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Bokuaka AU where Akaashi runs a cosplay account but doesn't reveal his face and gender. Bokuto, upon stumbling on his account, mistakes Akaashi for a girl and messages him asking for his number.
—our protagonists
—the boyz™
—pretty babies squad
1. The beginning
2. Bokuto has an idea
3. Bokuto's idea...
*ootd sorry i'm a dumbass
4. Maybe if Bokuto was gay...
4. Maybe if Bokuto was gay...
5. Meanwhile, Akaashi...
6. Bokuto's chance...?
7. #AskKashi
8. When she... 
9. 
10. Number?
—quick break for a reminder to please quote instead of replying because it might break the thread !! i really appreciate the feedback though, tysm 
11. You don't know this but Bokuto's screaming. Literally.
12. Bokuto messages the gays
13. TFW you realize Bokuto's a dumbass 
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14. Have my kids
14. Have my kids
15. Akaashi's friends are back home
16. What's Up
17. CHA CHA SMOOTH
18. Tokyo Buddies
19. AKAASHI WHO???
20. S-s-senpai!
21. Bokuto has infiltrated
22. Bokuto is a simp.
23. Stalker alert
24. The gays spitting facts
25. Someone help Bokuaka
26. Hinata is not having it
27. Bokuto is contemplating...
28. Akaashi is also a simp, Hinata doesn't know what to do with him.
29. Bokuto did the number two
30. Bokuto grows some balls
31. Akaashi replies
32. The Long-Awaited... Reveal.
33. HDUEOSJSOSM
34. Bro...
35. RIP, Bokuto
36. Akaashi is not having it
37. Akaashi Keiji
38. When he 
39. Bokuto Koutarou
40. Sleepover +
41. Two Months Later...
42. First Sem Tomorrow
43. Boys Just Wanna Have Fun
44. Aaand... they're drunk
45. First Day Thingz 
46. Early and... Lost(?)
47. Kageyama spots Hinata and...
dear readers, i would like to know if you'd like written chapters or stick only to social media (there will still be social media if i add written chapters) if we stick to social media, there will be parts (mostly irl interactions) that won't be added here so it's your choise uwu
48. Hinata has a sensitive nose
49. Bokuto was dying.
All the training he endured during high school in volleyball club didn't prepare him enough for him to be able to endure a marathon from the other side of campus to his AP Lit class.
All the training he endured during high school in volleyball club didn't prepare him enough for him to be able to endure a marathon from the other side of campus to his AP Lit class.
Bokuto had sweat (and tears) in his eyes, his hands clammy, his jeans tight and his white shirt transparent from the sweat and the water bottle he may or may not have (accidentally) poured on himself while he was running.
He really didn't think his classes through—because he just /had/ to make his first class in the morning, on the other side of where his dorm was.
It didn't matter now, anyway, he wouldn't be able to change his classes even if he begged and cried in front of the dean's office.
It didn't matter now, anyway, he wouldn't be able to change his classes even if he begged and cried in front of the dean's office.
Bokuto managed to slip in the back of his class without the professor noticing—sliding in the nearest available seat he saw.
He was panting, trying to catch his breath, when he noticed a pair of eyes on him.
He was panting, trying to catch his breath, when he noticed a pair of eyes on him.
Bokuto turned to his right to see a boy with hair as dark as charcoal, eyes sharp and cat-like, and pink lips forming a frown.
He blinked. "Do I know you?"
The stranger's frown deepened. "I don't think so. Sorry, I thought you looked familiar."
He blinked. "Do I know you?"
The stranger's frown deepened. "I don't think so. Sorry, I thought you looked familiar."
Bokuto nodded slowly at the strange and pretty student sitting next to him. "Okay..."
He thought he heard a loud smack a few seats behind him.
He thought he heard a loud smack a few seats behind him.
50. Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell
