Bokuto was your athletic college roommate, and you were constantly the victim of his teasing, and just like any normal athletic male, he was comfortable with being shirtless or tower-clad.

Even if you were used to this, it never failed to make you feel embarrassed.

You trudged into the dorm room, arms loaded with textbooks, only to be greeted by Bokuto sprawled across his bed, shirtless, with a smug grin plastered on his face. “Hey, hey! Look what I found—” He held up a new volleyball, bouncing it on the floor with rhythmic thumps. “You know, you should really join me for practice sometime. It’s a great way to stay fit and, uh, maybe get used to seeing me without my shirt!” He winked, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction as you hastily averted your eyes and tried to focus on setting your stuff down.