When Akaashi eventually drags himself out of his bedroom, he looks sort of hazy. But it’s a proper thing, the way people are supposed to look when they’ve just woken up, as opposed to the typical, I’ve-gone-four-days-on-six-hours-of-sleep exhausted look.
So there’s a possibility that Bokuto didn’t actually screw things up at all. There’s a possibility that something about last night worked.
Bokuto doesn’t know where he stands on his feelings for his new roommate. He thinks he likes him. He definitely likes sleeping with him. Not that anyone has to know about that.