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alcieart:

u know ur never gonna hear the end of it if u call him senpai

oikawtf:

Akaashi constantly steals and wears Bokuto’s shirts because 

pros: 

  • comfy shirt
  • smells like bokuto
  • bokuto usually ends up wandering around shirtless

cons:

  • ?????

alcieart:

this happened in a dream and i wanted 2 draw it

soodyo:

even after graduating bokuto probably can’t help but drop by occasionally

trashwavu:

I got an owl blanket from a friend because he knew I love Bokuto and suddenly this short comic came up in my mind. 

The cause of Akaashis insomnia is overthinking stuff and Bokuto let him forget all this stuff when he is around him… 

sorry it´s really messy >//<

*sweats nervously*

thorahathi:

okay so let’s say Akaashi tends to run his hands over Bokuto’s back a lot and scratch him when he wants to show that he likes what’s going on when they make out or have sex, and after one particularly GOOD time, when the are changing for the vb practise and the others see Bokuto’s back Akaashi goes completely red and is all “ohmygod I overdid it so much oh crap” and the rest of the team is pretty much horrified, while Bokuto tries to look at his back too and turns around and when he sees it all he says is “OOH HOW COOL IT LOOKS LIKE I HAVE WINGS THANKS AKAASHI” 

mookie000:

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trashwavu:

Some really quick and random doodle of my favorite volleyball boys! > v <

trashwavu:

My sweetest distraction on bad days ;v;)

[BokuAka fic] Another Love

anywayimnikki:

Title: Another Love
Rating: E (though not yet)
Genre: angst with eventual smut (and a happy ending)

Mostly written in order to take revenge on eicinic for feeding me angsty comics.
Goes with this song.

AO3 LINK

word count: 2618

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Some days, Keiji wants to hug Bokuto tightly and thank him for at least being alive.


The lock turns with a quiet click and Keiji murmurs a soft “I’m home” when he enters, even though he knows he isn’t going to get a reply from inside the house. Behind him, there’s the shuffle of feet until Keiji has removed his shoes and stepped out of the way to let the other person in.

Bokuto pulls the door shut behind him and stands in the genkan, looking around the hallway with a different expression Keiji had expected. Not that he really knows which of the facial expressions he’d thought of were expectations and which were just hopeful dreams.

“It’s.. nice,” Bokuto tells him, his eyebrows still drawn together. “I like.. the colour of the walls?” The compliment comes out as more of a question than a statement and Keiji shakes his head lightly.

“You better, it took us three days to decide on it.”

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