Bokuto – Friendly Fire

ASK: We’re not just friends and you fucking know it with bokuto and a slightly younger reader, maybe first year, please? i love your blog so much omg

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The closet is cramped, though that is of course the point. Pick a space technically meant for one and shove two into it, what do you get? The perfect opportunity to get really close. That is, if both parties are willing. But Bokuto is very aware of how not close ______ is to him and it’s disheartening.

“Um, isn’t the point of this to, you know, be kissing?” he asks, his voice surprisingly quiet.

He feels more than sees her stiffen – it’s impossible not to be touching at least somewhat in this tiny space – and he wonders again at his ability to understand people. Maybe it’s just girls he’s bad with.

She takes a shaky breath, the exhale ghosting over his arm drawing goosebumps. “I…I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” she confesses.

Bokuto’s stomach feels like it’s filled with rocks. He should open the door. Should put an end to her obvious discomfort and his growing despair but he can’t stop the “why” that comes from his mouth.

She pauses again and for a moment he doesn’t think she’ll answer. But then there’s another shaky breath and a soft, “Because you don’t make out with your friends.”

He really should be opening the door but Bokuto isn’t exactly known for his good judgement in high stress situations, at least not all the time. His hands reach forward, palms pressing against her arms and fingers wrapping around her biceps; she’s so small compared to him. He works hard to keep his tone gentle, but the hurt isn’t fully hidden when he says, “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

She gasps and he’s not sure if it’s from his words alone or the fact that he cursed but he’s not letting this – or her – go, not yet.

His eyes have finally adjusted to the dark and he realizes he’s looking at the top of her head.

“______, look at me,” he says, one hand gently pushing against her chin. When she does raise her head he goes on, “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel something deeper between us.” Her head shakes a tiny bit, resistance to a truth that’s been staring them in the face for the better part of the year still strong. “Why? Why won’t you admit you feel it too?” he asks unable to wait out her silence, hands cupping her face and he winces when he feels it’s damp.

“Because you’re leaving and I don’t want to fall more in love with you when you’ll just be gone in six months.”

“Hey, that’s not-”

“Ok you two, times up!” The door whips open letting in blinding light and ______ takes the opportunity to bolt from the closet, the room, then the house where this stupid party is taking place. Bokuto stands blinking, trying to get his bearings then takes off in pursuit, leaving behind a very startled and concerned crowd of friends.