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[personal profile] tolerator 2015-08-04 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.