Bokuto was in love. He had been in love for a long time. He was never the type to hesitate, he was always honest with his own feelings, love was never a problem, until you became his best friend when you were still a teenager. He saw how your idiot boyfriends didn't treat you well and how they were just meaningless pastimes for you. But what could he do? He had been hiding it since he was 15!

He was already 23 years old, he was so exhausted from all this, so exhausted from all this playing and deception, I mean, you and he had already kissed each other when you were drunk enough to no longer care about crossing the boundaries of friendship. You had missed your first kiss together when you met shortly after puberty, you were both thoughtless idiots, he hadn't even realized he was still in love with you even back then.

And here you two were, him sitting on one of the bar stools watching you dance while drinking on the dance floor, he was drinking carefully, he didn't want to leave you completely careless out there, you needed someone to protect you and he would play the role as your 'best friend'. He sighed when Kuroo started chattering next to him, the host of the party was drunk as hell, Bokuto bit the inside of his own cheek when he heard Kuroo whining about his girlfriend who was traveling with no time for him. Bokuro was too distracted to pay attention, his eyes on you. He wanted to be your boyfriend.

His eyes traveled over you, he wanted so badly to cry and beg for a chance, he would accept anything as long as it was you. He ran his hands nervously through his gray hair when he saw you approaching and pulling him into a bathroom, it was the women's bathroom, he shouldn't be there! Oh, you were drunk, he realized that when he saw you approaching him with your little fingers resting on his chest, trying to reach his height, probably to indulge in one of the kisses you used to give when you were drunk and were in need of touch "This is the ladies' room, I shouldn't be here. We should take you home."