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Success— a bokuaka drabble thread
Akaashi had always been pushed to do his best.
His earliest memory as a child he had scraped his knee and came to his mother crying. She placed down her mug with a long sigh.
“Keiji.” She said firmly. “Stay here. You’re fine, stop crying.”
Akaashi had always been pushed to do his best.
His earliest memory as a child he had scraped his knee and came to his mother crying. She placed down her mug with a long sigh.
“Keiji.” She said firmly. “Stay here. You’re fine, stop crying.”
Keiji watched her leave and brought his shaky fist to his face to wipe his tears, sniffling. His mom rarely got mad. Scolding was different. Mad was what his father got when he had brought home with a bad test grade.
She wasn’t like that. Being ignored was better than being yelled at.
“Alright,” His mother kneeled down in front of him. “Watch me. You’re old enough that once I teach you, I won’t be doing it again. I got this from the bathroom.” She had told him. He knew he better remember
“Alright,” His mother kneeled down in front of him. “Watch me. You’re old enough that once I teach you, I won’t be doing it again. I got this from the bathroom.” She had told him. He knew he better remember
His mother held up the small first aid kid and took out some tissues to wipe the blood.
Keiji bit his lip, trying to keep himself from crying more. His family never liked it when he showed weakness. They never cried. Only his sister was allowed to cry. She was the exception.
Keiji bit his lip, trying to keep himself from crying more. His family never liked it when he showed weakness. They never cried. Only his sister was allowed to cry. She was the exception.
Simply because she had to be loved more right? She did better in school than him. His parents must not have seen that in him.
They ignored him until he did something wrong. If he cried he would get a slap on the face. Maybe that’s why he cried so much.
He wanted attention.
They ignored him until he did something wrong. If he cried he would get a slap on the face. Maybe that’s why he cried so much.
He wanted attention.
At six years old he had realized that logic was more important than how you felt.
But years later, meeting Bokuto Koutarou had changed that. His world had been an explosion of color the moment he met him.
But years later, meeting Bokuto Koutarou had changed that. His world had been an explosion of color the moment he met him.
Sparks flew whenever their hands touched. Kissing each other under the moonlight on the roof. He didn’t fall in love that moment.
Bokuto did.
Bokuto did.
No, Keiji knew he loved this man a few weeks after that. They had been waiting in the train station, the sound of pouring rain came from nowhere and made him jump. Instead of holding him closer, Koutarou had jumped up and grabbed his hands. He basically dragged him to the door.
His feet pressed tightly against the floor, almost tripping himself to get Koutarou to quit it.
Koutarou had the audacity to look at him all confused and pouty, “Why’d you stop me?”
“Why are you taking me out into the rain! Well miss our train and then—“
Koutarou had the audacity to look at him all confused and pouty, “Why’d you stop me?”
“Why are you taking me out into the rain! Well miss our train and then—“
Keiji was cut off by a quick kiss, both of them lightening their grip. “Babe you need to live a little and trust me.” Bokuto had whispered against his lips and Keiji could only nod.
Okay. He would live a little. Just this once. Keiji wordlessly followed Bokuto into the rain.
Okay. He would live a little. Just this once. Keiji wordlessly followed Bokuto into the rain.
He let Bokuto take his hands and move them into a dance with only the rain as their music. Slowly they had fallen into a rhythm. Koutarou’s hands had found Keiji’s waist halfway through.
Awkwardly Akaashi wrapped his arms around Koutarou’s neck and pulled himself close to the man to rest his head on his shoulder.
Keiji knew in that moment he was head over heels in love and there was no getting out.
Not that he had wanted to.
Keiji knew in that moment he was head over heels in love and there was no getting out.
Not that he had wanted to.
Because his parents could teach him that to get through life you had to succeed. And to succeed you couldn’t let yourself get emotional. Keiji realized that night he didn’t want to succeed if he couldn’t do it with Koutarou at his side.
It just wasn’t worth it.
It just wasn’t worth it.
End of thread
