Bokuto's eyes widened. It was the same guy that he met at the café. The pretty guy. He would've never thought that out of the seven billion people in the world, he would become his personal nurse assistant. Bokuto called it fate.
As for the other, he had a weird sense of nostalgia around Bokuto. He was sort of recognisable to him but he just didn't know how. He was sure if he ever bumped into a spiky white-grey haired, owl-like man he'll surely remember who he was. But he didn't...
He was tall. His feet almost dangling off the hospital bed. He had a good build, definitely looked like he had been working out. He sure was handsome, but not so much Akaashi's type. He looked like the opposite of Akaashi.
But guess what, opposites attract.
He was slim. Not thin to the bones, but more of a good build that any woman would've dreamed off. He had long, lean legs like a ballerina. But what caught Bokuto's attention first was his emerald eyes. He could go for days just looking at his eyes.
Tetsurō cleared his throat as they've been staring at each other for as long as time knows.
"Well, I'll leave you guys be. Get to know each other so you're more comfortable with each other."
The door clicked closed and silence started to envelope the room.
Akaashi was the first to make a move and the first to say something too.
"Hi! My name's Keiji Akaashi. I'm 21 years old and I'll be your assistant starting off today," as he held out a hand, leaning in for a handshake.
Bokuto responded, reached out to his hand, and replied "Kōtarō Bokuto, 22." Simple, yet Akaashi was eager to know more about him.
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Rewrite the stars || bokuaka
Romance"We may have nothing, but we have history and that is priceless." Bokuto x Akaashi fanfic Highest rank; #57 in illness
