#and a complete one aswelll | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

mizunetzu · 3 years ago

Note

Omg I’m so glad you’re back and doing good !! If you’re still looking for hurt/comfort fic ideas maybe one w Bokuto and a reader that’s super emotionally closed off and bokuto thinks he did something wrong and it all ends in the reader breaking down to him :) for a male reader using he/him pronouns please :)

this was such a fun prompt! this made me feel like i was back into the groove of "hurt/comfort king mizu" LMFAO. anyways, i decided to be an ass and split it into two parts even though i could honestly pull a "sweet sweet lies call drunk miya atsumu" and just make a hella long fic. ANYWAYS ENJOY, BECAUSE I SURE DID AHAHA

i took a bit of creative liberty with this prompt, mainly because you gave me a really good idea!! I'm sorry if its not completely true to your request!

——————

Bokuto x reader - In My Mind

⚠️ Warnings - none !

pronouns - male, he/him

you can find part two here!

——————

Every morning, the loud man with the spiky, grey-ish hair would yell “Good morning, (Y/n)!” from the door to the classroom.

It became a routine. Every morning, without fail, the man would yell “Good Morning!” specifically and only to (Y/n) (L/n), and only after the thirteenth time, did (Y/n) learn that the man's name was “Bokuto Koutarou.”

(Y/n) didn’t know why. In fact, their interactions weren’t only limited to morning greetings before class. In recent times, Bokuto would self-invite himself to (Y/n’s) secluded lunch spot, or walk him to and from classes, after school, hell even before school and talk, talk, talk his ears off.

Before he did, but now, (Y/n) didn’t seem to mind it. It was… good white noise, was what he told himself.

“Good morning, (Y/n)!” Right on cue, Bokuto slid the classroom door open, and chirped out his greeting right in the doorway. (Y/n) sat in the back of the classroom, and he never quite knew why Bokuto insisted on yelling his greetings from across the whole room everyday. How was he not embarrassed?

As per usual, (Y/n) didn’t respond. What are you supposed to say to something like that? Everyday? Was he supposed to yell it back? ‘Good Morning, man with spiky hair who I’ve barely learned was Bokuto Koutarou!’

Bokuto never seemed to mind his silence, though. He strut his way over to (Y/n), plopped down in his seat (which was so conveniently next to (Y/n’s) seat) and began talking about the funny looking cat on the street he found that morning, one that resembled some dude from another school. How could a cat look like a person? Spiky hair? Slanted eyes? (Y/n) didn’t know.

Bokuto Koutarou was a funny guy.

——————

Bokuto sulked down the hallway.

Sometimes, the break between classes felt longer than usual. And though he was grateful for less time sitting down and shutting up, sometimes he didn’t really know what to do in the downtime. He couldn’t find seem to find Akaashi, Washio was off with Konoha to wash the wasabi stains off his shirt, (Y/n) was…

…doing nothing, walking down the hallway aswelll! Bokuto’s eyes glimmered. (Y/n)! His current infatuation! The quiet, pretty boy who sat next to him! (Y/n)!

“(Y/n)!” Bokuto jogged up to (Y/n), who had flinched when his name was, quite literally, hollered from ten feet away in a relatively quiet hallway. (Y/n) turned around, squinting and holding his chest in shock. Bokuto grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, sorry! Did I scare you!? I was just really excited when I saw you because I got really bored and really lonely but then I saw you and was like all ‘YEAHH’ and…”

(Y/n) turned back forward, and Bokuto trailed slightly behind him, still talking. It was baffling how many topics this guy could pull out of his ass at any given moment. But how could he not? There was so much he wanted to tell (Y/n)!

——————

Lunch time was the trickiest for Bokuto.

(Y/n) would always beeline for the door and to his little lunch spot behind the school yard, and Bokuto would struggle catching him in time to walk with him. He was really good at dodging everyone clammoring for the door, wasn’t he? Maybe he was just too… beefy. Nonetheless, Bokuto could never seem to catch (Y/n) in time before he was out the door.

The lunch bell rang, snapping Bokuto into focus mode. He would catch him today.

“(Y/n)! Wait up-!” Bokuto spat, fumbling out of his desk as quickly as he could, but (Y/n) was already out the door. He wilted.

But it’s okay, because Bokuto always finds his way to (Y/n’s) lunch spot, and plops himself down close to (Y/n) and opens up the sandwich he buys from the cafeteria.

“You’re way too damn fast, (Y/n)!” (Y/n) says nothing, glancing at him with an unreadable expression before digging into his lunchbox.

Oh, well, he’ll catch him tomorrow. He’ll definitely catch him tomorrow.

Bokuto takes a big chomp out of his sandwich and begins talking like he usually does.

——————

Afterschool, every time he didn’t have volleyball practice, Bokuto would say the same thing.

“(Y/n)! Lets go eat ramen! I’m free today!”

And (Y/n) would say the same thing everyday.

“...not today.”

Bokuto would wilt, but spring back up again so comically after five minutes, when he spots an interesting looking rock, or when he sees a new keychain on (Y/n’s) bag. Everyday.

And today was no different.

“(Y/n)! I don’t have practice today! We should do something! Like ramen! I’m hungry!”

Bokuto walked uncomfortably close to (Y/n), making (Y/n) shuffle away a few steps, red in the face.

“I…” (Y/n) didn’t know what to say in times like this. “...I’m not really hungry.”

“That’s okay! We can go to the arcade!”

“It’s very loud there.”

“T-then maybe we could-!”

“My house is over there.” (Y/n) muttered, gesturing his finger over to the block of houses across the street. Bokuto didn’t realize that they were there already. He deflated, with a small ‘oh.’

(Y/n) gave a reserved “bye,” and Bokuto yelled back, “Goodbye, (Y/n)! See you tomorrow!”

Bokuto waved, and kept waving until (Y/n) disappeared from sight. Once he was gone, he paused, let his arm drop to his side pathetically, turned around, and in the opposite direction, began walking home…

…which was about a mile away.

But that didn’t matter! He got to walk with (Y/n) just a little more everyday. And one day, they’d go out for ramen! One day for sure!

Bokuto hummed a little tune to himself, kicking up pebbles as he walked.

——————

“But-but-but-but-but theeeen!” Bokuto whined, getting changed into a practice shirt in the club room. Akaashi, once again, was subjected to Bokuto’s long rants. If it wasn’t (Y/n), it was usually Akaashi. “He was all like, ‘i’m not really hungry, hurrr-durrr.’ like- who isn’t hungry after school!?”

“Well, for one, he packs bento every morning, and two, he doesn’t burn calories like sand like you do, Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto sputtered. “But! But--But then- he was all ‘arcades are too loud’-”

“Some people don’t like loud. And the arcade is very loud. It gives me a headache, and it probably gives him one, too.” Akaashi said, slipping on his knee pads. He didn’t bother looking up at Bokuto, who was currently flustered and stammering like a broken car engine. Just as Bokuto gathered his tongue and his teeth in his jelly-mouth to form words, Konoha cut in, and cut deep. He had said nothing until now, choosing to ignore Bokuto’s daily whining about his puppy love crush, but he felt like he should get a thought into Bokuto’s feeble mind.

“Bokuto, dude, in the nicest way possible… do you even know if (Y/n) y’know… sees you as a friend? Can you name a single time where (Y/n) had welcomed your advances with a friendly attitude?”

“Well of- of course, I…” Bokuto’s memories played on 15x speed, searching and scanning each interaction he’d had with (Y/n), forwards and back, just to find a single time (Y/n) had at least said “Good Morning.” A “Hi,” at least. He wracked his brain, but alas, he found nothing. Bokuto’s mouth fell into a small “oh.”

Akaashi averted his eyes pitifully. Konoha didn’t need to say it so brashly, but it was what everyone was thinking. Sarukui nudged Konoha’s shin roughly. “Now look at what you’ve done, it couldn’t've waited until after? Now he’ll be all depressed during practice!”

No one dared to speak after that. Bokuto stood there, like a kicked puppy no one had the guts to help, until Akaashi cleared his throat. “Bokuto-san, if you really want to make a good impression on him, maybe it’s best if you… give him his personal space.”

"Not everyone gravitates towards bright rays of sunshine like you are, Bokuto-san."

Bokuto said nothing for a while. They all either stared at him, waiting for anything from their captain or looking away meekly, not daring to meet his hurt eyes.

“Yeah… yeah, that sounds smart.” Bokuto’s voice was more subdued that it had ever been. He grabbed at his kneepads.

“Bokuto-san-”

“It’s alright! I’m alright, promise! I’m gonna make him like me with this information! Hey hey hey!” Bokuto stormed out the club room before anyone could catch him.

Bokuto never lies. What reason do they have to believe he was? He’ll be fine.

——————

Bokuto Koutarou was not fine.

Bokuto Koutarou was stressing.

Bokuto, for the first time in forever, hadn’t woken up absurdly early to book it (Y/n’s) house, to walk him to school since he lived ‘so close.’ He had fought the urge to sprint all the way to (Y/n’s) just to walk with him. He was really clingy, huh? It’s on the list of things he needs to fix before he could present himself to (Y/n) again.

Well, at least he got like, an hours more of sleep than he usually did. Despite that, Bokuto trudged on his way to school like he had gotten no sleep. Even his hair seemed tired.

Bokuto paused at the entrance to the classroom. He took a deep breath.

He opened the door.

Some people looked to the door on instinct, seeing Bokuto, and expecting him to give his daily “Good Morning, (Y/n)!” It even seemed like (Y/n) was waiting for it. Oh, well, it was probably all in his mind, anyways.

Bokuto walked to his seat, for the first time in forever, silent.

——————

leave me an ask in my inbox if you would like to be tagged part two!

505 notes · View notes