once upon a dream

[folklore]

 ALADDIN
 BEAUTY & THE BEAST
 HERCULES
 LADY & THE TRAMP
 THE LITTLE MERMAID
 NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS
 TANGLED

DISNEY AUPALOOZA 

aka sisi and snow have no lives and too many sports.

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something like that.

[deflates]

[ bokuto's concern is loud, just like the rest of him, and he grabs onto akaashi's cheeks to inspect his face a little closer, but despite what you'd expect, his hold is gentle. it's because of how gentle he wants to be with akaashi, how fragile and perfect and beautiful he is. this kind of touch is new between them, a level of intimacy that they've never really achieved, and bokuto's eyes are a golden storm as he tracks his thumb over the spot, eyebrows knitted together, mouth a little open as the anger clouds over his face. ]

I swear, I'll-- [ but. akaashi puts his fingers over his mouth and he pauses, snapping his jaw shut and looks frustrated, lips drawn into a line as it's not just the motion that quiets him, but the fire in akaashi's voice. the passion and warmth and all of these things that bokuto riles in him. he wonders how everyone in the world is not fucking head over heels for akaashi keiji, because it's impossible not to be, when you get to see this side of him. get to know what he's about, what makes him tick. what he wants versus what his parents want.

(but, bokuto doesn't want to share those feelings with anyone. his own are loud and obnoxious and there, but the idea of saying them makes him want to vomit, so he doesn't; he just hopes the rest of the world won't wise up fast enough to how perfect akaashi is. if they do, well, bokuto can make a pretty decent attack dog--unless akaashi would be happy that way. though he likes not to think about that. talk about something that makes him want to vomit.)

he strokes his thumb over his cheek one last time, before pulling away and reaching up to wipe at his mouth. ] Keh... Let's just go.

something very like that

[tolerator]

[ Rather than flinch away, Akaashi simply lets Bokuto take hold of his face. He looks up at him calmly, but there's that fire there just as much as there's a fondness for the man standing in front of him. The touch, honestly, sends goosebumps across his skin, and he tilts into it a little bit without really thinking about it. Bokuto's touch is not a rare experience, but this - this is different, and he wants to savor it.

So he does, as he calms him with his own gentle touch and easy words. Because he doesn't want Bokuto to be questioned again, to be put back in the drunk tank. He wants his passion and his energy and all that loud, exuberant life in him free. The idea of him being locked away somewhere, in worse ways than Keiji had been locked away before he met Bokuto, makes him feel ill. Bokuto Koutaro is the one who brought his own passion out, freed it. ]

Kuroo-san has probably left with your things by now. [ As Bokuto pulls away, he almost tries to follow after his hand. But he holds himself still, contenting himself with the lingering warmth against his cheek that doesn't come from the sting of his mother's slap.

Fidgeting with his fingers again, threading them together and twisting them in nervous, idle habit, he slowly tilts his head to look aside. Hopefully Bokuto just thinks he's looking off to the entrance. ] Could I come with you?

[deflates]

Geh--Kuroo! [ he's got a point--bokuto's head finally turns around from where he's been staring just a little too long at akaashi, and he realizes that kuroo has in fact left with their stuff. it's fine--they live together, him and kuroo and their little 'kitten' (who is probably asleep at home, completely unaware of what just happened) and he ends up just waving it off with a puffy 'feh!' noise, he takes a step back.

but, instead of admiring akaashi again, he catches his question, tilting his head. with the mark on his cheek, bokuto's not dumb enough to not know what must have gone down before he came here, and for a brief moment, he just softens, his mouth falling into a little frown and eyes melting, just a touch. ]

Yeah. [ yeah, of course. it lasts just a second before he brightens again, immediately throwing an arm companionably (companionably?) around akaashi's shoulders. ] Are you kidding, duh you can come with! You've gotta let me make you dinner or something since you bailed my ass out!

Hey, bye, mister cop! See you later maybe! [ please stop instigating, bokuto. he throws the policeman a huge grin over his shoulder and starts leading akaashi out into the warm night. ]

[tolerator]

[ A little twist of amusement curls the corners of Akaashi's mouth into the smallest of smiles as he watches Bokuto - it's hard not to crack them, every now and then. Most of the time he's a little exasperated with him and Kuroo both, but he still can't help it. Especially when their relationship rears its head. (Besides, he's pretty sure Kuroo left the way he did on purpose. He's been trying to hook them up from day one, and he's not even remotely oblivious to that fact.)

The look that Bokuto gives him, though, his eyes turn away again as if he's regarding the officers and station around them. Keeping an eye on things, as it were, when in reality he just can't stand to see that look on Bokuto's face. It's proof that he's far more perceptive than people give him credit for, but it just makes him think about how Bokuto knows what's happening, how his relationship with his parents is falling apart.

At least they move on pretty quickly, and Akaashi hooks his arm around Bokuto in return, hand between his shoulders. ]

Please stop instigating, Bokuto-san. [ He sighs the weariest of sighs, but then pats gently. ] That would be nice, though I would be happy enough to just go with you - you've never showed me where you and Kuroo-san and Kenma live, actually.