#Bokuto koutarou

[tricodekus]

date night 🍦 [fem!bokuaka]

[myrleius]

loud and clear — bokuto k.

bokuto k. x deaf fem!reader│word count: 1.1k

synopsis: You want to cheer Bokuto on, but being deaf makes it complicated.

notes: I got inspired after spending time at my sister’s school for disabled kids, where I met many of her deaf classmates. They were so energetic and we bonded over fandoms. This fic is much shorter than my usual since I’m practicing on writing concise one-shots without losing depth. It’s tricky, but I’m learning!

cw/tags: fluff, established relationship

Silence isn’t empty.

It’s full of color, of movement, of the small details that get lost beneath the noise. You don’t need sound to know the world is alive. You see it in the way the wind stirs the trees, in the way laughter shakes someone’s shoulders, in the way excitement brightens a person’s eyes.

And right now, you see it in the way Bokuto plays.

His presence is a roar even if you can’t hear it. He’s larger than life, bursting with a kind of energy that fills every inch of the court. His teammates react to him, the crowd reacts to him, and you—watching from the stands—feel your heart react too.

You want to cheer for him too. You want him to know that you’re here, watching him, proud of him.

But the last time you tried—

You shake the thought away. No. Not today.

Instead, your fingers tighten around the plastic horn in your lap, the one you spent way too long picking out just for this moment. The one you know he’ll hear.

You didn’t expect someone like Bokuto to notice you.

You remember that day clearly—sitting in the library, flipping through a book, when suddenly, a blur of motion appeared in the corner of your eye.

A boy. Grinning. Talking.

Your brain registered the movement of his lips before anything else. He was saying something, long and fast, but you didn’t understand a word.

“Slower,” you signed instinctively, unsure if he’d understand. You pointed at your ear, then shook your head.

Bokuto blinked. Tilted his head.

Then, realization hit.

“Oh,” you could make that out. His lips moved slower this time, more deliberately. Then again, softer, like he was testing the word. “Oh.”

He hadn’t known.

His shoulders stiffened, his hands twitched like he wanted to fix his mistake but didn’t know how. Then, determination settled over his features, and he dug into his bag, pulling out a notebook and pen.

A moment later, he slid the open page toward you.

[HI!! I’M BOKUTO KOUTAROU!!!]

The letters were big, uneven, and written with so much force the pen almost tore the paper. Beneath them, an attempt at a doodle—a little stick figure with spiky hair, arms raised high.

You bit back a laugh.

Reaching for the pen, you wrote your name beside his, adding a small doodle of your own.

And just like that, a new page of your life had begun.

Bokuto never let your deafness be a barrier. If anything, he made it a bridge.

He started learning sign language almost immediately. The first time he tried, it was awful—his fingers tangled together, his expressions were exaggerated to the point of comedy, and you had no idea what he was trying to say.

But he never got discouraged. He practiced, asked questions, made sure he got things right. He still talked a mile a minute, but he started signing alongside his words, his hands always moving to keep you in the conversation.

And he watched you, really watched you. He noticed the little things—how your gaze flickered between people when they spoke, how you relied on vibrations, how you always positioned yourself where you could see everything. He adapted without you needing to ask.

But there were times when doubt crept in.

Dating wasn’t something you thought would be easy for you. There were too many little hurdles, too many things you worried would be too much for someone else to deal with.

And yet, Bokuto never made you feel like you were a burden.

Still, some things were hard. Like the first time you tried cheering for him. You don’t think about it often, but sometimes the memory surfaces, uninvited.

Standing on the sidelines, watching him play, you had wanted to join the crowd, to call his name like everyone else. But you couldn’t hear yourself, didn’t know how loud or strange it might sound.

You tried anyway.

But when people turned to look—some with confusion, some with poorly hidden amusement—your throat closed up.

You never tried again after that.

But Bokuto noticed afterwards. Of course, he did.

Which is probably why he dragged you to a party store one afternoon, an impish grin on his face as he led you straight to a shelf of noisemakers.

“If you don’t wanna cheer with your voice, we’ll find something else!” he signed, eyes bright with determination.

He tested each one with theatrical enthusiasm, laughing when a squeaky horn made the shopkeeper glare at him. But then, he picked up this one—the one in your lap now—and blew into it.

Your eyes tracked his reaction, the way his face lit up at the sound you couldn’t hear but knew he liked.

You bought it without hesitation.

Now, here you are.

The game is intense, the energy in the gym electric. Bokuto stands near the net, focused, determined. You know how much he loves this sport. You know how much he gives to it.

And you want to give back.

Taking a breath, you lift the plastic horn, pressing it to your lips.

You don’t hear the sound it makes, but you don’t need to.

Because Bokuto’s head snaps up immediately. His gaze locks onto you, eyes wide. And then—

A grin. So full of joy it’s nearly blinding.

He pumps a fist in the air, then turns back to the game with renewed energy.

You don’t need sound to tell you what he’s feeling.

You can see it. Feel it.

Silence isn’t empty.

It never was.

Bokuto wiped the sweat off his forehead, still buzzing from the win. The gym was as loud as ever—teammates clapping him on the back, spectators chattering as they filed out—but his ears were tuned to one thing and one thing only.

Honk!

There it was.

That ridiculous little honk! cut through the gym’s chaos like a battle cry, sharp and unmistakable. His grin stretched wide as he peeked over his shoulder.

Yn was standing near the exit now, tucking the plastic horn into her bag. When she caught his gaze, she waved, bright and proud, and his heart did a little somersault.

God, he loved her so much.

But there was a problem.

See, under no circumstances could yn ever find out what that horn actually sounded like.

Not because it was bad! No, no, no! It was perfect, adorable even.

But if she knew how it sounded? She might stop using it. And Bokuto needed that honk. Needed to hear it at every game, needed to pick it out of the crowd and know, without a doubt, that she was there, cheering for him in her own way.

So when Akaashi suddenly appeared beside him, raising an eyebrow, Bokuto panicked.

“That horn—” Akaashi started.

“NOPE!” Bokuto slapped a hand over his mouth. “Nope, nope, nope, don’t say it! I don’t know what it sounds like, you don’t know what it sounds like, nobody knows what it sounds like.”

Akaashi blinked. “But I do know—”

“NO YOU DON’T.”

Akaashi sighed, looking vaguely exhausted, but Bokuto didn’t care. His secret was safe.

Yn would never know her chosen instrument of encouragement made the same sound as a goose.

Note: In case you’re wondering, people still stared when yn blasted that horn—but this time, she didn’t notice. She thought it was just a normal, loud honk.

[iraskts]

happy bday omi!!

[starshoyo]

VICTORIA’S SECRET II ★

PAIRING Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader

WARNINGS None

TAGS Bokuto’s down bad, you’re still sexy asf, finally they kiss

IN WHICH Bokuto and his friends are invited to watch you on the Victoria’s Secret fashion show, and he just falls even harder

A/N The show and themes are based off of the 2005 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show

<- 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“HOW THE HELL did you manage to get backstage tickets, Bo?” Kuroo asked, shaking the man’s shoulders as he looked around and the stage crew running around. The models were still getting ready, including you.

It had been months since you first met Bokuto, and after asking many friends, you were able to get in touch with him. Since you were out of the country, it was impossible to see him, but you spent almost every night texting and calling.

And despite his busy schedule along yours, he always somehow made time for you. You liked him, a lot. He was so different, so interesting. He was an idiot, sure, but there was something charming about his idiocy.

This would be the first time seeing each other since that day, and it was strange to think about how much closer you were, despite not having seen each other.

You had gifted him four VIP tickets, which also meant backstage passes. When Bokuto had told his best friend, Kuroo, about the tickets, he had immediately “volunteered” to go. When he was asking around on his team, of course, Atsumu and Hinata begged to go.

Well, the two were more curious about you and Bokuto than the show, but still.

“I told you, Kuroo. I have a friend who’s going to be on the runway.” Bokuto said shyly, the tips of his ears burning red. The raven haired man cocked his head, squinting his eyes. “A friend? You’re friends with a Victoria’s Secret angel?”

“More like girlfriend.” Atsumu teased, causing Bokuto to even blush deeper. “You should’ve seen him when he first met her, Kuroo-san! He was like a deer in headlights!” Hinata barked innocently, but this caused Kuroo to cackle, and Bokuto to scowl.

“Bokuto!” You called, trying your best to run over to him with your pin heels. Bokuto glanced over to the familiar voice, but the second his eyes landed on you, his blushed impossible harder.

Suddenly, he wished he didn’t bring his friends backstage. He wanted to be the only one able to see you like this, ignoring the fact that they would see you later anyways on the runway.

You were wearing two piece blue set with what seemed like fur lining the straps of your bra, and a matching Santa hat. Bokuto gulped. He tried to shut off his mind, practically burning holes into your eyes at how hard he was staring at them, forcing his eyes not to look down.

“You made it!” You chirped, a big smile on your face. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” His words were said breathlessly, because damn, you really were just that. Breathtaking. You smiled softly at him, nothing but adoration in your sparkling eyes. He had to look away.

“Uh, these are my friends! Atsumu and Hinata, my teammates, and Kuroo, a friend and business partner, I guess.” He shrugged. “You came to our game against the Adlers, right?” Atsumu asked, holding out his hand for you to shake.

“Yeah, actually. I’m impressed you remember me.” You hummed, shaking his hand. “I remembered you too! Bokuto-san won’t shut up about you!” Hinata chimed in, his words careless as always. Bokuto slapped his palm on his face, shaking his head.

“So you guys are just… friends?” Kuroo teased, crossing his arms. It was your turn to turn red, fiddling with your fingers. “Shut up, Kuroo!” Whined Bokuto, hands on his face to hide his impossibly redder face.

A small buzzer went off, and you cleared your throat. “That’s- I have to go. But um, thanks for coming! I’ll see you after the show.” You pointed to the sound, taking a few steps back. “Good luck!” Bokuto waved enthusiastically, his friends doing the same.

As soon as you were out of sight, Bokuto elbowed Kuroo’s side, making the latter groan in pain. “Don’t embarrass me, man!” He cried. Kuroo laughed through his pain. “Oh, even without Kuroo-san, it’s so obvious you like her!” Hinata rolled his eyes, Atsumu snickering next to him.

“Alright, alright. Let’s get to our seats.” He ushered, pushing everyone towards the exit.

The stage was as beautiful as you, the runway covered in glitter. There were big props that shouted Christmas, which would make sense, considering it was nearing. There was a big present box, a giant stuffed bear, a candy cane, and more.

Celebrities sat here and there, Hinata grabbing Atsumu’s arm and pointing at each of them in excitement. “You’re a celebrity too,” Atsumu had to remind him. After sitting in their seats for a while, listening to a man play his jazz on his trumpet as an opening act, the show finally started.

Upbeat rock music started, and then, the stage turned. The box’s cover came off, and all the models who were standing inside were revealed. Bokuto, for the second time, felt like he was struck with Cupid’s bow. His mouth parted open, and he watched as it finally became your turn.

You walked more gracefully than you had when you were running up to him earlier, hips shaking and eyes sexy. You were holding what seemed to be like a stuffed doll, matching the fabric of your outfit.

You smiled, and something about it was naughty. You glanced to the side as you walked, pointing at a camera on the side before fluttering your fingers.

You turned to the other side of the runway, and your eyes met his. It was like electricity shocked the both of you, Bokuto’s breath stuttering. And then, you brought your hand up to your mouth, and blew him a kiss. His back went straight, and he shrunk in his seat in shyness.

To everybody else, it seemed like a kiss to the crowd—fan service. But he knew that it was a little secret between you and him.

Before he had time to even react, you were at the end of the runway, doing your two poses, before turning and starting to walk back. Thankfully, Kuroo, his loyal wingman, nudged Bokuto out of his trance. “Blow a kiss back, idiot!” He whisper yelled.

When your eyes met his again, he smiled widely, bringing both hands to his lips and blowing a kiss dramatically. You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from looking like a fool with a giant smile, and decided to settle on winking back at him.

As the show went on, every time you had walked, your eyes met his, and the two of you would interact in some way. It was small, and went unnoticed by everyone else. It was your little secret.

And that’s just how it was between the two of you. There was no need for words. Somehow, there was chemistry, and you could have a thousand conversations through the eyes alone.

When the show came to an end, Bokuto slumped back in his seat. He stared off into the space in front of him. “Hm? The show’s over, Bokkun.” Atsumu hummed curiously.

“I’m going to tell her how I feel.” He said suddenly, like a man under a spell. Hinata scoffed. “Finally!” Kuroo rolled his eyes, slapping Bokuto’s back harshly. “Well? Go on backstage! We’ll be outside.”

Bokuto did just that, quickly getting on his feet and making his way backstage. All these months, he’s been head over heels with you, but there was that strange hesitation. He just… wasn’t absolutely sure yet.

But today was confirmation enough. He needed you. Only you. You were the only one who could make his heart pound this way, and send electricity up his spine. You were kind and gentle, but equally confident and scandalous.

You seemed to be looking for him too, because you practically ran into Bokuto’s large frame. “Bokuto!” You said in surprise, standing back and looking up at him with wide eyes, blessing his ears with the way you said his name.

You were still in your last outfit, a silk periwinkle colored set with big, gorgeous bows on each piece. You were so close to him, hands on his chest and looking up at him, his hands gently intertwined behind your waist, keeping you close.

“You… You’re amazing.” He only said, staring into your eyes like you were the most precious thing ever. And it only made you fall harder. He didn’t call you sexy, or hot.

Hell, he didn’t even call you pretty. Instead, he called you amazing, like you were more than just your appearance.

“Well, kiss me like you mean it, Bokuto.” You said quietly. He held you even tighter, a bright smile lighting up his face as if he were a man in a desert who had just been offered water.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, and it felt like a fresh breath of air. “Finally”, you both said in your minds, grasping each other like you were to disappear into thin air if you hadn’t.

You had been waiting for this moment for months, wondering what it would feel like for his strong arms to hold you like this with such gentle care, as if you were a flower.

He pulled away, pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth before looking into your eyes with such intensity that it made your shiver with excitement. “Let me be yours?” He asked, eyes searching your face. You grinned from ear to ear. “Be mine.”

[chaos4squad]

Minha contribuição às sugestões: uma capinha bokuaka (Bokuto e Akaashi de haikyuu), com um estilo clean meio romântico, com uma paleta de cores mais suave. Tipo, branco, cinza e preto, e talvez alguns detalhes em rosa bem clarinho.

Um momento a dois

ATENÇÃO!! Essa capa será doada no dia 15/04. Até lá, se você planeja adotá-la, já comece a elaborar o plot de uma história para ela.

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[luvseraphh]

hiii could I put in an order for your cafe? I’d like a danish pastry with an espresso with caramel drizzle on top (for Bokuto plz)

thank you so much :)) 💗💗

you came down to the throne room like you did most mornings, elegantly making your way down the long halls until you bumped into a knight you were very familiar with.

"oh, hi bokuto," you smile softly as he bows down to you.

"hi, your majesty," he says in his usual goofy tone.

"i told you you don't have to do that," you giggle softly, watching as he stood up straight again.

"and i told you i like doing that," he replies with a soft chuckle.

"it's weird for my boyfriend to be bowing down to me and calling me your majesty," you whisper.

"secret boyfriend," he reminds. "it's to keep it secret."

"yeah, yeah. come to my room tonight?" you offer with a soft grin.

"you know it," he replies, walking past you with a sly smirk.

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Wearing her jersey>>>

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[bokutoko]

cw: ts!bokuto x reader, making out, bokuto gets shirtless, very suggestive - mdni

when msby won the game against the adlers just minutes ago, the reporters pestered ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ with questions of how he was feeling, if this was the best feeling in the world, if it’d ever get old.

he learned to give a vague answer with a cheesing smile: “never gets old.”

it never got old because he had the best post-match routine.

still riding the high from the game’s win, he was wound up, his body taut and desperately craving the taste of you.

“s’proud of you, kou,” you whispered in between sloppy kisses as you sat on his lap in the empty spare locker room. one hand cupped the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair while the other continued to caress your leg. his palms, calloused from years of playing ball, meeting the smooth skin of your thighs always sent chills down both your spines.

you tasted the brine of his sweat on his lips, and you suddenly felt that familiar dizziness—he never failed to make you feel your own personal high while lip-locked after a game.

“s’all f’you, baby.” his words were hushed, low, needy, “i do it f’you.”

as the two of you get lost in one another, you gently tugged at the hem of his jersey, whispering something along the lines of, "wanna feel you." you gently guided his sweaty jersey off, your mouths only briefly parting to pull it over his head. his neck and chest were flushed as your hands brushed along his muscles, little trails of fire left in the wake of the slightest skin-to-skin contact. he let out a low moan when your hands teased at the waistband of his shorts, leaving you with an unmistakable ache in your belly.

it was messy, it was needy, but god, this routine was one of the hottest, most romantic things the two of you ever did. you were a dream that bokuto never wanted to wake up from.

as you pull away, you heard the softest little whimper escape him as he practically chased your lips. it was purely involuntarily, considering the red-hot embarrassment that immediately flooded his already rosy cheeks. you stared at the gorgeous image before you: your lover with a blissed out expression, his lips slightly swollen and kiss-bitten. his brows were knitted together in a slightly pleading expression as he looked up at you through his dark eyelashes.

“baby…” he mumbled, “don’t tease me.”

with a soft, nearing cheeky smile, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, your lips meeting his once more for another victory kiss.

this. this was the life.

forget volleyball—being yours was forever his greatest accomplishment.

bokuto came to realize that he never really cared if the world was watching him; all he cared about was if his world was watching him, cheering him on in the stands with his jersey’s name and number on your back.

a/n: treat for the 500 gazillion of u that follow me like wtf thank u???? i love u all sm <3

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