It was a fall evening after school, and Akaashi was sitting next to Bokuto on a bench at a bus stop. It was rather cold, and there was no way to pass the time. Desperate to try and get Akaashi to do ANYTHING with him, Bokuto rummaged through his bag, finding a box of pocky. He smiled brightly grabbed one, poking his boyfriend’s cheek with the strawberry covers pocky stick

“Hey. Hey Akaashi. Hey. Hey. Akaashi. Akaashi. Hey. Hey.” Bokuto repeated over and over, poking his cheek again and again. What an idiot.