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 +
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 +
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+
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+
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 +
