#bokuto fanfiction

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this isn’t really my favorite of what I’ve written. It’s a little all over the place, but I also kinda love it? 

Hope you enjoy

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To be fair, this whole thing was Bokuto’s fault. He was the one who lied to you and said that Akaashi asked you to wear his jersey to his game. You thought that it may be a little too fast, seeing as he’s never invited you to one of his games. You, of course, went anyways. The thing is, this would be the first time that he actually saw you during the game. Before now you would stay away from his view. But today was going to be different. Bokuto drove you to the game. He forced you into a front row seat. He did all of this. 

The reason that you normally stayed out of sight is because of your previous relationship. You dated a boy who played basketball and he wasn’t too fond of showing you off to others. His opinion was that the two of you should remain a secret, fearing that if his fans found out that he was taken they’d be upset. You weren’t sure how Akaashi felt about these things and that was due to the fact you were terrified he’d be angry with you. It’s safe to say that relationships were a little scary for you. After the previous boy, you said that you would never date again. You didn’t either. You stayed single for three years, avoiding every single boy who came up to you. But when you saw Akaashi, something inside of you turned. You couldn’t really describe it, but something about him made you break from your routine. Every morning you would wake up earlier than usual, preparing a bento box to place in his locket during volleyball practice.
Of course it was Bokuto who caught you. You had snuck into the club room with the bento box tucked carefully underneath your arm. When you went to place it in the locker, Bokuto burst into the room in full emo mode. You stopped and stared at him, your soul leaving your body. You thought that he was going to laugh at you, mock you for being so desperate. However, he just smiled at you. 

“So you’re the one crushing on our setter, huh?” he laughed, nearing you. You shut Akaashi’s locker, stepping away from it as if it would make you look less guilty. Heat took over your face and you could only imagine that you resembled a tomato right then. 

“Y-You won’t tell him right?” you stuttered in a panic, eyes wide with fear, “I just wanted to be nice.” 

“Your secret is safe with me.” 

It wasn’t. He immediately went and told Akaashi.
Thankfully, Bokuto had no idea what your name was. You kind of assumed that the boy sold you out, so you actively avoided the pair. To Akaashi’s dismay, you even stopped making him bento boxes. You couldn’t risk being caught again. 

You kept this up for a month. Your best friend, Yuma, was  understanding of you not eating in the lunchroom, instead eating on the roof with you. Of course, being the hopeless romantics she was, she tried to talk you into just talking to Akaashi, but your shy nature was just too strong. Just imagining him looking down at you, telling you that he didn’t feel the same as you did… it just wasn’t something that you wanted to face. But of course, life wasn’t always so kind to you. 

“Y/N it’s raining,” Yuma said with a frown, pointing out the window at the grey storm clouds, “You’re going to have to face him eventually.” 

“I don’t think you understand,” you whined at your friend, dropping your head onto your desk, “I really can’t. They’re all going to laugh at me.” 

“You don’t know that for sure,” she tried to encourage you, rubbing your back soothingly, “Just give it a shot. If anything happens, I’ll rush us out of there and say that your parents are in the hospital or something.” 

You laughed at your friend, nuzzling your face into your hands, “If anything happens, you owe me two pints of ice cream.” 

“Mint chocolate chip,” she nodded, “Your favorite. I’ll even buy you a new blanket.” 

“The fuzziest?” you asked while looking up to meet her eyes. She chuckled and nodded her head.

“The absolute fuzziest.” 

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You couldn’t breathe whenever you walked into the lunchroom. No one was looking at you, but you swore every conversation being held was about you. The voices were loud, louder than you remember them being before. Every bit of your body was screaming for you to turn and run out of the room, but your friend held onto your hand and led you to your favorite seat. It was your favorite because you could see Akaashi from it, but also kept you nicely hidden from his own view. 

“Is he looking this way?” you asked your friend, your voice shaking slightly. She turned towards the boy, her brows furrowing. 

“He isn’t there?” 

“He isn’t?” you asked in a slight panic. You knew he was in the room, you saw him the second you walked in. He was all you saw when you stepped into the room. You craned your neck, looking at the empty seat beside Bokuto, “Where is he?” 

“Hi Y/N,” a voice spoke from behind you. Chills ran down your spine at the sound of his voice. You had never heard him speak before, but you immediately knew who it was. Not only because of the way your heart began to beat wildly, but also from the panicked look on your best friends face. 

You turned slowly to look at the boy, his face as stoic as always. Bright red blush formed on your cheeks, much like it did when you were caught leaving the bento box in his locker. Words failed you. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out of them. 

“Hi Akaashi,” your friend greeted for you, noticing that you weren’t going to say anything to him. However, his eyes never left your face. He didn’t spare her a single glance, causing you to shrink back slightly. 

“I’m sorry,” he spoke once more, crouching down to your level. You watched him curiously as he continued to speak, “Bokuto shouldn’t have told me.” 

“I-” you choked in a panic, small tears forming in your eyes. Rejection. It was coming.

“Though I’m glad he did,” Akaashi spoke once more. 

Of course he’s glad. Because when he did, you disappeared. That’s how he wanted it. He didn’t want you around. You should’ve just eaten in the rain. You could’ve hidden in the classrooms. Or the library. Or even the restroom. Anywhere but here. 

“Now I know who to thank for the food,” he said, the smallest of smiles forming on his lips. Your heart stopped. It actually stopped. 

“Y-You don’t have to thank me…” 

“I’m going to anyway,” he shrugged before reaching his hand in his pocket and pulling something out. You watched with a confused expression, “A small thank you.” 

He handed you a small box before standing back up and walking back to his seat. 

“What is it?” your friend asked in a panic, trying to snatch the box out of your hands. You moved it from her grasp and opened it, revealing a small necklace with the number 5 on it. 

“The number five?” Yuma asked with furrowed brows. 

A bright smile broke out on your face, tiny happy tears forming in your eyes, “It’s his number.” 

Yuma squealed in glee, but you were too busy looking over at Akaashi. He was looking at you through half-lidded eyes, the small glint of a smile on his face at your reaction to his present. Your cheeks burned as you hooked the necklace around your neck, the smile on your face so wide it almost hurt. 

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“Bokuto, what if he’s angry that I’m here?” you asked carefully, tugging gently on the hem of Akaashi’s jersey. The boy scoffed, clearly amused by your question. 

“He’s going to love it. Trust me.”

Bokuto didn’t stay long. You didn’t expect him to either, seeing that he was on the team. Secretly you wished that Yuma came with you, but she had work today. That didn’t stop you from texting her, telling her about every insecurity that was taking you over at the moment. And since she is literally the epitome of a best friend, she shot down every single one of those insecurities. She was sure he was going to be happy to see you. But she never knew about the anger of your ex. 

When the teams were introduced, you shakily stood to cheer on your boys. You had grown so close to the entire team in the few short months you had been with Akaashi. Bokuto was probably one of your best friends now, even though you never let go of the fact he ratted you out. 

“Akaashi!” Yamato Sarukui yelled to the setter, “Look who’s here!” 

Of course you knew that he was talking about you, so you held the sign in your hand in front of the jersey. When Akaashi saw you, he grinned and did a small wave. But of course, Bokuto had to ruin it. 

“Move the sign!” he yelled, causing the rest of the team to look at him confused. Shyly, you moved the sign to show the jersey. Akaashi stared just as he always did, but something about the look in his eyes made your stomach flip. Bright blush formed on both of your faces, but Akaashi took it a step forward. 

He grinned and blew you a kiss. 

They won that game. 

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“How was your first game?” Akaashi asked you later that night as the both of you were cuddled together on his bed. 

“I’m going to be honest for a second and I don’t want you to get mad, okay?” you spoke shyly, moving to sit up. Akaashi watched your movements with furrowed brows. 

“We won so you aren’t about to say we sucked, right?” 

You chuckled and shook your head, “No that’s not what I was going to say. What I was going to say is that… that wasn’t the first game I saw. I’ve been coming for a while, just staying where you couldn’t see me.” 

“Why?” 

“I didn’t want you to be mad at me for coming without being invited…” 

Akaashi stared at you, a frown on his lips. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you forward to him. You moved to straddle his hips, looking down at him with shy eyes. 

“I want you to be there at every game,” he spoke softly, “I want you standing front row where I can see you. I want you to wear my jersey and I want to hear you cheering me on.” 

“You do?” 

“Of course I do,” he smiled up at you, cradling your face with one hand, the other staying placed on your hip. You melted into his touch, a happy smile on your lips, “Now come here please?”

You didn’t hesitate to lean down, letting your lips intertwine with his. Akaashi was never the most expressive person, so most of his emotion came from this. Because when your lips met his, you could feel everything that he felt for you. He didn’t have to say anything, you knew how he felt. 

But sometimes… sometimes he said it anyways. 

When his lips left your momentarily, he looked into your eyes and spoke your favorite words, “I love you.” 

“I loved you first.” 

“I’ll love you longer,” he teased, his hands threading through your hair. You shook your head stubbornly.

“We will see about that.”

>>————–Mafia A.U.—————— Haikyuu!!

>>————{[play]=«Everybody gets high»-(Missio)

>>————WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, gore, swearing, mental health issues, Tsukki is a sadist, let me know if I forgot anything

>>—————— CHAPTER—> {1}, CHAPTER—> {2}    

CHAPTER—> {1}

                                           ° ° ° >>>>{~*~}<<<< ° ° °

There was blood in the sink.

A deep, rich, oh-so-lovely red, tainting the once clear water with memories of sins so unspeakable; but obviously ones that had to be done, there was the blood in the sink to prove it.

Not only was the blood in the sink, it was all over Tsukishima’s once-white gloves, all over his perfectly pressed jacket, even some on his perfectly shined black and white wingtip shoes.

He grimaced at the coppery smell of blood filling his nose.

Perhaps he had gotten too carried away.

In spite of the mess of red in front of him, he still smiled, glad to be rid of such a nuisance of a man.

While Tsukishima threatened death quite often, he didn’t like to act on those threats very often, but on the occasion when he did, oh, it was such fun. Really, it depended on what they had done to him or to the rest of the group he was leading. Naturally, any harm to come to them from an outsider, they were to be killed immediately, but in the most slow, delicious, and painful way. The man he had just killed was a blackmailer. He chuckled at the thought.

Sure, Tsukishima had commited more crimes than he could count on both his hands, but that also meant power, not vunerability to blackmailers as such. He had started at the bottom like everyone else had, but after staying complacent for a while, he could wait no longer. So he worked. He worked harder than the others, he earned this title, he earned this power. He earned all of this.

Tsukishima snapped back to the present, remembering the blood still staining the marble sink, with its glistening chrome tap, diamonds studding the handles. He frowned. Yes, he was sure he had gotten too carried away in the demise of the blackmailer. He clearly remembered the mans screams, his cried, his sobs, his pitiful pleas and begging for mercy, and couldn’t stop the smile from stretching wider across his usually smooth as stone expressionless face.

Oh, how he loved when they screamed. It was like they were begging him to end it all, either by killing them or simply stopping. And we all know theres no way he would stop simply because they wanted him to. If anything, he would rather have a fresh corpse laying before his feet, bloody, still warm, and much easier to make a mess out of.

Well, to make a bigger mess, having them alive would be better. They would move, squirm, writhe in pain.

“You give me protection from Nekoma and their ally Fukurodani and I’ll keep quiet about her.” Said the blackmailer, pointing to Shimizu. Tsukishima had looked over head lolling lazily to the side to glimpse at the beautiful woman, seeming almost bored. He smiled drily, for she had only coaxed a member, Yamamoto, to give her information about a mission all the five Mafia groups had to persue and Nekoma was the only group who knew what they all had known. The things they had learned and had refused to share with the other Mafia groups. It was their own fault.

What concerned him was how the blackmailer knew about that.

He turned his head back to look at the blackmailer and frowned. He was silent for a long moment, before he opened his mouth.

“You absolute idiot. You’re an idiot, did you know?” His lips curled slightly when he saw the man flush with embarrassment. “The Mafia does not have ‘allies’,” he air quoted for effect “we all work together, as one, all in tandem with each other. We may not always get along, but we don’t war with each other.”

He leaned forward in his leather seat, elbows resting on his knees, long fingers folding together. He stared at the man.

“I am curious about something.” He twirled his fingers, and soon he was handed a glass fun of red wine, not unlike the color of blood. He took a careful sip, then cradled the bowl of the cup in his palm, the handle between his fingers. “Would you care to enlighten me on it?”

The man looked to swallow thickly, eyebrows drawing together in uncertainty. Tsukishima raised an eyebrow. When the man didn’t move to answer he sighed and took out his gun, which was resting on the inside pocket of his blazer, and set it on his lap, and took another sip of wine. The man’s eyes widened in fear at the sight of the heavy weapon.

“Well?” Tsukishima prompted. The man opened his mourh, as if to speak. Tsukishima smirked, delighted at his triumph.

The man glared and shut his mouth, shaking his head in a resolute nod. Tsukishima sighed.

“Nishinoya and Tanaka, come here.” He curled his fingers, beckoning the two forward,

“Yes, sir?” Said Nishinoya lazily, Tanaka smiling in a rather concerning way at the man.

“You know what to do.” He waved them away, looking over to where Suga, Daichi, and Asahi were standing; Suga staring intently at the situation, fiddling with his white gloves, Daichi staring, one hand on his leg, gun in hand while the other was under his chin. Asahi was simply watching, hands clenched into fists.

Then he turned to Hinata and Kageyama. Hinata’s eyes were sparkling, barely able to withhold his excitement. Kageyama wasn’t even paying attention, but rather staring at the glass of wine in his hands, clearly undrunken.

Next his attention was focused on Kiyoko, Ennoishita and Yamaguchi, all standing politely off to the side, simply watching with no signs to show what they were thinking.

The man took a step back, panic evident on his face. Yet Tsukishima sensed hesitation within both Tanaka and Nishinoya. He frowned, then cleared his throat.

“In case you need motivation, he called Kiyoko a slut and tried to hit her.” He noted the way both of them immediately stiffened, and their hands curled into fists, knuckles turning white.

“He fucking what?” Asked Nishinoya. Tsukishima smiled. Yes, yes, this was the kind of rage he wanted to see.

From the corner, he heard Daichi laugh.

In Tanaka’s hands, there was a baseball bat and a manic smile spread across his face. He handed the bat to Noya, then pulled out his own gun, a large revolver. They both looked over their shoulders at Tsukishima, a silent request for permission.

He paused for a few moments before finally replying with,

“Just as long as he stays concious and doesn’t die.” Then he flicked his wrist, and stared as he saw the two slowly circle the man, who didn’t dare to breathe. Nishinoya tapped the back of the man’s skull with the bat.

“Pretty dumb decision of you to make, calling Kiyoko what you did.” He stopped behind the man.

“Yeah” Tanaka agreed, stopping directly in from of the man. He swung the butt of the gun in a wide arc, smiling when it made contact with the man’s face, his head snapping to the side. Not a sound left the mans lips.

Then Nishinoya swung the bat, crashing it into the base of the man’s skull, then before he could recover, held it above his head and swung it down, sending the man sprawling.

Tsukishima smiled as the man was bloodied. He smiled as the man screamed. He smiled as he lay trembling when he waved Nishinoya and Tanaka away. He stood.

“Now, if you refuse to talk, its my turn now.” he raised an eyebrow. No response. “Alright then. You had your chance.”

He stepped forward.

When he stepped away, his fingers were stained with blood.

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