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Bokuto Kōtarō | always pg13, established relationship, comfort happy belated birthday lovely friend @jadedjane 🍰

Summary: A snippet of a softer morning with Bokuto. Please do not attempt Bokuto's jumping at home.

🦉: [1 Image Sent] (Menu) 🦉: Can I PLEAsE bring EVERY appetizer!! 🦉: You would have lunch for days 🦉: Thai tea here SUCKS 🦉: Canceling that from my order 🦉: Iwa is talking about taxes. 🦉: I paid mine …I think 🦉: Did you get home alright? 🦉: So if I came home with no eyebrows

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It’s the same room, the same cool tile that greets you time after time when energy escapes you. Your phone is buzzing somewhere in the dark void of your apartment. You don’t move, guilt summoning itself from the ground and restraining all your limbs. It was a close call today. You didn’t sleep well, you skipped that morning shower, you didn’t take the detour to find another coffee shop when yours was closed. Your eyes had slipped close for a second, a second and that was enough to send the whole day spiraling. The printer stopped working, the storage room key was lost, countless tiny moments that chipped away at your spirit. It’s probably selfish, what you’re doing now too. Turning away from the world. Not a single light turned on, not a single attempt to change your work clothes and put on soft pajamas. You don’t deserve it, your brain supplies. You don’t deserve the softness of nice clothing, a bed or light. Instantly, Kōtarō’s voice breaks through the abyss, “Hey hey hey, can you NOT be mean to my favorite person?” Is exactly what he’d say, to get you out of this funk. You could call him, you should call him. He’d run over in a heartbeat. And yet, you stifle that urge. Bargain with yourself, it’s a mood, it’s temporary. Still, this sadness grows vines that wrap around you tight. Everything feels heavy, even the weight of your eyelids. So you let your eyes clothes, if there’s dust mites burrowing into your hair so be it. You can’t be bothered. Maybe enough of them will take over, claim your body as theirs and you’ll escape the conundrum of a commute, work, cooking and cleaning and adulting.

All of it. Later. Tomorrow. Whatever.

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🦉: Are you watching John Tangerine without me? 🦉: That’s OUR show 🦉: Wait, do you ALWAYS watch it without me first? 🦉: Is that how you know what happens?

🦉: Sunshine?

4 missed calls

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You can’t tell how long it’s been, of you spacing out or falling asleep. Is there a difference? Your bones don’t ache as much as you thought, the floor suddenly shifted into….soft padding? Wait a minute, this is your comforter. And that warmth on your back? That is the body of none other than Bokuto Kōtarō, that little wetness on your shoulder? His drool. You move to turn away but his hands sense your conscious state and pull you flat against him, turning both of you so you’re now his personal heater. “K…Kōtarō….we’re…the floor…” “But I don’t wanna …five more minutes… Sunshine don’t make me–” a grumble and a turn, his arms tighten and he rolls again until your head smacks the non-pillowed floor. You yelp, he startles awake,a blink, then two, and his giant grin. “Good mornin–why, why the frown?” thumbs at the pout you’ve adorned. “Where do we normally sleep, Kōtarō?” “On the bed.” he nuzzles at your neck, the scent calming the previous adrenaline down.”Why is that?” “So our backs don’t hurt.” his hands slide up and down the side of your body, oh your clever boy, trying to distract you is he? “And are we on a bed?” “It’s NOT my fault, you looked so cute, and I thought we could have a sleepover–” “We do, every night.” “I KNOW but, wait…” He gets up abruptly, rearranges the blankets so you’re covered, a stern, “Do not move.” before his heavy steps pad into the kitchen. There’s the familiar sound of take out being opened and plated, your microwave beeping and Kōtarō humming along. You can picture him wiggling his butt every so slightly at the 5 second countdown. Greasy, heavy, deliciousness fills the room as he brings over the reheated plates and spoons. “I need to wash my face–” “I did, I used the wipes, like you showed me, even did the–” he pats his face four times, “that you do after cleaning.” Sweet, your Kōtarō is so sweet. “So this dish was the tastiest of the bunch. We should start our day with this, and then…” one would think Kōtarō is being bullish. Not pointing out the state of your being, still in work clothes, still a little sad, still a little dazed, defeat trying to pull you back down into a lull–but he’s your Kōtarō. Treating you the same regardless of the heavy rain that pours in your heart. “Sunshine?” Graceful athlete, moves the plates up and away as you crowd into his form, surely, his chest has more than enough room for you. Burrow in, hide yourself in his ribs, Bokuto’s arms come to close around you. Spinning slightly, so he’s supported by the coffee table, hands rubbing up and down your back. He knows, without you saying, yesterday sucked. And still, you’re his brave brave brave precious sun, who smiled bright, telling him to go to the reunion. That you were simply tired, nothing sleep wouldn’t cure. But nothing even comes close, does it? To the hugs he gives. A little too strong, the squeeze never letting up, the scent of his body wash mixed with your shampoo, the way his heart beats proudly in his chest. This s the place you’ve gotten used to for relief, for ease, for soothing and…”I’m not hungry—” “One bite…” your Kōtarō knows tender, softens his voice in a way that melts away any protest, you take the bite. He hums at the noise you let out, eyes going bright, another spoonful ready, raised at your lips. “You said one.” “And this is one too–” Just like that, he makes sure you’re fed, held safe in his arms, watching the way your expression changes with each new dish. He really did bring back every appetizer and despite sleep lingering in his eyes, plated said appetizers carefully so they don’t touch.

“H…how was the reunion?” He could talk about caterpillars and you’d listen, watch his face shift and the tone of his voice fluctuate as he parades over the chaotic events. Enough so that you can slip free from his arms, but not from him. Bokuto follows, of course. Like an owl flies to the moon, he flies close to your light, eager to bask in your comments. Ever so protective of him after all, what does that Kuroo get by flustering your Kōtarō huh?

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You both make quick work of the morning hygiene routine, Kōtarō insisting today is a pajama day because he hasn’t let go of the idea of a sleepover. Yes it’s the weekend and yes the weather may be nice but it doesn’t compare to the half of you. He wants to indulge, give that playful side of you reason to come out and play. Watches as you indulge in the tiny bit of skin care you have, immediately sitting on the counter, half hanging off, face right into yours, “Me too, Me too.”

His hair always clings to water, it drips down onto the floor, so you grab a towel, he leans further down, “You’re going to hurt your neck pretty boy, don’t do that.” It’s okay if you have to stand on your tiptoes to help dry his hair. It’s a rare treat, Kōtarō with his hair down, soft, fluffy, malleable without the gels and hairspray. Your hand tangles a bit when you check for dryness, “We both need haircuts…” Another thing you’ve failed to do.

A sigh escapes as Bokuto Kōtarō puts his arms around your hips and pulls you forward, oh so serious, “Why …..” pulls you into a hug, shakes both of you from side to side a little, “no being mean to my favorite person.”

Oh, you adore Kōtarō, the one who doesn’t limit his love. Moderation? What use is it when he knows how the sun shines in your eyes? How your laugh could light the night sky? Why should he hold back? In the home both of you have made, in the mischief you two share? Hands tracing infinity signs into your skin, maybe if he does this enough a spell will be cast and you’ll stay with him forever and ever. “Hmm, not using the lotion then huh?” He lifts his head up, a pout already forming, “AKAASHI took it from me! Said his girlfriend would appreciate it more than I do!” “How rude!” “Isn’t it!” But he’s kinda secretly happy, because now your hands are tracing lotion over his, working it into the calloused palms and his long fingers. Ever so tender, his eyes watching your face full of adoration “You’re so nice to me.”

“Because you’re nice to me.”

He tries, he really really tries. Kōtarō admits it’s taken him a while to slow down, ease out of his incessant drive to do and fix and achieve. You’ve softened him up in all the right ways, helped him learn more and more about social cues. And really, it’s a testament to your teaching and his learning, that he asks, “How…are you doing?...you missed my calls.” “Better, since…you’re here.” He’s so in love, four words and he’s left speechless, breathless. One hand of yours comes to close his mouth as you drift back to the delicious takeout.

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You do talk to him, about the heaviness, he’d package it all in a luggage and ship it to hell if he could. Takes it upon himself to look up cruise tickets because that's the legal way to ship a human to Antarctica, hell on Earth for someone who hates the cold. “You cannot do that to the penguins, no one would be around my supervisor, Kōtarō.” “REALLY? Because John Tangerine can ship his enemies there? And I’m not allowed to send yours?” He huffs, crosses his arms, indignant.

“Is it because he’s mysterious?” Why have you, and all your friends, fallen for this actor John Tangerine? He’s heard the way you coo at your phone, the way your friends go to his fanmeets. He’s …some dude, some guy. Handsome, sure. Heck, Kōtarō will admit, John Tangerine has that charisma to him too but…but…”Tell ME. What’s so great about him anyways?” What does John Tangerine have that Kōtarō doesn’t? “Is it his hair?”

“You don’t need to be John Tangerine. I like you as you are.” Yeah but it’s John Tangerine movies you watch repeatedly. But you’re giggling and slightly blushing at a cheesy joke John is making on screen. “Oh, this is the best part, Kōtarō, did you know John practiced this jump…” Kōtarō does know, you only tell him every time you watch this movie. But he listens anyways, eyes glued to your face, your lips, that happy smile and nose scrunch when John lands on the taxi roof, he has it all memorized already and still it’d never be enough. It’s probably selfish, what he’s doing right now. Rewinds the scene because you were “talking too loud…” when really, really he wants to see you make those faces again. Because you always, unconsciously, turn to Kōtarō – cling at his arm and squeeze, like you’re both in on the biggest secret, *gasp* John is the spy! There’s a list of chores to be done, trash to be taken out, bills to be paid, adulting creeping around the bend and Kōtarō sweeps you into his arms, “I could probably land that jump too!” “Kōtarō, no.” “Kōtarō, yes.” A giggle, moving of furniture, a badly mimicked scenario for Bokuto Kōtarō to recreate the famous John Tangerine jump.

He does this jump, again and again, until your bellies hurt from laughing, until you fall to the floor clutching your stomachs and even he makes another attempt to jump. Because your laugh is what blocks out the rest of the world, the daunting pressure of being a professional athlete, the fact his last tweet had a glaring typo, that he really wanted you to be greedy and tell him to come home last night. But that’s okay, he’ll keep doing this until all of that doubt clears. That’s his in it for life, with you.

In the future, when you do eventually call, he wants you to know without a doubt; he’ll drop everything and run right over. Sure, John Tangerine can cross fences like it’s nothing and woo the ladies and is a professional spy but does John Tangerine have the most precious sunshine holding him this close?

Tracing the softest hands over his face? John Tangerine will never ever know.

Because you?

You are Kōtarō’s later, tomorrow, whenever, always.

#haikyuu fic #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #bokuto koutarou always #april writes #i am so sorry it's late #hope this cheers you up a little bit #no john tangerines were harmed #he is a highly supervised gentleman #header is an edit of a manga panel screencap i took

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