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Bokuto x Reader

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It is written by  ThatGingahNinja on deviantart

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Koutarou Bokuto was in a great mood. He had finally graduated high school and would be going to a college with an excellent volleyball team so that he could continue to play. On top of that, he got to spend tonight with all of his best friends at an awesome party full of free food, volleyball chatter, and loads of cute girls telling him how amazing it was to watch him play at the Spring Nationals.

The only thing that could make this night better would be if he could convince you to dance with him. He had focused so hard on ball throughout high school that he'd never worked out how to actually date someone at the same time. Being outgoing and flirty was part of his nature and having girls come up and compliment his skills on the court certainly wasn't a negative as far as he was concerned, but when it came to somebody he could actually see himself dating, there was really only one girl.

Besides his teammates, no one had been there for him like you had. Other classmates constantly talked about how Bokuto was only cool on the court, while in school his grades weren't special, he was always saying something idiotic, and he came off as kind of an airhead. They respected him and his reputation to his face, but behind his back they called him stupid. He wasn't really that concerned about it usually. To be honest, he was kind of an airhead. Sometimes, though, it would go too far or be too obvious and put him in a dismal mood. During times like that, when his best friend Akaashi wasn't around (the two were in different school years), there was still someone willing to help snap him out of his funk.

"Oi, Koutarou. What's the issue?" you would ask.

He usually gave a short explanation and then sat silently. If he felt like sulking, you would let him for a bit before eventually reminding him to stop being such an idiot about things.

"Who cares if you're not the smartest in class or if you're kind of a dork..." you would usually start.

"Not helping," he would pout, though it was a farce. He knew what you were getting at.

"The point is not a single one of them can do what you can do...not another high schooler in all of Tokyo...and only three other teens in Japan had higher skill than you! Let them say whatever they want. You're a hell of a cool guy!"

"Do you have to throw in that I'm only 4th every time?" he would moan. He would try to keep convincingly pouting as he nudged your shoulder with his, but it never worked. He was always smiling again by that point.

"Hey! I'm just calling it like I see it!" you would say, nudging him right back.

Then he would inevitably ruin the moment by saying, "Admit it! You're just trying to get me to kiss you so some of my talent rubs off on you!" followed by him leaning forward and puckering his lips in a very over exaggerated manner.

You would scoff and put your hand in his face, holding him back with your fingers to his forehead. "Sorry, Koutarou. Even the great Ace of Fukurodani isn't that cool!"

It came across as just a joke between friends every time, but it wasn't the way he would have preferred it. He almost hoped one of those times you would actually kiss him or that maybe you would confess, taking some of the tension out of the his pining, but he supposed things were better the way they were. Volleyball pretty much consumed his free time.

Now, though, the both of you had graduated. Now he wouldn't see you in class daily. Now he would lose his chance completely if he said or did nothing.