Oh my dear Sunshine, thank you so much for this request and your
sweet words. I hope this makes your day a bit brighter!

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Koutarou Bokuto

#7: running their thumb over the other’s lips

#8: when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other
person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

#14: a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

“If you keep staring at her, I’m going to peg you on the
next serve,” Akaashi warns Bokuto.

“But Akaaaashii,” whines the ace, “she’s so pretty! I mean,
how can I not look at her?”

“Do it on your own time, we need to practice,” the setter
returns evenly.

However, even scolding from his best friend can’t fully deter
the ace from stealing glances in your direction. Ever since you joined as the
team’s manager this year, his large eyes frequently found themselves glued to
you. Either you were completely oblivious or simply ignored his attention
because you never seemed to notice.

It was late, practice having run long in preparation for
Nationals, but Bokuto was still at it, practicing spike, after spike after
spike until Akaashi finally told him enough was enough.

“My finger tips are getting numb Bokuto and you need to rest
too. We’ll pick it back up tomorrow,” he said, grabbing his bag and walking out
of the gym ignoring the protests of the ace.

“Damn it,” he says grabbing a towel and wiping his brow. He
knows Akaashi is right but he needs to be perfect, needs to have everything dialed
in. He’s pent up and excited, eager for next week when the games officially
begin. The sound of squeaking wheels draws his attention away from his own
plight and he sees you wheeling the ball cart out. Silently, you begin picking up
the balls, walking back and forth across the gym to gather the mess he and
Akaashi made.

Feeling guilty as he realizes this is not the first time
this happened, he makes his way to the other side of the net.

“You did really well today Bokuto-san,” you say with a soft
smile, the one that makes his heart jump higher than Hinata.

He grins. “Hey, hey, hey! Of course, I did, I’m the ace
after all,” he bellows making you giggle.

To everyone else, Bokuto’s behavior can be rather annoying but
you think he’s cute. And it’s not like he doesn’t have reason to be proud; he’s
really that good. You just wish he could keep a handle on the swing of his
emotions, not so much for your sake but for his own.

Bending down, Bokuto picks up a few of the volleyballs,
easily tossing them into the cart. With his help, the task is finished in half
the time.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to do that,” you say, a
slightly blush to your cheeks. “I know you must be exhausted,” you add.

“Nah, I’m fine, plus, it’s my fault you stayed late in the
first place,” he says a little quieter than normal. He follows as you wheel the
cart into the storage room. Once inside, he watches as you fold the towels just
brought back from the laundry, their clean scent rather refreshing in the
enclosed space. Deciding he wants to spend more time with you one on one,
Bokuto grabs a towel himself, trying to fold it.

Seeing how poorly he’s doing, you giggle again taking the
fluffy material from his hands, the graze of your fingers against his making
his pulse race. “You’d think you’d never done laundry before,” you tease
correctly folding then placing the towel on the shelf.

Sheepishly, he rubs the back of his head. “Well, I kinda don’t,
my mom tried to get me to but one time of me ruining a whole load of whites by
turning them grey made her banish me from all laundry duty.”

You laugh out loud, partially spitting out some of the water
you’d just taken a sip of. Without thinking, Bokuto trails his thumb over your
lips to wipe away the excess water, the action and touch drawing a slight gasp
from you. Leaving his hand on your cheek, he leans forward, entranced by how
soft your lips feel. When he realizes what he’s doing, Bokuto draws back again
but your hand grasping his free one stops all motion.

Looking into your eyes, he can’t believe it when you whisper
hoarsely, “Kiss me.”

He doesn’t hesitate, mouth covering yours with his own, and
both hands wrapping into your hair. He can taste your coconut lip gloss when
his tongue grazes your bottom lip. He’s surprised when you open up to him
easily, tongue moving out to meet his, the connection making him moan lowly.

Bokuto wonders if maybe he’s dreaming especially when your
hands wander under the back of his shirt, finger nails lightly scratching his
skin. His own hands trail the edge of yours, thumbs drawing little circles
against your flesh.

Things are escalating quickly, a bit too much, so you both
pull away heaving heavy breaths.

“Sorry,” you both say at the same time but then laugh.

“I mean, I’m not sorry for kissing you,” Bokuto says
quickly, grasping your hands.

You smile. “I know, me either.”

“Y/N, would you…would you consider going out with me?” You’ve
never heard Bokuto speak so softly.

Leaning up, you kiss him gently. “If you couldn’t tell after
that kiss how much I like you, you really are a simpleton.” You laugh when he
pouts, pecking your lips against his protruding lips. “Of course I’ll go out
with you silly.” Your answer drives away his gloom instantly, your own lips
widening in a big smile when he lifts you into a giant bear hug.