(I had no right doing this ship so dirty. But I did, ha. So tw- physical abuse, daddy issues, accusations. If you do this rp let me know your triggers/boundaries so we know how far to go/in what detail)
They had a healthy relationship. Bokuto would go as far as to say a happy relationship. They've been together since high school and the moment they graduated they had their futures planned. Moving in together was an easy job and everything ran smoothly. The arguments that occurred was handled calmly and maturely. It was your average healthy couple.
Yet recently Bokuto started doubting that.
Trust was never the question. It was the difference in behavior. The random outings and excuses. Akaashi would constantly be checking his phone when they were together or excusing himself for a call. Leaving the apartment to help Kenma with something.
Kenma. It was always Kenma. Bokuto wasn't assuming anything. But visits to Kenma were much more frequent and he would gain more glimpses of Akaashi's notifications to see messages from Kenma.
He never read them. Come on, he wasn't that bad.
But things started to feel off and the reasons only piled up.
And all he needed was that one more to break.
It was early in the day, a weekend, and Bokuto was debating if he really needed to get out of bed. Akaashi had already left the warmth of their bed, going to shower as apparently he had errands to run.
A few minutes more of debating and then Akaashi had gotten out of the bathroom. He wasn't surprised to see his lover checking his phone, the robe he wore slipping ever so slightly as he grabbed the clothes he had forgotten and returned to the bathroom.
Bokuto didn't say anything at that moment, eyes narrowed as what he saw sunk in. For the moment Akaashi had his back turned towards Bokuto, the split second his robe dropped lower he saw it. Right on his upper back and it froze any kind of debate Bokuto had.
It was a hickey. A hickey he was certain he didn't leave.
Bokuto silently got out of the bed, his mind buzzing and yet completely blank as he slowly changed. He stood in the closet for a few minutes after, glaring at the floor. What was he supposed to do? Obviously, he needed to confront Akaashi. But what did this exactly mean? Had he not been enough? How long? Why didn't he ever say anything?
He swallowed, shaking it off before leaving. The bathroom was empty so he went out of the bedroom in search of Akaashi.
Finding him at the door, slipping his shoes on and keys in hand. He was already changed and the mark Bokuto saw earlier was covered with his button up.
Akaashi glanced up and offered a small smile as he held out the keys. "Bokuto-san, I'm about to go out now. Is there anything-?"
"Keiji we need to talk."
The words were blunt and had a slight bite in them but it didn't seem Akaashi caught on, pausing and checking the clock before slowly nodding.
"Yeah, sure. What is it?" Akaashi slipped off his shoes and pocketed the keys, stepping into the hallway as Bokuto leaned against the couch, gripping against it.
"You've been going out a lot lately..." Bokuto started slow, suddenly hesitating. This wasn't something he could avoid.
"I've been everywhere. I'm just getting some work done."
"Your work tends to bring you home at such late times. And you're suddenly so invested in your phone now."
Akaashi managed to catch on to the interrogation he was being put under. So he picked his words carefully. "I usually lose track of time. You know I'm normally just checking for Kenma."
