𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎 - 𝑩𝑶𝑲𝑼𝑨𝑲𝑨

【𝐖𝐇𝐘?】

The shadows cascading over this muscular figure. It felt familiar.
I unlocked the door and swung it open.

The shades of golden that covered his beautiful eyes were no longer as bright as I remembered. His soft hair draped over his eyes, not covering them entirely but just enough for me to see the expression in his face.

Tears?

the delicate complection I so vividly remembered was pale and dreary. Colours of violet and blue lines streamed through his skin like rivers from a cold land. Lips were a dark crimson shade that looked so fragile that one touch would lead them to bleed.
His hair dripped with water and his clothes were soaked through. 'Had it been raining outside?' I thought to myself.

I was in a state of shock, I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing.

"Bokuto?!"

Before I could say another word his towering body fell into my arms.

He was as cold as ice.

I could feel streams of tears running through my shirt and onto my skin.

Closing the door behind me, I helped him towards the bed which was still warm. I was filled with rage and sadness. I didn't understand.

Am I a tool?
After all this time he finally decided to see me?

Being the calm person I always was, it was a strange feeling for me to be so enraged with so much anger.
Still holding onto my shirt, I heard the words "I didn't know what to do" being whispered.

I was always there to comfort Bokuto no matter the situation. After all I was a friend to him.

This time would be different.

I pulled away in a forceful manner, leaving Bokuto looking at my face with a shocked expression.
"Why are you here Bokuto.."

"Was there no one to comfort you anymore? Is this why you have come to me today ?!".

Rage.

My hands shook with anger and my face felt like it had been set on fire. I felt like a kettle ready burst any moment.

"Akaashi why are you so upset? Have I said something? This isn't like you !"
He screamed with tears streaming from his eyes and nose.
His hands reaching out to his face rubbing the tears from his eyes. He held his pale face in his hands and wept.

" I just needed to see your face again."

"I wanted to see if you were doing well Akaashi".

As much as I wanted to scream at Bokuto I didn't understand what was happening.

'Why would he want to see me? Why did he miss me?

He had his girlfriend, I was history to him' I thought to myself as I began to feel trickles of water drip from my eyes.

We were both a mess.
I guess Bokuto's life hasn't been all rays and sunshine after all. He always portrayed himself as a strong guy, So seeing him in this state concerned me greatly.
What had happened in the duration of time we hadn't seen eachother?

Bokuto reached out his hand to caress my face.

My hand rose to slap his pale face, leaving a bright red imprint on his cheek. His eyes shot wide open. My eyes shot wide open in realisation as to what I had just done. My fingers began to tremble as I brought them down towards myself again.

"Get out."

What was I saying?
Was I enraged with so much anger that I couldn't bear to look at his face any longer?

"What? Why?! Stop this Akaashi, I know your upset I understand!".

He doesn't.

He could never compare to the feeling I carried with me for so long.
This anger.
This rage that I had carried since highschool. Because of Bokuto I couldn't move on. And he expects to understand my situation.

"YOU COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND WHAT I WENT THROUGH BOKUTO! SO DONT EVER TELL ME YOU UNDERSTAND!"
I screamed as I tugged onto his soaked shirt.

His large hands reaching towards my chest pressing me against the mattress.
His face just above mine as his tears dropped onto my cheek.

"DONT GIVE ME THAT CRAP AKAASHI!"
His voice bellowing into my ears creating an echo like sound. Bokuto proceeded to cry out.

"you could have reached out to me Akaashi. I waited for months hoping one day I'd wake up to a message from you. Hoping that one day I'd open the door to your face. "

I couldn't take it anymore.
I had hit my limit.
His grip was too strong.

Using all the force I had left I tried to lift his bulky arms off of me but it was no use. He toppled to the side of the bed and layed there right next to me.

Nothing was said.
Nothing was said after that.

We both just cried that night.

At some point we must have drifted off to sleep with tears still streaming into our pillows.
No words were said after that.

Just us and the silent cries that drifted us off to sleep.
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