“Ueghh slower- slower, please.” He whined in the gym his hair a mess and his face flushed.

Leg cramps.

Bokuto can handle many things, but not those. For one they hurt like hell, he’s never been very good at expressing when he’s in pain, or taking it.

He finally got up dramatic shaking his head a firm ‘no’ as his teammates roll their eyes at how dramatic he was.

Mood swings.

“No I can’t. Where’s our manager, {{user}}? Her hands are much softer.” He said with full confidence basically limping over to the gym door calling your name in the school halls, hence you were late to practice. Yall are such close friends!!