#Happy Akaboku day!

[mari-writes]

❤️

For Bokuto and Akaashi's first Valentine’s Day together, it’s surprisingly Akaashi who goes all-out with the stereotypical gifts and traditions. 

He buys Bokuto a large bouquet of red roses, makes a homemade greeting card complete with an original love poem that he wrote, and even attempts to bake a batch of homemade chocolates (those are the least successful, but Bokuto will probably eat them anyway).

They meet up at the train station near Bokuto’s university. The older boy’s face splits into a delighted grin when he sees the flowers.

“Wow! Thanks!” Their fingers brush as he accepts the bouquet. “I didn’t think you’d like any of this super romantic sort of stuff!”

Akaashi blushes hotly. “Well, I don’t,” he admits. “But I know that you do, so…”

Bokuto brings him in for a close hug and a peck on the cheek. “And I barely did anything because I know that you don’t!” He laughs. “What a pair we are. Eh, Akaashi?”

Akaashi chuckles. “Yes, I suppose we are.”

They walk slowly back to Bokuto’s dorm, where Akaashi quickly presents his boyfriend with his other gifts.

“You’re really showing me up here!” Bokuto says, mouth already full of candy. His eyes shimmer with something like wonder as he reads his personalized valentine card for the umpteenth time.

Akaashi rolls his eyes. “It’s not a competition, Bokuto-san.”

“I know that!” Bokuto leans across the couch to retrieve something from his gym bag. “But I mean… compared to all of this, my present really isn’t much…”

Akaashi spots the gift and his heart immediately starts racing.

It’s a box. A small, black, velvet box with silver hinges. It’s the type of box that can only hold one very specific thing.

Akaashi feels his jaw drop. He and Bokuto have only been together for six months! They’re still so young! It couldn’t be—

It’s a ring. A simple, silver ring with a wavy golden design carved through the middle. Akaashi notices the color is a very similar shade to his boyfriend’s eyes. “Bo-Bokuto-san, I…”

“It’s just a promise ring!” Bokuto exclaims, waving his arms around frantically. “I’m not—I’m not asking you to marry me or anything! I mean, not yet… I know that’ll come eventually, but…”

Akaashi chokes on nothing as Bokuto just keeps rambling.

“… it’s just a symbol! Yeah, like, a symbol of our… umm, love?” He raises his right hand swiftly to show off a matching ring. This one has a blue-green design—Akaashi’s eyes.

“Bokuto-san, y-you definitely got me the most romantic gift.” Akaashi is embarrassed at how fast he’s tearing up. “And you said it was ‘barely anything?’ R-ridiculous!” He hurriedly takes out the ring and slips it on.

Bokuto chuckles and grabs his hand. Their fingers intertwine, the two silver bands touching briefly. Akaashi takes a deep breath, momentarily overwhelmed, and Bokuto patiently waits for him to recover.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Keiji,” Bokuto says, and Akaashi feels like he’s floating.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Koutarou.”

// This story was first written in 2021. The original was riddled with errors, so I decided to repost. I wanted to expand it and upload it to A03… but I ran out of steam. It’s been a really rough week. Still, I hope you enjoyed this little thing. Please comment and share if you did! 

#bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #akaboku #bkak #my writing #drabble #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfiction #happy valentine's day

[owlyflufff]

it’s akaboku day *gently holds*

#where's bokuakaaaaaa #I miss them TAT #manifesting we get a trailer for the movies soon cause I miss bokuaka dearly :'DD #thinking of how akaashi has always looked out for bokuto throughout the years #thinking of how he still does so in the timeskip #'my bokuto-san is the best' OTL #he loves him so much m gonna cry #akaboku #bokuaka #happy akaboku day <33!

[sliceofsugoii]

omg!!! i love to see your art on twitter and i first i thought someone was posting your art here but then i realized it’s really you!!! i’m really glad you have a tumblr, i like it a lot better than twitter haha. happy i get to reblog your bokuakas!! i wish more people knew about your account though! even though it’s smaller, there is still a decent haikyuu community on here

😭😭😭😭😭 u got no idea how much yr DM makes me happy my dear it really did brighten my day 😭😭😭😭 thanks for the support, i feel more powerful now!!!!!! ah and mine are akaboku not bokuaka, im a little rigid when it comes to couple tagging really am sorry, but once again thanks for all the warm words!!!!!!!!!!

[perevision]

Happy AkaBoku Day! Enjoy these studies of our favourite owl being proud of his husband (and their adopted baby crow). 

#akaboku day #4月5日 #bokuaka #my work #haikyuu!! #pretty setter squad #あかぼくの日

[orangiah]

every day is bokuaka day but today is 4/5 which is super bokuaka day

#haikyuu!! #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #bokuaka #my art #my fanart #my post #i made a thing #koutarou bokuto #keiji akaashi #this is actually an old wip from last year but i finally finished it #happy bokuaka day!! #the most important holiday of the year other than akaboku day & their birthdays #2.5k

[thatsitso]

Happy Akaboku aka Bokuaka day 💁💁💁

And for this occasion I present you Bokuto and Akaashi laughing and just being happy, to brighten your tl 😔💛

#bokuaka #is #life #akaboku day #bokuaka day #akaboku #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu!! #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #bokuto #akaashi #bokuto x akaashi #5.4 #drawing #ibis paint x #digital

[kurikake]

happy belated akaboku day!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fan art #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #bokuaka #bokuto x akaashi #art #drawing #digital art #digital drawing #hq fanart

[peculiarmindset]

Haikyuu Fart Headcanons 2

These are my headcanons regarding the Haikyuu pairings I like the most and will (probably) write full fics about in the future ;)

IwaOi Iwaizumi Hajime: Iwaizumi's farts are deep and bassy. Like, they have a low, heavy sound to them and most of the time, they're mostly just hot air so there's not much of a smell either. He doesn't really care whether someone hears him fart but he does have the polite sense to hold it in or to excuse himself to the restroom before he'll let it out. He thinks it's rude and in poor taste when someone farts just to show off, not caring for the others around them (hence why he always scolds and kicks his boyfriend in the head for always farting where they're in public cause he knows the other does it on purpose). But if he's in his own house, then he'll have no hesitation to push out a good one. And he hates to admit it but sometimes he'll let out a fart just so he can hear Oikawa's laughter (because his boyfriend is a little boy at heart and always laughs at fart sounds).

Oikawa Tooru: Oikawa's farts are very loud and proud. And they smell horrible too. Oikawa has no shame with letting out his farts whatsoever. Whether he's in public surrounded by his friends or strangers, he'll literally lift his buttcheek and push out one of his nuclear farts. And usually it gets him either laughs or slaps from those around him. The only times he won't fart is during class or in front of a girl. Oikawa thinks farts are funny so when he was young, he taught himself how to fart on command. So with this skill, he can make his farts sound like a bomb explosion or bring them out slowly so it goes on forever. And like the little shit he is, Oikawa has done a great number of dutch ovens, face farts on unsuspecting victims, and pull-my-fingers.

DaiSuga Sawamura Daichi: Sawamura farts are like Iwaizumi's actually. Very deep and with a command-like sound. But Sawamura's farts stink. Like they really 'reek to the high heavens stink'. He's very shy about his farts and always blushes when one manages to escape his tight hold. But what he isn't aware of is that when he holds his farts in all day, once he's asleep, that's when all his gas chooses to comes out. Sugawara always giggles and hasn't decided whether he should tell his boyfriend about his weird sleeping habit of snore-farting. It's like when his snores alternate between his farts- like, snore-fart-snore-fart. It's really very interesting but Sawamura would die of humiliation if he knew. Hence why Sugawara decided to keep this secret to himself. For now.

Sugawara Koushi: Sugawara laughs at any farts like a little boy- whether it's his own farts or someone else's. Like when there's a sound of a fart going off, he'll always giggle afterwards. Which is how he always gets caught whenever he lets out his own gas because even if he had let out a quiet one, he's always laughing afterwards. The sound of his farts vary, but there is always a stench that gets left behind. Like Oikawa, Suga isn't embarrassed at all by his farting. And he can be a playful little shit as well- Sawamura, his boyfriend, has to put up with Suga's farts while they're watching tv at home or whenever he wakes up with the bedcover over his head and that familiar rotten-egg smell is suffocating him or even when they're making out and Suga lets out a loud, deep fart on his lap. But Suga knows how much his boyfriend loves him even with his antics, so that's why he's confident to keep farting as freely as he does.

AkaBoku Akaashi Keiji: Akaashi couldn't care less one way or another about farting. If you need to let one out, then do it. His farts are the more normal out of the bunch, more on the light and airy side with a distant, not really noticeable smell to them. His boyfriend, Bokuto, farts all the time like a trumpet going off at numerous intervals in the day and all Akaashi has to say about it is, "Make sure to crack open a window and take your stomach meds, okay?" Really, Akaashi is Switzerland- really neutral on the subject of gas expulsion and doesn't even know why people make such a fuss about it. Like, who cares if you farted- why are you so embarrassed by it? Or, I really couldn't care less if you farted for a full five minutes, Bokuto, let's just head out for dinner already. His boyfriend, Bokuto is not happy about Akaashi's nonchalant attitude towards farting at all. Like, he once got his boyfriend to join him in a fart contest, but Akaashi's farts were so disappointing that it just wasn't any fun at all!

Bokuto Koutarou: Bokuto is very competitive with his farts. He claims to have the biggest, loudest and smelliest farts in the world! And his farts really are that bad...really bad. He's actually been in numerous farting contests with his friends, classmates and teammates before, and he's only ever lost just a handful of times. His worst loss was the time he had actually suffered through a very bad case of diarrhea the day before the contest, and even though he was warned by his boyfriend to decline the challenge, Bokuto still joined it anyway. And he lost badly to Nekoma's Kuroo and Lev, and Karasuno's Hinata and (against the blond's will) Tsukishima. He took his loss in stride though and promised to better himself in the future.

*What I want to see the most is a fart contest between Oikawa, Sugawara and Bokuto ;)

#Haikyuu #Farting #Headcanons #Oikawa #Iwaizumi #Sawamura #Sugawara #Akaashi #Bokuto

[kythen]

Would you write a KuroDai fic with this dialogue as prompt? "Hey remember when I said it was 'just a crush' and that I would 'literally never fall so low'?" "Yeah?" "I was wrong. I'm entirely screwed. Help me, please." It's probably basic pining KuroDai but when isn't that good, hmm? (人˘ ³˘)♥ (don't feel forced though! ♥ I just really love your writing~) I hope you'll have a nice day ~

It’s been months since I received this ask… Anon, I hope you’re still out there somewhere…

the second our eyes met (baby i was yours)

kurodai (and akaboku). 2426words. dance au. ao3 link

When Sawamura Daichi walks through the door, Kuroo doesn’t stand a chance, even if he doesn’t know it, not yet.

His eyes linger then shift away as Sawamura glances his way, returning back to Sawamura as soon as he crosses the room.

“Who’s that?” Kuroo asks Bokuto out of the corner of his mouth, nudging him with an elbow to get his attention.

“What?” Bokuto follows the line of Kuroo’s gaze to Sawamura, who is now talking to Suga with a comfortable familiarity which must mean that he knows him, and his mouth forms a small ‘o’ of recognition. “That’s Sawamura. He joined us last week when you were down with that cold.”

“Huh,” Kuroo says and doesn’t comment further.

His eyes don’t leave Sawamura either, his gaze flitting down the length of his body, taking in all of him from his hair (black, plain) to the build of his body (strong, fit, holds his weight nicely, slanted away from Kuroo as he turns to draw Asahi into their conversation) to his feet (clad in a pair of worn Nikes, nice design if not a bit too simple for Kuroo’s tastes). It takes all of one second for Kuroo to process all of this and look away. But as he turns his eyes away from Sawamura, Sawamura shifts and their gazes align momentarily, fleetingly. Sawamura sizes Kuroo up the same way, taking exactly one second before he tosses a smile Kuroo’s way and turns back to Suga and Asahi.

It startles Kuroo, who hadn’t even had the time to break out into his friendliest smile—the one that made strangers want to punch him a bit just because, Bokuto had once said. He had probably just been caught staring like the gormless fool he rarely was.

“Huh,” Kuroo says again, raising a hand to his chest and pressing it against his startled heart.

—

Sawamura can dance, keeping up just as easily as anyone else in class as the instructor runs through the routine at a breakneck speed, confident in their ability to catch on. It is an advanced class after all and they are regulars, all familiar faces Kuroo has seen pop in some time or the other. Sawamura is the only new face he has seen in a while and the way he moves makes Kuroo think that he has danced before, been dancing all his life perhaps.

He is friendly too, chatting with any other student that drifts into his vicinity with a natural ease that makes Kuroo slightly envious. People tend to be wary around Kuroo before they get to know him—and even after, sometimes—and he knows it’s because of the way he looks and comes off, but at the age of twenty-five he finds that he doesn’t really care. Life is too short and too interesting to be constantly giving a damn about what other people think of him.

Bokuto didn’t mind, jumping straight into Kuroo’s life as easily as he did into just about anyone else’s lives. It’s Bokuto who drags Kuroo over to Sawamura now, waving an arm to catch his attention as they near him. They are packing up and Sawamura settles his bag on his shoulder, greeting Bokuto with a smile before turning his attention towards Kuroo.

“Hey hey, Sawamura, you haven’t met Kuroo yet, have you?” Bokuto says by way of greeting.

“No, I don’t think I have,” Sawamura says and his voice is nice, low and mellow. “I’m Sawamura Daichi.”

He offers a hand to Kuroo who takes it automatically and gets a firm handshake in return. “Kuroo Tetsurou,” Kuroo says, finally getting a chance to use the smile he hadn’t been able to use earlier.

“He was sick last week so he wasn’t here,” Bokuto tells Sawamura, “but he’s here like all the time usually.”

“Bokuto said you were new here,” Kuroo says.

“I just started last week,” Sawamura says.

“And how are you finding it here?” Kuroo asks, keeping his friendly smile on, trying not to let it slip into his usual smirk.

“I like it.” Sawamura shrugs. “Suga and Asahi have been coming here for ages and they’ve been telling me to get back into dancing and I guess I finally managed to find the time to do so.”

“So you haven’t been doing this often?” Kuroo asks, raising an eyebrow inwardly.

“Not recently, no,” Sawamura says sheepishly. “So if you catch me lagging behind or messing up, show some mercy.”

“You’re doing fine. I didn’t notice a thing,” Kuroo assures him. “And if I do, I’ll make sure to keep it for blackmail. Mercy is for the rich.”

Sawamura laughs and it is a warm sound, rich with genuine mirth. “I’m going to have to do my best from here on then.”

“Daichi!” Suga’s voice comes through the door. “We’re ready to go!”

“See you next week.” Sawamura offers him a quick smile before he heads for the door.

“See you,” Kuroo echoes, his hand coming up in a little wave that Sawamura doesn’t see with his back turned to him.

—

The next week, Kuroo watches Sawamura during class—to keep his promise on the blackmail thing, he tells himself as he finds his gaze drifting towards Sawamura again. Despite everything Sawamura said, he is good, although Kuroo can see where he falters around the edges, his eyes sweeping around to see how his classmates move before he tries it out himself half a beat behind the rest. But he is a fast learner and he moves his body with a tight control once he gets it going, which speaks of years of training.

He is mesmerising and it doesn’t hurt that he is easy on the eyes, his face set in a fierce determination that brings out the strength of his features. When Kuroo’s eyes wander, he finds that he appreciates the curves that stand out against his clothes, pulled tight against his body, outlining the slight arch of his hips and leading down into sturdy thighs.

By the time they’re done for the day, Kuroo learns three things:

The third quarter of the routine for this particular song

Sawamura Daichi is a very attractive man

And Kuroo is very, very interested

“You’ve been staring so much, Kuroo. Just how much are you planning to extort from Sawamura?” a voice chimes by his ear.

“Huh, what?” Kuroo turns to Bokuto, distracted.

Bokuto shakes his head. “I always knew you would turn to a life of crime but blackmail is just beneath you.”

“Oh, that.”

“What else would it be?” Bokuto questions Kuroo and when he doesn’t get a reply from him, he turns to Akaashi next to him.

Akaashi glances at Kuroo then at Sawamura across the room, connected by the line of Kuroo’s stare. “He likes him.”

“He likes who?” Bokuto asks, mimicking Akaashi’s actions and trying to see as he sees. “Ohh. But he’s only seen him like twice?”

“It’s infatuation,” Akaashi informs Bokuto. “Kuroo likes what he sees and what he sees is Sawamura.”

“Like a crush?” Bokuto scrunches up his nose.

“Okay, don’t think I’m not listening to the both of you gossip about me just because I’m distracted,” Kuroo finally turns to the conversation at hand.

“Welcome back,” Akaashi says dryly. “Do you have anything to say in your defence?”

“Not really,” Kuroo admits with a shrug. “Sawamura’s really nice to look at and I have a pair of eyes. It’s a pretty logical course of action.”

“The next logical course of action would be to ask him out,” Akaashi says helpfully.

Kuroo scoffs, waving a hand at the both of them. “It’s just a crush, or an infatuation as you so kindly put it. I would literally never fall so low.”

“Okay, okay, wow, I’m offended for Akaashi and me and just about every couple out there.” Bokuto frowns at Kuroo, reaching out for Akaashi’s hand.

Kuroo raises his hands in mock surrender. “No offence, Bo, but it’s just that I don’t see how this, any of this is going to develop into anything more. I’ve only seen him twice.” Kuroo raises an eyebrow meaningfully as he parrots Bokuto’s earlier words.

“You’re going to see him so much more. He’s paid for a month’s worth of sessions,” Akaashi tells him.

“And love sneaks up on you when you least expect it,” Bokuto says seriously, gesturing at Kuroo with Akaashi’s hand. “When you fall hard and fast for Sawamura, I’m going to make you eat your words, Mr Super Single.”

—

Kuroo’s downfall, as Bokuto predicted, comes swiftly and it all starts with couple dances.

He doesn’t know how it happened but what they had learnt individually and were supposed to perform in groups had somehow ended up as an outbreak of spontaneous couple dances across the room after Bokuto dragged Akaashi out after practice was over and hit the music. The thing about Bokuto is that while he isn’t the best at following instructions to a T, he is fantastic at improvisation. Kuroo sees this firsthand as Bokuto switches up parts of the choreography to fit himself into Akaashi’s space, his hands bracketing Akaashi’s hips and accentuating his movements.

It looks good, they look good together, stepping in and out of beat with the music as Bokuto experiments with the choreography and Akaashi follows his lead, sliding a careful hand across his forearm. Bokuto beams at him and Akaashi smiles back widely, not the careful, measured smiles he gives to everyone else. They look happy together and it is infectious.

The next moment, Kuroo sees Hanamaki grab Matsukawa with a competitive look in their eyes, and Oikawa pull Iwaizumi out of his conversation with Sawamura, determined to get out there. Suga snags Asahi and then Kuroo realises that it is only Sawamura and him left in a room full of dancing pairs.

Kuroo’s head and feet feel unusually light as he drifts over to Sawamura’s side, grinning widely as he holds out a hand to him. Sawamura doesn’t take it immediately, his lips quirked up in a half-smile as he says, “So how much blackmail have you collected on me already?”

“Enough to live comfortably off it for the rest of my natural life,” Kuroo tells him.

Sawamura crosses his arms. “Then I’m not giving you any more material to use against me.”

“I’ll disregard it this one time,” Kuroo says magnanimously, keeping his hand raised and palm upturned towards Sawamura.

Sawamura glances down at his offered hand, hesitating before he admits, “I’m really rusty.”

“That’s not the point.” Kuroo reaches out to settle a hand over Sawamura’s forearm, pulling it away from his chest. “The point, as so well demonstrated by that demon couple over there, is to have fun. Let loose. Classes are over for the day, and don’t tell the other students this, but they don’t lock up the studio until late so we can do whatever we want until they chase us out.”

Sawamura still looks hesitant but he doesn’t shake off Kuroo’s hand as Kuroo pulls him to an empty spot near the mirrored walls, safely away from the spontaneous dance-off Tanaka and Nishinoya have started in the middle of the room. The song they had been dancing to still plays in the air and Kuroo eases into it, raising his eyebrows pointedly at Sawamura when he doesn’t move with him.

“Think of it as extra practice,” Kuroo encourages him. “The last class for this routine is next week and they usually film the performances then. You’re gonna want to shake off that rust before then, aren’t you?”

That seems to convince Sawamura and his shoulders drop, his face going thoughtful for a second before he slips into step with Kuroo. He is determined as usual, moving just as was demonstrated by the instructor, and Kuroo grins at him in the mirror. Sawamura goes right and Kuroo goes left, going right when Sawamura goes left, dancing like an exact mirror copy of him. He takes a step back so he doesn’t collide with Sawamura, his chest brushing against Sawamura’s back as they move to the same spot.

It isn’t anything like Bokuto and Akaashi’s perfect synergy but Kuroo thinks it’s close enough for the pair of them who have barely seen each other more than three or four times. It’s potential, a whispering of “what if” as Kuroo gazes past Sawamura’s shoulder at himself in the mirror and at Sawamura in the mirror, matching grins in their reflected faces.

They look good like this together, Kuroo realises as the song comes to an end and Sawamura steps away from him, his face flushed and pleased. Kuroo’s heart stutters, not from exertion, but surprise as he realises, oh, maybe, just maybe he could ask Sawamura out for real and maybe Sawamura would say yes and they would get somewhere from there, not now, not immediately, but eventually. All Kuroo has to do is take Akaashi’s advice and follow the next logical course of action.

The door to the room slams open—a clear sign for them to scatter—and Kuroo darts for his bag and his things strewn out around it as Sawamura does the same on the other side of the room. The rest of the students file out of the door in bits and pieces, the lights shutting off and the speakers being disconnected and shoved into someone’s bag.

“See you next week,” Sawamura mouths at Kuroo before he ducks out of the door with Suga and Asahi.

“See you,” Kuroo mouths back, raising his hand in a little wave again, even though Sawamura has already disappeared out the door.

The last ones to leave are Bokuto, Akaashi, and him, the both of them hand in hand and Kuroo deep in thought.

“Tired?” Bokuto asks Kuroo as they meander through a maze of corridors before finally emerging into the street.

Kuroo makes an ambiguous noise, still trying to hold on to that faint, floating feeling that had emerged when he had been dancing with Sawamura and then that deeper sense of realisation, that oh moment when he had broken away from Sawamura, looked into his eyes, and thought that he didn’t want it to end.

He wants to do that with Sawamura again.

He’s going to do it.

“Hey,” Kuroo says carefully, catching Bokuto’s attention. “Remember when I said it was ‘just a crush’ and that I would ‘literally never fall so low’?”

“Yeah?”

Kuroo takes a deep breath. “I was wrong. I’m entirely screwed. Help me, please.”

#kurodai #haikyuu!! #kuroo tetsurou #sawamura daichi #my writing #replies #anon

[mari-writes]

❤️

“Hey Keiji, am I the ‘trophy husband,’ or are you?”

Akaashi freezes and looks up from the rice he’d been preparing, eyebrows shooting to his hairline. Bokuto is sitting on the kitchen counter, casually munching on Wasabeef chips, as if he hadn’t just asked the most ridiculous question in the history of their relationship.

“Excuse me?”

Bokuto shrugs, proceeding to talk with his mouth full. “Some people on Kenma’s livestream last night called Kuroo his ’trophy husband,’” he says between bites. “And it got me thinking!”

Akaashi mentally facepalms. Of course Kuroo is involved in this somehow.

“It got me thinking—am I your trophy husband? Or are you mine?”

Akaashi takes a deep breath. Closes his eyes. Exhales, turning back to their dinner.

“I don’t even know how to respond to that, Koutarou.” He knows he sounds exasperated, even a bit condescending, but who can blame him at this point?

They’d been together for almost a decade, but Akaashi is still flabbergasted at the subjects his partner brings up on a total whim.

“I mean, being a ‘trophy’ means you have to be super attractive, right? That’s what Kuroo said anyway. They have to be pretty! Like, way beyond us mere mortals . That’s totally you!”

Akaashi tries and fails to push down his blush. He clears his throat. “I don’t know about that.”

Bokuto giggles. “You know it’s true.”

But Akaashi doesn’t. In fact, what he knows is the complete opposite. It’s Bokuto who shines above everyone else. Bokuto, a star, the most beautiful and attractive human being Akaashi had ever had the pleasure of perceiving, full of brilliant smiles, warm words and big hugs.

If there was ever a “trophy” in human form, it was Bokuto Koutarou.

“A-anyway, I’m not y-your husband,” Akaashi stutters, continuing to stir the rice. “We’re not actually married.”

“We… we would be, by now, if we could,” Bokuto says. His voice is small. Weak. 

Akaashi catches his eye. They share a brief, sad moment, the unjust treatment of their love suddenly in stark focus.

“I know, Koutarou.”

Bokuto jumps off the counter, moving behind Akaashi and sliding his arms around his middle. He tucks his chin over Akaashi’s shoulder. The tension in Akaashi’s body vanishes.

“Well, maybe we’re both the trophy husband,” Bokuto says, his breath hitting Akaashi’s ear, making him shiver slightly.

“Maybe.”

“But it doesn’t matter anyway!” Bokuto stretches out his arm, shoving his left hand in Akaashi’s view. “Because this ring is my most precious trophy!”

The silver ring glints under the kitchen’s yellowing pot lights. Akaashi smiles, shaking his head. 

“You literally have an Olympic bronze medal, Kou.”

Bokuto scoffs. “Who cares? Anyone could get that.”

“That is so inaccurate, I don’t even know where to begin…”

“But not everyone is as lucky as I am, to be with someone as amazing as you, Keiji!”

For the second time that night, Akaashi freezes. He feels his mouth fall open and his heart clench almost painfully.

Sometimes it seems unreal that this man, whom Akaashi has been completely enamored with from first glance, loves him so much.

It still doesn’t seem possible. 

Slowly, he reaches to turn down the stove, tossing away his spatula. He turns in Bokuto’s hold, slinking his arms up to wrap around the other man’s neck. 

Bokuto’s crooked grin is so charming. Akaashi leans forward and kisses it, relishing in how his partner’s lips melt into his immediately. He deepens the kiss, breathing in the man’s distinct pine and sandalwood scent.

When they part a minute later, Akaashi burrows his nose into Bokuto’s neck. Bokuto’s palm is moving up and down his spine in comforting strokes. 

It’s silent, calm. Only the sound of their breathing and the hum of the refrigerator can be heard. 

And then—

“Oh! Today’s Valentine’s Day, Keiji!”

“Hmm?” Akaashi blinks, glancing up to where Bokuto it pointing at their novelty owl calendar. 

He’s right. It’s February 14th. Akaashi isn’t sure how he missed it.

“Oh, I suppose it is.”

When he looks back at Bokuto, the man is grinning again. “I didn’t get you any gifts,” he says simply.

Akaashi smiles back. “Me neither.”

Bokuto chuckles, leaning close. “That’s okay! I don’t need gifts. I’ve got my trophy right here...”

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Happy Valentines Day! ❤️❤️❤️ I feel like after a while these two don’t really care about the holiday, because they are blissfully in love every day lol. Please, if you enjoyed this, comment and share! It really helps me out. 

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[owlyflufff]

One way or another, Bokuto eventually learns about Akaashi's constant use of the word "star" towards him and how it has singlehandedly been the first and only thing that popped up in his mind when Akaashi first encountered Bokuto.

The only question is: how did Bokuto figure it out?

Well, Akaashi can remember it so clearly. And he could never forget it either. Karasuno had already departed from the summer training camp, leaving Nekoma and Fukurodani. Fukurodani's bus was to depart the next day early morning so it was no surprise Akaashi found Bokuto outside in the dead of night.

Looking up at the stars.

Akaashi found Bokuto sitting in the same small hill next to one of the gyms. Not even a second passed and Bokuto had let him sit down beside him. From there it simmered down to idle chatter, small banter and inside jokes that only the two of them understood.

It made Akaashi's heart warm at every little vibration in Bokuto's laugh.

"Hey Akaashi, you like the stars don't you?" The question cut through the silence of the night, the wind carrying its weight over to Akaashi.

"Ah, I suppose I do." Akaashi trails off, his head turns ever so slightly to catch sight of Bokuto.

"That's cool! I bet you can name all those constellations right?"

It takes a few seconds for Akaashi to process anything Bokuto has said before looking back up. "Not really, as much as I love astrology and the likes, I don't really have the time to look at constellations."

Bokuto looks at him aloof and Akaashi swears deep inside it's the purest thing alive. "Oh? Hmm then, what's your favorite star Akaashi?"

Huh.

"I'm sorry Bokuto-san, could you repeat that?"

"What's your favorite star?!" Bokuto faces Akaashi and for a moment. For a short moment. Their faces were just a distance from each other. Akaashi retracts, face flushed.

"I...I'm sorry Bokuto-san, I don't really have an answer for that yet." Akaashi says, tilting his head downwards with the weight of disapppoinment. All that greets him is the patch of grass beneath them both.

"That's alright Akaashi! Mine would be, the Big Dipper!"

"Because it's the most iconic one?"

"What?! No, of course not Akaashi. I know a lot more constellations than just the Big Dipper!"

Akaashi tilts his head upwards with a small smile. Filled to the brim with amusement.

"Oh? Why don't you point some out?"

"You're on Akaashi! See over there that's uhhh the Leviticus star! And over there I think it's the..." None of the names nor constellations Bokuto had pointed out were actually true, Akaashi was no fool to know that. Yet, he let those bizarre names pass him by. Especially when it comes to Bokuto Koutarou.

A few years passed and Keiji finds himself in the warm embrace of one Koutarou Bokuto. His husband. They're outside on the balcony of their apartment, looking at the same old stars that had been there since their highschool days.

As they're making jokes and chatting about how tiresome their work has been, Keiji looks over to catch Koutarou face as he smiles and laughs away.

Breathtaking.

There really isn't any star in the galaxy that could compare to Koutarou.

His Koutarou.

It's about time he gives him an answer.

"Kou?"

"Hmm? Yeah Keiji?"

"Do you remember what you asked me back on our last day at training camp?"

"What I asked you?" For a moment Koutarou thinks long and hard, Keiji finds himself smiling at the way his husband's brows furrow and his whole face scrunches when asked a question.

"Oh! Is it the one about stars? Like, what's your favorite star?"

Keiji nods before gently facing Koutarou and holding his husband's hands.

"You."

Koutarou looks him for a moment, simply aloof and Keiji can never get old of such an expression. "What do you mean Keiji?"

From his hands, Keiji slowly brings them up to cup Koutarou's cheeks. The smile on his face has never been warmer.

"You are my favorite star Koutarou. The brightest star in the whole galaxy."

Koutarou's mouth moves to make a small "oh" noise before immediately giving Keiji an embrace. Above tufts of black hair, Keiji can subtely feel the gentle press and warm smile of Koutarou's lips against his head.

"I love you Keiji."

Truly, no matter how many times Koutarou has said it, those words will never fail to make Keiji melt. With all the affection he could pour into such simple words, Keiji looks up and allows himself to say:

"I love you too Kou."

As the night passes them by, Keiji looks up at all the stars hanging in the sky.

With the brightest one, right in his arms.

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[mari-writes]

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“Hey Akaashi, today is OUR day!”

Akaashi frowned, holding the water bottle in his hand steady as he filled it to the brim. “I’m not sure what you mean, Bokuto-san,” he said, screwing on the top and turning towards the other boy. He raised an eyebrow skeptically.

Bokuto stood there in his practice match attire, hands on hips, chest pushed out. He had one of those lopsided grins on his face that usually meant he was either 1) up to no good, usually because of Kuroo or 2) about to say something he thought was hilarious or clever.

“I mean, it’s our day! It’s Bokuto and Akaashi Day!”

Akaashi sighed. “I still don’t quite understand.” He picked up the other filled bottles and headed towards the gym, passing one to Bokuto, silently encouraging him to stay hydrated. Bokuto obeyed and followed on his heels.

“It’s April fifth!” he exclaimed, skipping a few paces to catch up. He spun around, walking backwards and spreading his arms wide. “It’s the fifth day of the fourth month!”

Akaashi’s eyes widened as Bokuto almost ran into Suzumeda. “Be careful!” He hurried to grab and pull back his friend before the collision. “And yes, it’s April fifth. What is the significance?”

Bokuto grinned again. He pointed to his practice jersey. “I’m number four,” he said, and then leaned forward. Akaashi flinched as the older boy poked him right in the chest. “And you’re number five!”

Blinking, Akaashi looked down at the large “5” on his own jersey. It took a moment before things sunk in. Before the meaning of Bokuto’s words made sense.

When everything clicked, Akaashi felt his body warm. He knew for sure the tips of his ears were pinking.

Oh my god, he thought, why is that so cute?

“Ah,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I suppose you’re right.” He graced Bokuto with a small, soft smile. “It’s quite perceptive of you for noticing that.”

If possible, Bokuto’s own smile grew even larger. His eyes screwed shut and his lips threatened to crack from how far they spread across his face. “That’s because I’m the best!”

Akaashi rolled his eyes. “So, how do we celebrate? And don’t you dare suggest extra spiking practice, Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto pouted but recovered swiftly. “Well, we have school and practice this afternoon, but I thought we could go get some ice cream later? Though the shop might be closed by then. We could get onigri at the corner store instead? You love onigri, Akaashi!”

Akaashi grinned. “I do.” They headed to the other side of the gym, where coach was leading stretching exercises. “I question, however, why it has to be April the fifth, not May the fourth. Is this by age, Bokuto-san? Or do you think you’re ABOVE me in some way?”

It was a joke, but of course Bokuto had to be dramatic. “What? No!” He gasped, gripping Akaashi’s forearm. Akaashi relished in the warmth of Bokuto’s calloused palm. “That’s not what I meant!”

Akaashi chuckled. “I was kidding—”

“But you’re right!” Bokuto whined. He brought the fingers of his other hand up to his chin in a thoughtful pose. Akaashi could almost see the gears turning in his head, and the moment the lightbulb inside activated.

“Oh!” He turned to face Akaashi again, this time gripping both his shoulders firmly. “Then we’ll have another day on May fourth—Akaashi and Bokuto Day! Two is ALWAYS better than one. But you have to remember that time, okay?” He was so close that Akaashi could count his eyelashes. It was intense. Akaashi swallowed harshly and tried to even his breathing.

“Su-sure, Bokuto-san. That… sounds like a nice compromise.” He nodded. “Let’s start practice, shall we?”

Another blinding smile graced Bokuto’s features before he bounded away. Akaashi followed slowly, trying tamp down on the buzzing sensation that was overtaking his body.

He cursed his stupid heart for having such a reaction to something so silly, so inconsequential. But Bokuto’s enthusiasm was one of the reasons why Akaashi liked him so much.

He had so much passion. He felt everything so intensely, and cared about everything and everyone around him. He found excitement in the smallest of moments.

Akaashi had never meant anyone else quite like him. And he was pretty sure he never would.

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Happy BokuAka Day, everyone! I hope you enjoyed this sappy little drabble. I thought my readers deserved it since my latest A03 fic was put on hold. Thanks for all your support! 😊🙏

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