Uhm. Listen- this is all @noya-sleftankle ’s fault with POKER FACE series. Istg. I just couldn’t get him off my mind doing his work out videos.. So have a poorly drawn Bokuto Kotaru greeting his followes before training from hell to get BUNS OF STEEL. i will die on this headcanon-hill xD
Uhm. Listen- this is all @noya-sleftankle ’s fault with POKER FACE series. Istg. I just couldn’t get him off my mind doing his work out videos.. So have a poorly drawn Bokuto Kotaru greeting his followes before training from hell to get BUNS OF STEEL. i will die on this headcanon-hill xD
Uhm. Listen- this is all @noya-sleftankle ’s fault with POKER FACE series. Istg. I just couldn’t get him off my mind doing his work out videos.. So have a poorly drawn Bokuto Kotaru greeting his followes before training from hell to get BUNS OF STEEL. i will die on this headcanon-hill xD
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.
“I believe in you. Give ‘em hell!” You grinned patting the ace’s back before he entered the court.
You made your way to the bleacher as you weren’t a manager of the team. But reaching your spot next to Kaori Suzumeda, one of the two managers for the team. From what you heard there could only be one manager in court and Yukie Shirofuku won the rock, paper, scissors.
“Did they show off?” You grinned at the manager.
“Bokuto-kun seems too dazed to even move.”
You turned to see everyone warming up, while their dear captain was staring emptily at the spot you had disappeared from, not that you noticed.
“Isn’t it too soon for his emo mode?” You scrunched your eyebrows as you watched Bokuto get hit by a ball that the coach threw at him but didn’t even flinch.
Akaashi was trying to get Bokuto to do anything since the other team had came in and was warming up. They were all looking at Bokuto who kept tanking all the balls thrown at him, by everyone.
“Bokuto!!” Washio shouted at Bokuto’s ear. The captain flinched but didn’t bother to do anything else.
Akaashi gave up and started looking around the bleachers.
“I think they need you there.” Kaori nudged.
“I’m not the manager here. you go there and tell him to move his ass.”
She pointed at the coach and Akaashi who were trying to get Bokuto to move but to no avail. “If he doesn’t listen to Coach and Akaashi he’ll listen to no one but his mother and you.”
You assume it was you who met Akaashi’s eyes. He signals his hand for you to come down. Some who saw turned their head at you.
“I told you so.”
“I’m not a manager I’m not allowed to go in court.”
Kaori then realized my point and brought out her phone, you saw Yukie bring out hers and went over to the coach and Akaashi.
Not long after Kaori’s phone rang, Yukie had called her.
“They want you to talk to Bokuto.” Kaori said. I shrugged and let out my hand so she could hand me her phone.
“Hello?” You said though you saw Akaashi holding the phone against his ear.
“L/N-san,” Finally the dear captain moved on his own to turn to Akaashi. “could you snap to Bokuto-san out of his daze?”
“Yeah sure I guess? If it works…”
Akaashi puts the phone on speaker and gets it near Bokuto.
“Bokuto Kotaro. What the hell are you doing?” You said firmly.
As if cold water was poured down on him he snapped out of his daze. He looked at the phone in front of him and Akaashi holding it with the coach behind him frowning.
“Y/N-chan.”He called. “Where are you in the bleacher?”
“I’m cheering here at the first row next to Kaori. We’re in front of the banner.”
He turned to see and you waved at him when you met eyes. There are more eyes on you now.
“I’ll win and be the best one in the court, continue cheering for me okay?”
“Of course. I’ll cheer for you and the team.”
“Actually, just this one game. Could you cheer for me only?” He gave a nervous smile.
You blinked confused. “Why?”
“Please?”
“If you play at your best. Then I just might do that.”
He gave his usual huge grin, “Yeah? Then you better cheer for me REALLY loud okay?!” His voice was so loud that you heard him just fine without the phone.
“Okay, now start warming up. Your game is about to start.”
He gave you a smile before turning his back and walking towards the court taking a ball from the ground. He went behind the end line and gave you a glance. He threw the ball on air and hit it with his full power and the ball flew across landing exactly at the corner of the back zone.
Everyone was astonished and you saw the smug look on Bokuto’s face.
“Thank you L/N-san for your help.” Akaashi smiled at your direction before dropping the call.
You handed the phone back to Kaori. And the game began.
Just as you promised Bokuto, you cheered for him as loud as you can. His serves were on point, his spikes would make you suspicious as to why he was only 4th ace of the country, and surprisingly he had saved the ball multiple times which was supposedly Haruki Komi’s job. And his emo mode never came.
So it wasn’t a surprise when the team took both sets in a snap.
A loud cheer erupted from your side, as the players made their way in front of the bleacher to thank the audience. They all cheer and chant the team’s captain’s name.
“Y/N!” Bokuto called from below which kinda shut the audience up. It embarrassed you getting all the attention but the MVP had something to say so we must entertain.
Leaning closer to the rails you gave him a smile, “Congratulations Kotaro.”
“I think I love you!” He shouted.
Your smile faded as a blush replaced it. Laughter from the team and a certain someone beside you was all you heard as you refused to hear the hollers and whoops from the others, even the ones on the other team were now looking at you.
“Where the hell are you getting that from?!” You stammered.
“When you were cheering on me, it was the only conclusion that came to me. I felt like I could take this game alone. And I don’t want to be mean but I didn’t care about the others’ because your voice was the only one reaching me.”
“Why are you telling me that now?!”
“Because! I won a game thinking of you and I’m in to much bliss to care!”
“What are you going to do if I reject you….”
“I would be really sad and cry about it forever.” He said with a smile which really contradicts his answer.
“Win the next game again and I might say yes.” You said with a blush and turning away.
“You’ll cheer for me again?” He had a very hopeful gleam on his eyes it made your heart melt.
“Maybe! Just! Argh! Stop talking!” You screeched covering your face with your hands.
Ps I just want to thank you for supporting all my stories! Ilysm @gayer-than-the-gayest-gay but i’d appreciate it more if you gave me notes… jkjkjkjkjkjk…. unless….
