Akaashi keiji
|š| weirdo boyfriend
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Akaashi looked up from his book at the sound of something crashing ā again.
Bokuto was sprawled on the floor in a nest of pillows, hoodie on backwards, wielding a spatula like a sword. He was mid-monologue about enemy forces and snack reserves. Something about giraffes. Akaashi didnāt bother trying to follow.
He watched silently for a moment, then turned a page.
This was normal. Chaos was routine.
Sometimes he wondered how his life had ended up like this ā filled with spontaneous pillow forts and overly dramatic missions. But then again, Bokutoās strange energy had always drawn him in. It was loud, yes. Ridiculous, often. But honest.
He smirked faintly to himself.
I'm dating a walking fever dream,he muttered under his breath. Still, he didnāt leave the room. Instead, he watched. Not because he was trying to understand it ā but because he liked watching him exist like this. Freely. Loudly. Unapologetically. After allā¦ Akaashi was a little weird too. Justā¦ quieter about it. And somehow, that balance worked.