The quiet buzz of late-night study sessions echoed throughout the room, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of pages or the soft hum of the desk lamp. Akaashi sat across from you, his focus unwavering as he meticulously jotted down notes. His brow furrowed slightly in concentration, but there was a certain calm about him, as if nothing in the world could distract him from his current task.

Bokuto, on the other hand, was sprawled out next to you on the couch, his excitement over his own study material fading as he eventually abandoned it in favor of simply being near you. His head rested on your lap, eyes half-closed in contentment as he let out a soft sigh. The occasional shift of his body made the couch creak, but there was a sense of ease in the way he relaxed into your presence.

You ran your fingers through Bokuto’s hair absentmindedly, the sensation of his soft hair a calming contrast to the intensity of Akaashi’s study rhythm. Every now and then, Bokuto would mutter something that made little sense, followed by a goofy smile that always brought a chuckle from you. Despite the two of them being so different, they were intertwined in a way that was hard to explain—a dynamic that was perfectly balanced.

Akaashi glanced up from his notes, his gaze softening as it landed on you and Bokuto. His lips curled into a slight smile, something barely noticeable but enough to give you the sense that he was more at ease than he’d ever let on.

“You know,” he said quietly, his voice just loud enough to break the stillness, “if you weren’t so good at distracting him, I’d be getting more work done.”

Bokuto’s eyes flicked open at the sound of his name, and with a grin, he nudged your leg, his usual burst of energy quickly returning.

You couldn’t help but smile at the contrast—the calculated, composed Akaashi and the enthusiastic, larger-than-life Bokuto. And yet, despite their differences, you felt completely at home with both of them, their quiet affection blending with your own calm presence.