(Heavily inspired by Mitski :3)

The moon seeped into Akaashi's dark bedroom, highlighting the lovesick boy laying on the bed. Akaashi stared up at the ceiling, hugging a pillow close to him as tears poured from his eyes. What had exactly gotten him into this position? Love. Love got him here.

Akaashi and Bokuto, like always, were walking home after practice. While they were walking, a sudden drop of water fell from the sky, causing yet another to follow. At this time, the two tried to find a dry area to stay in for a while. Bokuto, per usual, was ranting on and on, absolutely soaked from the current weather. This led Akaashi, who had been hopelessly in love with this idiot for God knows how long, to accidentally drop an "I love you" bomb. Catching Bokuto clearly off guard, he stared at Akaashi was shock. Still, even hours later, Akaashi had no idea what drove him to walk up to Bokuto and press his own lips against Bokuto's. It was almost a blur, but before he knew it, Bokuto wasn't there. He had been left. He probably scared him off. Or maybe Bokuto now hates him.

As Akaashi played the memory of his absolutely terrible confession over and over again, he began to cry harder. He would give anything for Bokuto to have stayed and kissed him back, again and again and again until they were both breathless. But that didn't happen. And from what Akaashi knows, probably never will.