Akaashi has nightmares. Bokuto knows this, but even still it surprises him when he feels him move in the bed.
He'll start gasping, and Bokuto will turn over, trying to wake him. He'll put a hand to his shoulder and squeeze, sometimes to his hip, +
sometimes to his cheek. But will always reach for him knowing that when his eyes open he'll be searching for his hand.
"Keiji," Bokuto whispers, sitting up in their bed, half naked in the dark leaning over his husband. "Keiji wake up."
Akaashi's hand clutches into the pillow+
case, eyes squeezed shut and tears dripping from his lashes. His mouth is open, but no air is choked through his lungs. He's silent in his suffering.
Bokuto lays down. Sometimes it's no use, he can't wake him and he's forced to wait. Bokuto can't ever sleep when this happens. +
"Please."
Akaashi eyes fling open, pupils dark and large, trying to see in a world not meant to be looked at. And the first thing he sees is Bokuto looking back at him.
His eyes well up again.
"Koutarou..." his voice cracks and Bokuto brings a hand to his cheek.
"I know," +
he says, "what was it now?"
Akaashi moves away and Bokuto lets him, opening his arm for him to crawl closer, which he does. He presses his forehead to the center of Bokuto's chest and takes the deepest breath Bokuto always sees in the night. A breath that makes him shake. +
"You did something terrible. you betrayed me. then left."
Akaashi's words are muffled by Bokuto's skin, but he can hear him just fine.
"Oh, I'm sorry." he holds him tighter and Akaashi shakes his head.
"It wasn't really you," he says and then he whispers it again. +
"It wasn't really you."
Akaashi has nightmares. They're not often, but every time Bokuto wakes and sits with him until he stops crying. He holds him and sometimes he cries with him. Not out of sadness, or pity, but out of guilt, because he can do nothing but sit there and wait.+
He's helpless, and useless to Akaashi and sometimes he hates himself for it.
Bokuto bends his head and presses a kiss to to Akaashi's crown. He really is sorry.
"I wont ever do those things Keiji, I wont ever hurt you." Bokuto's words feel empty to him, because how could he +
promise such a thing? But what else can he say? "I promise."
Akaashi's voice is small as he explains the dream, and Bokuto listens, as his words blend seamlessly into the dark, creating phantoms there. He seems so fragile, like glass or a baby bird. like something that is +
completely at the mercy of their world. And it makes Bokuto want to protect him. He wants to hold him closer, to never leave his side.
Bokuto holds tighter to Akaashi, words starting to slur from tiredness. Bokuto doesn't know how to sleep like this, with Akaashi's fears +
absorbed inside of him. So he doesn't. He waits until Akaashi falls back to sleep and holds him until morning. And when Akaashi wakes and asks if he slept again, he smiles and says,
"Yes."
//END
I've been watching gentle shows with beautiful writing and wanted to do something sad and tender. I had a dream like this once and this was what my girlfriend at the time said to me, so I wanted to do that with Bokuaka.
Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading! #Haikyuu#Threadfics
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Akaashi rummages through his drawers, pulling out shirts and socks and clothing that are long past needing to be replaced. He checks the socks for holes and tosses the ones with them. He holds a shirt up to his chest, looking down before balling +
it up and throwing it into the pile next to him. He's been wanting to clean out his closet for a while, and with his vacation coming up he finally decided to procrastinate packing by doing this.
Akaashi pushes aside a clump of clothes, but his fingers snag on something and he +
stops. he pulls it out, the long stockings coming out like a thread from a sweater. He pulls it up over his head until it snaps free. He looks at them, brows bunched. Where did he get these?
Akaashi stares at them for a moment, and then it clicks. Kenma gave him them for his +
Akaashi's hand rolls with the wind as they drive. Bokuto's behind the wheel and there's an electric song on the radio. Akaashi kinda wishes they could play it on repeat. He wishes this could never end.
It was Bokuto's idea. To drive out+
to the coast. Akaashi's been upset and stressed about school now for a while, his finale year building on top of him. His shoulders have been heavy.
Akaashi watches the dim blue of the sky as the sun sets. There's no bright color sky, only a shadow of clouds and the mist of the +
ocean. He hasn't been here in years, the last time he was at the beach was a family vacation when he was younger. Either that or his middle school trip. It's crazy to think he didn't know Bokuto back then, and now... now he's dating him. It's actually been month since they +
Akaashi is notoriously afraid of planes. The shaking and trembling of his seat sends shock waves through him that make his heart thunder louder than any worldly collapse.
He grips into the arm rests, knuckles turning white. He holds his breath.+
And the only thought that races through his head is the sound of his laugh. He's stuck in his head and it's the only thing keeping the tears from perching on his lashes.
The plane shutters and bounces and Akaashi gasps, and almost whispers his name.
He's always loved his smile+
, the way it shines every time, even when talking about something dumb. It's the only thing that feels good when he's numb.
"Bokuto-san," Akaashi whispers, and his nails dig into the plastic. His heart races into his throat and Akaashi wants to sob. He wants to sob out of regret+
Bokuto is obsessed with kissing Akaashi. There's nothing he wouldn't give to kiss him. He could do it all day if Akaashi would only let him.
He's obsessed with the perfect curve of his cupids bow, the soft plush of his bottom lip, and how when they're kissing +
he can feel how warm they are, and how red they get after.
He really could kiss him all day, but above all Bokuto's favorite time to kiss Akaashi is really late at night.
Akaashi's entire face will take on a lazy, happy, daze after working. As he gets up from his desk and +
comes to the couch to sit, and curl into Bokuto lap, Bokuto will be overcome with the need to kiss him.
"Can you sit up?" He'll ask and Akaashi will groan asking why before he does.
Then gently and quietly Bokuto will say, "Because I want to kiss you." Before leaning in. +