Disclaimer: the next two chapters are not mine they're just ones that stuck with me and I found sweet.
All credit goes to: y-ye on Fanfiction.net
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On the whole, Bokuto had never thought about the future that much. He said it would happen, but he wasn't there yet, so he didn't bother worrying. In turn, Akaashi never worried about the future when he was with Bokuto- just whenever he wasn't. His parents were strict, but kind as long as his grades were good. They still eyed Bokuto with distaste sometimes, but his class placement was actually rather high, so they tolerated him as long as it didn't surpass Akaashi's.
Akaashi had always seen the leader Bokuto would be. His mood radiated from himself to everyone that surrounded him like sunlight and he could convince even the most stringent of people to relax when he tried. He kind of envied that, but mostly, he adored Bokuto for it instead. Admired the ability to be so free with how he felt.
So it wasn't exactly a surprise when Bokuto got a confession in the first year of Junior High. She had bleached hair, dimples, and a bright smile. She offered him a small bag of white chocolate. It was no surprise when Bokuto accepted her request.
It lasted oh, maybe four days. (Akaashi had trouble counting them because each hour had felt distorted when Bokuto said he "couldn't hang out today because I've got a date, sorry Akaashi!" when now that they were in different schools he didn't get to see Bokuto every day, losing even more of their small moment together.) Bokuto's mood thickened the very air with a sourness after the breakup. He sought out Akaashi, making a point to wait outside his school's gate, scuffing a foot and yanking at the loose thread on his blazer.
"Bokuto?" Akaashi questioned as he approached him. The rest of his classmates avoided Bokuto, eyeing him warily.
"Akaashi!" Bokuto immediately brightened, waving a hand high in the air despite Akaashi being a meter in front of him. "Wanna walk home together?"
"But your girlfriend...?" Akaashi asked, immediately wincing when the mood soured again.
"Aya isn't my girlfriend anymore." Bokuto's face was that curious blank slate that only happened when he was really trying to ignore something hurtful. Akaashi nodded slowly.
"Do you want ice cream?"
"Yeah! Ma gave me my allowance yesterday, so I still have some left! But it's your treat next time~"
"Yes, yes, of course it is."
When Akaashi and Bokuto parted ways, he felt contentment settle deep in his belly. Bokuto was single again, as he should be. Akaashi just didn't know why.
When Akaashi entered middleschool, he never got a confession. His limbs were like rails, his elbows and knees a little too big, he was a bit of a late bloomer... He didn't really shoot up until the last few weeks of Junior High, rather suddenly. And then there were exams to worry about, so no one ever asked.
Bokuto on the other hand had over a dozen confessions, most of which he accepted. Akaashi hated waiting for them to end. (Bokuto didn't tell him why he broke up with any of the girls.)
They started to play volleyball together, and both started to thrive. Akaashi more quietly than Bokuto, but thrive all the same. Akaashi never regretted it, and excused it to his parents as something to put under clubs for college, showing his ability to commit and participate. The moment his grades slipped, though... It was hard to convince them to let him stay on the team. But he did, and his grades didn't slip again. Even when he had to wait another year to play with Bokuto.
