Thread by @novusdeusz

#BokuAka Akaashi taking the game for them with a perfect setter dump, so calm and calculated and exact. And Bokuto rushing him in a surge of joy and pride, roaring Akaashi’s name as he scoops him up, lifting him under the back of his thighs.

And Akaashi follows his lead,+

wrapping legs around Bokuto’s waist, arms around his neck, clinging to him. He lets himself be held there, breathing in the smell of Bokuto during a match. He’s not one to be loud, to be overly expressive or draw attention to himself. But playing alongside Bokuto,+

playing for Fukurodani, winning these kinds of victories; it releases something in him, his tendency to be well mannered and restrained falls away and feels a shout leave his own throat, hand punching the air, other gripping Bokuto’s hair+

and holding his captain’s face to his chest.

He’s placed back on the ground with such aching gentleness, so different from the way he was lifted, highlighting that beautiful juxtaposition of Bokuto’s character. His captain cups palms to Akaashi’s cheeks before turning+

to the stands, arms spread wide and voice cracking around his own yells. He points to the crowd, and then points to Akaashi, wanting them to cheer louder for him. A roar ripples through the arena; they’re listening to Bokuto, and Akaashi is so overwhelmed,+

fresh tingles erupting down his spine. He can do nothing but stare at Bokuto’s back, at those wide shoulders and the dark hair at the nape of his neck. Akaashi’s fingers clutch tightly at his+

own jersey as he tries to still the pounding of his heart, as he attempts to arrange his expression into something other than love✨

I was thinking about Bokuto’s VB moment, with the panel of Akaashi yelling just as much Bokuto 🤲 and it makes me heart happy

Thank you to the @Fawn_Eyed_Girl for always be so sweet and encouraging 💕