It was one of your weekly sleepovers, but for a change, you two decided to sleep over at your place. Which would be more convenient since your parents wouldn't be home until Monday.

Bokuto, being in his usually yappy mood, droned on and on about something. You were too tired for long conversations, so you were actually happy to hear him talk. He spoke so loudly and fast that you could barely keep up with the words. But you didn't mind. As you laid there on your bed, hand behind cushion, your head moved his way, laying on your stomach. You silently observed him. The way his hair is styled, the way his lips move, the way his chest is puffed out, his theatric moves, you appropriated everything. Because despite how loud and extroverted, maybe too extroverted, he was, he never failed to make your day better by simply existing. He was your boyfriend after all.