Bokuto
with his hair down gives me “shōjo vibes” (this is irrelevant… or not).
I want to request a scenario where he (in his first year of high
school) is lying on one of the bench that Fukurodani has in its
schoolyard. Bokuto has “no love” for volleyball from the beginning, so
he is a bit tired of his senpais + because everything he does is wrong. A
girl of his class sees Bokuto “sleeping” but knows why he is there as
well. She moves in close to him and tries to cheer up this baby. [i] I
think Bokuto in his first year was most calm over his “depressed mode”;
like not in a comical way. Whatever, he was a loud guy as always and the
girl met him like that. But this time he is just quiet and needs
silent. That girl and Bokuto become friends and now they’re in their
third year. Bokuto is happy with his team and loves volley, but
sometimes he feels like two years ago and goes to her because her
company is too comfortable whenever he is on a quiet mode. [ii]Just
change whatever you want, add more stuff or… yeah. I just want a cuddly
and silent Bokuto who also want quietness. Thank you so much! And I’m
sorry if this is too long and even so has a lack of details! (；＿；) [iii]okay…so I really, really love this concept. beware of long fic. This will be something I do in parts. I feel like it deserves a few chapters. I kinda gave him depression in this (or like symptoms of it). Also, this diverged from your original idea a bit, sorry!! I just got carried away. Also, this piece is litered with symbolism and stuff, so if you can’t tell-the owlet is Bokuto and the canary is you.
Koutarou wasn’t perfect. He knew that, and so did everyone else. He shouldn’t be too hard on himself, though. In his defense, no one was perfect, and the definition of the word has millions of different meanings. However, he couldn’t shake the heavy feeling of sadness weighing on his shoulders..
High school was a huge shocker to the poor owlet. His upperclassmen always told him he was obnoxious, his teachers told him he was too loud, his so-called friends told him to tune himself down and get a grip. For the first time in his life, he was really ostracized. His feathers were clipped and useless. No matter how hard the owlet struggled, nothing could aid him in setting himself free from his cage that slowly built around him, locking himself deep within a mine shaft. Others seemed to prefer this contained, suffocated version of himself, so he decided to accept his imprisonment. The lock, grew and tightened, reinforcing the cage and making it impossible for the owlet to break free. He remained locked in his cage, hidden away at the bottom of the dark, deep mineshaft.
Koutarou sighed, lying on a bench outside Fukurodani Academy. He stared at the sky the yellow sun shone brightly, and a few birds fluttered around in the vast, baby blue sky above him. As they danced above him, twittering, Koutarou felt as they were somehow mocking him. They were unbound to the chains of reality, able to do whatever they pleased. No matter what, they had each other. Their flock was many, and no one was left in solitude. It was at these times that Koutarou wished he could join them. But he knew that was a facetious thought. The owlet remained perched alone on his stand in the barren mine shaft, slowly losing oxygen.
What the owlet didn’t realize, was the young canary watching him. They were intrigued by the owlet, he seemed to be like some sort of decrepit chest, keeping its gold hidden from the world because of the fear of rejection. The canary couldn’t believe it. The owlet exuberated the essence of life itself. He was so bold, passionate, optimistic. His presence was enough to ease the canary’s tension during tough times. They did not understand why the rest of the flock shunned his personality. The owlet was a ray of sunshine, a single blow of wind in the doldrums, a tiny, yellow flower in a field of weeds. The canary decided enough was enough. It would break the owlet out of its cage and navigate it through the dusky mine shaft, despite the potential consequences.
You nervously approached Koutarou on the bench, he didn’t know you, but you hoped he would not reject your company.
“Hey,” You greeted him, calmly. “Can I sit here?”
Golden eyes made their way up to yours, the quick contact making you freeze.The lack of intensity in his gaze was very, very unlike the Koutarou you knew. Whoever claimed that eyes were the windows to the soul definitely wasn’t exaggerating. You could see the desperation and sadness that hazed over his orbs, making his usually bright expression dim.
Koutarou shrugged and looked away from you. “Sure.”
You sat down beside the boy’s feet at the end of the bench, hoping to offer some comfort. The bench was warm from being in the sun’s rays, and you looked at the concrete ground under the bench and began nervously kicking around a fallen leaf by your feet. You began by introducing yourself, while he gave you a short, uncharacteristic “Name’s Koutarou.” in response. You brushed off his brevity, though. You understood he was going through a tough time and his thoughts were most likely plagued by other topics. You sat there for a couple of seconds, mulling around for what to say, before taking a deep breath and deciding on something.
“Um…” Koutarou curled his upper body, getting into an awkward position to somehow look at your face to show you had his attention. “A-are you okay?” You questioned, stuttering a little.
The teen beside you visibly flinched at the question, eyes darting from you and staring off into the distance.
“I’m…fine.”
Those words did not sound genuine at all. But you knew it was just inevitable for Koutarou to show the reality of his emotions through his voice and actions.
“Y’know…it’s okay to talk about how you really feel. I won’t judge. Promise.”
Koutarou looked on into the distance silently, and for a minute you wondered if he even heard you. Before you could repeat yourself, he spoke.
“Do you….ever feel lost? Like your real self isn’t enough for everyone else? I want to be myself….but I can’t find a crowd to just…do that. Everything I do is always too much,everything I say is too loud. I suck at school, and I really have no talent. I gotta completely change the way I act for others to like me. I just…wanna be myself…y’know?”
You responded to his revelation with silence. You wished you were some wise sage to give him all the answers to his problems, but you weren’t. You were just a regular highschooler, and you were pretty dumbstruck right now at the profoundness of Koutarou’s issues.
He coughed awkwardly, then continued. “S-sorry. You didn’t ask for all that.”
You instantly reacted by waving your arms in disagreement. “No, no! If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have asked.” The air between you two became silent and awkward again. After a few moments, you spoke up again. “I know this may sound a bit weird, but have you tried joining a sport?”
That obviously resonated with the boy. He sat up, looking at you. His eyes urging you to continue. You could see the haze beginning to fade from his eyes, it seemed the foggy thoughts of his mind began to clear with your suggestion.
“In sports, you can be as loud as you want…and your teammates will likely join you…and you never know…you may actually be good at it? And even if you aren’t, a little practice can fix that. And I saw the volleyball team is desperately looking for members, I’m sure they’d be happy to have you.” You explained, then offering Koutarou a smile
Then, it happened.
For once in a long, long while, you saw Koutarou smile. Yeah, it was relatively small, but it was still a smile nonetheless. He jumped up from the bench and stretched his long limbs.
“You know what, you’re actually right! I’m gonna go sign up right now!”
He turned around, appearing to instantly rush back inside the building, but instead turned around to face you.
The sun was blocked by his body, but the rays still peeked from around his head, giving him and ethereal appearance. His eyes shone, contrasting against his shadowed skin. And his lips grew from a small grin to a full blow, pearly-white, genuine smile.
“Thank you.” This time, his words were genuine. Honestly laced his voice.
Your face flushed pink from the adorable expression and genuine gratefulness from the boy.
“You’re…welcome.”
He ran back into the school, a new innovation flowing through the boy.
Although the owlet believed nothing would change and he’d eventually suffocate at the bottom of the mine shaft, that turned out to be quite the opposite. A friendly canary befriended him, breaking the lock on his cage. They made their way through the shaft together. Although they were far from the exit, the owlet was happy to have a friend to help him along the way.
This is sooooo good! I can’t wait for more of it!
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