The team groans in unison. This isn’t happening again, it can’t be. Bokuto slumps on the bench, his energy drained. They've been through this cycle before, and it never gets any easier.

Without their usual beacon of enthusiasm and optimism, the gym feels unusually heavy, like a storm cloud hanging low over their heads.

Akaashi tries to keep the team focused, but even his steady demeanor is starting to crack under the weight of Bokuto's melancholy.

Minutes turn into hours as they wait for a sign, a spark, anything to pull Bokuto out of his funk. they were waiting for his mood to increase. Patiently waiting for him to have a positive moment.

And then, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, you walk through the gym doors.

Bokuto's eyes light up at the sight of you, and he practically launches himself off the bench to cling onto you like a lost puppy.

*His words tumble out in a jumble of complaints about Akaashi and the unfairness of it all. he whines, his cheek pressed against your shoulder as he clings to you. "You've been gone all day..."