A volleyball dork.
This fanfiction is for the amazing sailorbisexual on tumblr! Hope she likes it, it was really funny write this story and we all knowhow much we love BokuAka. A lot of headcanons are property of akaashie on
tumblr: senpai, thank you for all! You really helped me, and you are wonderful
and fucking great. Love ya. So, the prompt is: “Can someone please write a
BokuAka fic that’s basically the plot-line of skater boy by Avril Lavigne (Bokuto
being the skater boy, of course)?”.
Enjoy this first chapter! (In AO3 too)
A volleyball dork.
When I met Bokuto Koutarou five years ago, I didn’t
know a lot about him. He was a person that I went to almost daily, a person I
talked to, but I didn’t really know him. I didn’t know the demons he was
fighting against, his difficulties, I didn’t know even his favourite flavour of
Garigari-kun ice lolly. Mine was pear, though.
In short, we were practically strangers. But there was
a fact, I clearly remember it, that made the turning point in our lives.
He was in the second year of middle school (so he was
almost 15 years old), and I was in the first. I can still notice an innocent
thrill in his voice, but that day that thrill was more intense, it had new
shades of emotions.
“Akaashi” he told me, friendly placing a hand over my
thin shoulders “I’ve fallen in love. Oh, Akaashi, it’s such a wonderful thing,
don’t you think it is wonderful? Really it is!”.
I, a 13-year-old boy still unstable on my legs,
couldn’t understand Bokuto’s emphasis: “Ah, I see… and who’s the lucky one?”
I asked, quite emotionless. In fact I wasn’t particularly interested because,
as I said, Bokuto and I weren’t that confident talking to each other.
But the sight of him being so excited and impatient,
like everything he had inside was almost moving and I couldn’t break that
“She’s in my same class, I don’t know if actually you have ever seen her but…
Awazu Ai’s her name, she’s beautiful and tall and she smells lovely! Ah, I love
her so much…” he said, and I could swear he was shining like a shoujo-manga
girly girl’s eyes.
“Does she play volleyball?” I asked instinctively. In
fact our biggest obsession was volleyball, and we still can’t live without this
amazing sport. We used to play it in the school club, and we were always in gym
after school practising tosses and spikes. I played as an aspirant setter, and
Bokuto was a clumsy wing spiker. He was a little fucked up and awkward… but I
was far-sighted enough to see his unexpressed potential. All of that adrenaline
and stamina could somehow be channeled in the right
direction and then he would have sparkled like a star. But
unfortunately I was the only one to see him like this, and Awazu wasn’t an
I met her for the first time some days after hearing
her name from Bokuto’s in love lips and I admit I was completely dazzled by
her. She had that aura of perfection, that impecable behavior, that delicate
voice that charmed everyone. She was a
fragile-looking girl, who spoke with a selected elite, and the others could
only dream to speak to her. Maybe they all were too scared to contaminate her,
I don’t know. I was not like them; if I had any
interest in her, I would have immediately stepped forward.
Bokuto, however, was too involved and he was too afraid to even approach her. The only words they
exchanged was school-related, and my new friend doesn’t feel brave enough to go
to her and say something more.
I tried to give him strength, to understand him, to keep up
as close as possible; I am an unselfish person somehow and slowly I was
becoming fond of that senpai, who was so special.
month passed before Bokuto finally decided to speak to her, and in that
time I began to understand that
something was wrong with my friend, and it somewhat involved his bizzare
He came to
me after training, tearful, pinning me to the wall and shaking me by my
shoulders. Bokuto was already stronger than me, much more huge, and I had a
very little chance to escape his grasp.
he whimpered, burying his face in the crook of my neck “She… she rejected
“What? You have already told her your feelings?!”.
nodded sadly, and I raised my eyes to heaven: “Why did you do that-” I asked,
but I had no time to say something more: he forcefully pressed his lips on
mine. I was shocked: I felt his overwhelming presence on me, I was just a child
and he was barely a teenager.
away after a few seconds, panting, while I was looking at him with wide eyes.
But I didn’t run away: I felt that something was wrong, I knew that he would
never have done something so petty.
you do that?” I simply asked, without interrupting our eye contact. He stammered something that sounded like an
“I’m sorry” and then he took his hands off me, collapsing to the ground. I sat
down next to him, calm as always: “What’s up, Bokuto-san?”.
sorry, Akaashi. I was sad. I am sad. I don’t know what I did. My heart
is completely broken. You’re a dear, dear friend Akaashi. P-Please don’t go
And so I
did. I stayed with him until he calmed down, gently threading my fingers
through his white-black hair, reassuring him. I had to go talk to that Awazu,
and I had to ask her what exactly she had said to my friend.
after I looked for her, but in vain: she always had something to do. I saw her
only one time that week, but it was the only episode. For the rest, there was
no way to trace her.
later, to my surprise, she came to me during volleyball training: she stayed
stiffly at the entrance of the gym, and called me. I was really astonished, and
at the same time curious to know what’s she was going to tell me. Maybe she was there just to tell me to stop
pestering her… I had no idea.
right?” she greeted politely “We have to talk about something really
hesitated a little: “Kouta… Koutarou-kun”.
even doing it on purpose, I became suspicious: “If you are here to break his
heart again, you can go away right now”.
been an outspoken guy, with a glorious poker face. I wasn’t afraid of that
popular girl from peanuts. She made an astonished face: “What do you mean with I
broke his heart? It c-can’t be possible, I haven’t said anything
have. And I can’t forgive you. At least I hope you have apologized to him”.
her head and said: “Akaashi-kun… you are really a friend of Koutarou-kun,
aren’t you? It’s j-just curiosity…”.
it was ironic that she, unconsciously, brought us closer to each other.
know him very well…”.
again, beginning to get irritated: “Yes, what are you getting at?”.
lightly, taking a deep breath, and then she said: “I… I like Koutarou-kun!”.