"akaashi! did you see how i played? i'm cool, right?" the buff senior comes to him. how can he even get that buff when he's only like, eighteen? "bokuto-san," akaashi frowns when he was met with another bright, wide smile. "akaashi." bokuto calls akaashi just like he did.

"so? am i awesome or what?" bokuto asks, obviously asking it as a joke. "yes. you were amazing." the smaller didn't hesitate to answer. "i-i mean, you play good." the other laughs at the younger's cuteness. "you're quite cute, akaashi." the younger blinks for a few times before walking away in a hurry.

-

for the past few days, all akaashi can hear is his name being called by bokuto kotaro. "akaashi!" the second year feels a heavy body on him, "bokuto-san. shouldn't you be inside?" akaashi says, pointing at bokuto's classroom. "akaashi," the other calls, "when can i see you smile?"

the younger who started walking, stops in his tracks. "you should go back." he says before walking to the stairs. "akaashi." bokuto says to himself.

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akaashi sees the loud, always smiling senior who always calls him, with two others that seem to be students from nekoma high. before the black haired boy can walk to the opposite direction of the street, he already hears someone call for him. "akaashi!" akaashi curses to himself. "bokuto-san. hello." the second year bows at the three people before him.

"i'm kuroo tetsuro." the tall boy who has a crazier hairstyle than bokuto introduces himself. "i'm kozume kenma." the shorter boy who has dyed blonde hair introduces himself next. "akaashi keiji, i'm from fukurodani academy."

"akaashi, do you wanna hang out with us?" kuroo invites akaashi and before he can answer, bokuto talks, "what do you mean hang out? aren't you guys on your way home? go on, leave me with akaashi. go." bokuto looks at kuroo, begging that he can notice the sign.

"oh right, yeah kenma, let's go." kuroo drags the blonde boy away from the two. and now, akaashi keiji is alone with bokuto kotaro. "so," before bokuto could continue, the other starts walking away. "akaashi!" the black haired boy hears the buff senior whine and call for his name a lot of times.

"let me walk home with you." the older clings onto akaashi. "bokuto-san, you're like a child clinging to his mom." he glances at the guy who's holding his arm. "i just want to be your friend." bokuto whines more.

"go home, bokuto-san." akaashi says, but he doesn't take his arm back from the taller. "lead the way, akaashi! i'll walk you home." the younger stops walking, "i'm not a girl, bokuto-san. i can walk myself home." bokuto rests his head on akaashi's shoulder.

"you're nice to be with. you're warm. and you smell good." akaashi turns his head to the side, but turns away immediately when he sees their faces too close together. "you smell good yourself, bokuto-san." akaashi gulps, glancing at the other but looking away quickly.

bokuto giggles and continues walking, "let's go, akaashi." akaashi, again sees that wide smile that he hates so much. but does he?