. Bokuto looked down at his name tag, Suga. A beautiful name for a beautiful person. Bokuto nodded and took hold of the coffee quickly turning around to see the man that had him star-struck. Unfortunately, he was no longer there. He was pretty sure that he saw him when Suga called out for his name. How weird.