"So why am I blindfolded?"
"You'll see when we get there."
"Well, you see I'm not a patient man."
"Do you not trust me at all Kōtarō?"
"No."
"Wow, straightforward. You do know I can just leave you here all by yourself."
"Well, you won't."
"You dare me to?"
"I'm kidding. Just hurry up!"
"You're so bossy you know that. Anyways you can take off your blindfold now, we have arrived!"
Canvases. Paints. Paintbrushes. Two easels. Two stools. The room was covered with art supplies and Bokuto couldn't be more than excited.
"How did you know that I paint?"
"That's a secret I'm never going to tell", he grinned looking pleased with the reaction Bokuto gave.
Bokuto spectated the entire room. It had paintings surrounding it. He took a step forward to see the details of the painting - it was quite the view. His eyes then stopped, looking at the signature at the bottom right-hand corner: Keiji Akaashi. His eyes widened and spun to face Akaashi.
"You did this?"
"Sure did. Why do you look so surprised? You do know that you're not the only one that has secrets."
Actually, they both had the same secret just not enough courage to tell each other.
"Cause I am surprised."
"All right come on. We don't have much time before doc realises we're both gone! Let's start painting!"
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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
