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You thought you were imagining it when the attractive TA would lean in close to help you with your assignments, but when Akaashi lightly placed his hand on your thigh, testing, crouching down next to your seat, you couldn’t help the blush that crept across your face.
“Do you understand now?” he asked with a polite smile on his face. It felt like he was no longer asking about Eurydice’s and Orpheus’ failed journey back from hell. His long lashes partially hid his beautiful blue - or were they green? - eyes as the question lingered in the air between the two of you.
“Um, yes,” you swallowed hard, mouth suddenly parched. You felt an urge to close the distance to see what his lips felt like, but that would be highly inappropriate in class. Not to mention the two of you had only interacted a few times prior. A group project and a study group in a previous class did not grant permission for you to act on your desires now.
“Good,” he responded, removing his hand, long fingers slowly tracing along the skin of your thigh until the heat was completely gone, replacing the feeling with a tingling sensation. “Feel free to see me after class during my office hours if you need any extra assistance.”
He stood and moved to another student, but kept a professional distance the entire time. He must have noticed you staring as he glanced back in your direction, forcing you to quickly turn back to your essay. Your thigh still tingled and you knew you wanted to feel his fingers again.
Your mind wandered for the rest of class as you thought about all the things Akaashi’s fingers could do. You lightly rubbed the side of your neck as you imagined his fingers lightly brushing the skin around your throat and then…
Your class ended and you dreaded the other two immediately after. But you knew that you would end up at Akaashi’s office hours, curious if the interaction from earlier actually meant anything.
Sure enough, you headed up the stairs into a wing that held multiple offices later that day. You realized you had never attended Akaashi’s office hours before. You were a relatively decent student and literature was a subject you did well in. But you wanted to see Akaashi again, you had a little crush on him since he introduced himself in a previous class last semester. Knowing there might be some mutual attraction, you wanted to see where this could lead.
You looked at the open office doors trying to find the office for the literature TAs until you arrived at the one located almost at the end of the wing. You stood shyly at the doorway as Akaashi was currently working with another student. The girl sitting at the desk across from him was attractive and sat a little too close for someone asking for help with Greek Mythology. Akaashi’s eyes were down on the paper explaining the material, but her eyes were on him.
You knocked timidly on the door, not wanting to disrupt someone who may actually need help - judging by her posture, she may have been there for the same reason you were - and waited for Akaashi to look up. He adjusted his glasses and a soft smile pulled across his face.
“Come in,” he said. “We were just wrapping up here.” The girl furrowed her brows and shot a look your way. You tried to dodge it, pretending you earnestly needed Akaashi’s attention. She packed up her belongings and mentioned returning during the next office hours, but Akaashi’s eyes seemed fixed on you. She strolled out in a huff.
You took the vacant seat across from Akaashi and pulled out your book in an attempt to pretend you actually needed his help. He looked over patiently as if he knew this was all a ruse, but was willing to play along.
“What did you need help with?” he asked, rapping his long fingers on the desk, his chin resting in his other hand, a small pleasant smile on his face.
“Um, the passage we were going over in class, could you go over that with me again? There were some parts I’m not sure I understood,” you lied.
“Of course,” he said standing from the desk. He walked over to the door and you felt yourself jump slightly when you heard the sound of the deadbolt click loudly. He leaned up against the desk and looked down at you smiling expectantly.
“Well, this section…” you tried to search for something, anything, “here,” you landed on something you had highlighted, so it must have been important. “I’m not sure I understand this section, really.” He read over the lines you had pointed out and then let out a little bit of a laugh. You looked down at the section and realized that there was absolutely nothing complicated about it and you were sure Akaashi either knew you were lying or thought you were an idiot.
Suppressing his laugh, “What exactly are you having trouble with?” You weren’t sure how to explain it in a way that didn’t make you sound stupid, so you decided to take a different approach.
“Nothing,” you said letting out a sigh, “I thought you might have been flirting with me in class - which was probably a really stupid thought - so I wanted to come here to…” To what? Flirt back? Ask about it? Pretend to not know anything about anything just to be in his presence?
You felt his finger brush across your temple as he pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, slowly lingering down the side of your jaw and grazing your neck before he folded his arms across his chest. Your panicked inner monologue stalled as you looked up to meet his eyes. He looked a bit amused as you struggled with your words.
“So…? Were you flirting with me?” you asked.
He laughed a little louder, the loudest you had ever heard, and turned his head briefly looking at nothing in particular. “It was very inappropriate for me to do that in class, but yes, I was flirting with you. I hope that’s alright.”
“You don’t have to apologize, I liked it,” you said quietly. He turned back to look at you. “I just wasn’t sure because you’re so…pretty.”
His eyes widened just a little at the compliment like it was both foreign and familiar at the same time. He crouched down next to your seat but remained eye level because of his height. You felt his hand on your knee, fingers gently rubbing the bottom of your thigh. The small bit of friction felt nice, you could feel parts of his skin through your tights and wondered what his hand would feel like grabbing your whole, bare thigh.
“Would you like to grab a drink Friday?” he asked, pulling your attention away from his hand. You now looked up into his eyes, the lashes perfectly framing those pools of sea green (blue?) - you made a mental note to ask him one day.
“Yes,” you whispered, staring into his eyes. “Yes,” you said more firmly, trying to bring yourself back to reality, “I would like that a lot.”
“Great, we can meet around eight? I can text you the details. Do you care if I pull your number from the roster?”
“No, that’s fine.” You wanted to say more, you wanted to close the distance and wrap yourself around him. He was so attractive, but this was the longest conversation the two of you had had. You needed to control yourself.
He moved his hand to rest on your wrist and rubbed the thumb along the top of your forearm. You didn’t think he was someone so touchy, but it seemed like he had maintained contact for the majority of your conversation.
He looked up at you, his eyes flickered down to your lips and then back to your eyes. You felt the electricity and if you didn’t want to kiss him before, you were aching to now. You leaned forward slowly, inviting him the rest of the way. You could feel his breath on your face and mentally braced for the moment of impact.
You jumped at the sound of knocks on the door. “Akaashi-san? Are you still holding office hours today? I was hoping you could look over my essay.” You sighed inwardly at the interruption but smiled at Akaashi in hopes the disappointment was not too apparent on your face.
He removed his hand and leaned against the desk once more. “Yes, give me one moment. I’m finishing up with another student.” Then he looked back at you. “Friday, then,” he said, picking up your book from his desk and handing it to you. You stood and placed your hand slightly over his to grab the book, letting it drift over his fingers as you pulled the book from him and placed it in your bag.
“Friday, I’ll wait for your text,” you replied, placing your bag over your shoulder. It was Wednesday now and you would not see Akaashi until class Friday morning, so you decided to try and be brave. You leaned forward and placed a kiss on the side of his jaw. Your confidence was short-lived because as you went to walk away, he grabbed your arm with one hand and took your face by the chin in his other, pulling you close to him.
“That was cute,” he said only about two centimeters from your face. He lifted your chin and pushed his lips to yours softly. The two of you stayed there for a few seconds, you wanted to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away with a slight tug on your bottom lip using his teeth. “I’ll see you in class.”
Your face felt red as you turned to leave, taking a moment to unlock the door as quietly as possible so the student outside the room wouldn’t get any ideas. Akaashi moved back behind the desk, looking as polite and proper as ever. When you opened the door, you were met with an annoyed look from the student waiting to see her TA.
“Remember to read those passages over again so you can introduce them into your essay more fluidly. I’ll expect an improvement by Friday,” Akaashi called from behind you. It took a moment to register that he was speaking to you, a facade to ensure the other student didn’t grow suspicious of your activities.
You turned around and he raised an eyebrow expecting you to play along. “Um, yes. I will look over those passages. Thank you, again. I look forward to Friday, Akaashi-senpai.” The look was subtle, but you swore you saw his eyes widen and a bit of a blush spread across his cheeks when you added the “senpai” to his name. You couldn’t wait for Friday’s class.
You turned the corner and headed into your classroom with a small smile on your face, excited to see Akaashi. When you entered the room, he was standing by the computer at the front of the class. He seemed focused and did not notice you come in, so you took your normal seat and waited for class to begin.
“Dr. Yamamoto will be out this morning, but she left me with instructions for review and would like you all to work on essay revisions. Your next paper is due on Wednesday by class, so please take this time to review the materials we have read through so far. If you need any assistance, please let me know.”
You pulled out your laptop and began reading through the pages you had already typed. You looked up briefly to see that students had already begun to bring their laptops and books up to the front for assistance with their work. You wanted to get closer to Akaashi but knew that you had plans later so being patient would most likely be the best option.
When you were feeling pretty confident about your work, you looked up again and noticed that Akaashi had his eyes on you from over the top of his glasses that had fallen toward the end of his nose. He flicked them back to the laptop presented in front of him, provided some feedback for the student who then returned to their seat, and then he looked back to you.
You decided this would be your opportunity to get a little closer to him, for just a few minutes. Picking up your laptop, you made your way to the front of the room. You opened your mouth to say hello to him when another student snuck her way in front of you and set her items down.
“Akaashi-san, can you help me, please?” she whined. You stood behind her patiently, waiting your turn, but felt annoyed at how close she managed to get to Akaashi.
“What are you having trouble with?” he asked emotionless, his eyes gracing up to you and back to her, he was annoyed too.
“I just feel like this part doesn’t make sense, I’m not sure how I’m going to write about materials I don’t understand.” She pouted and moved slightly closer.
“You’ve been assigned several prompts throughout the semester, have you done them? If so, you should understand this material,” Akaashi stated, matter-of-factly. He sounded pretty severe, making the girl recoil a little. She seemed determined, though.
“Oh, Akaashi-san. I did the prompts, but they just don’t make sense all the time. You know?” She moved her hand onto his arm and smiled up at him.
“I actually don’t know,” he responded, his voice dry, but his face pulled in a polite expression. It was kind of scary. “I don’t know why you would wait until you were working on an essay worth forty-five percent of your overall grade to confess that you were not understanding the materials or the prompts meant to help you. I would suggest you revisit them and spend some time this weekend working through all the tools provided to you.”
“Y-yes, Akaashi-san.” She turned away quickly and walked to her desk, mortified. You looked over at Akaashi who was still scowling slightly. When his eyes met yours, they softened.
“That was probably a little hard, huh?”
“I don’t think you’re wrong. It seems silly to wait and ask for help if you need it. But to be honest, I don’t think she really needed any help.” His brows pulled together, questioning. You set your laptop down on the desk to get a little closer. “She probably just wanted to get your attention in some way.”
“Why?” He was being honest. He didn’t see how attractive he was. You shook your head and smirked at him teasingly. “Did you need help with something?” he asked.
“Well, I think I’m almost done, actually. But I was hoping you would look it over before I continue. I don’t want to submit it next week with errors.” You moved around the other side of the desk so you were standing next to him. He bent down closer to the laptop resting one hand on his hip and used the other to scroll as he read.
After a few moments, he said, “Hm, take a look at this section.” You bent closer to the laptop to see what he was referring to. He then whispered, “Can I touch you?” You blushed and looked over at him, but he kept his gaze on the laptop. You took a look around the room, all the students appeared to be engrossed in their work and probably wouldn’t notice. But you also didn’t know where he intended to touch you.
“Uh… sure.” He moved the hand that was on his hip and placed it behind your thigh. You could feel the heat and slight friction as he grazed his fingertips in a fluid motion against your tights. He kept his hand in a relatively tame position - tame considering he had his hands on you at all during class in the front of the room - and did not travel too far up, even though you waited (wanted) for that moment for him to squeeze your backside, it never came.
He continued to read your essay as you pretended to wait patiently next to him. You scanned the room to make sure no one would see what he was doing, but your leg was shielded behind the desk which granted a bit of privacy. His hand stopped its movements but remained on your leg, you looked down at him.
“There are some moments that need a little revision in terms of sentence structure, but the content is very good overall. I have shorter office hours today because it’s Friday, but I might be able to squeeze in some time to reformat some of this with you.” He stood up straight, his hand trailing behind on your leg, floating up to your hip. “Good job,” he said, pulling his hand away.
You smiled and returned to your desk, missing his touch. You knew there was nothing more the two of you could do in class, but he did invite you to his office hours. And you also had plans to see him that night. You felt your phone vibrate on your desk and looked down at the message.
Unknown:
X Bar, 123 West Street. I’ll see you during my office hours?
You looked up and noticed Akaashi tucking his phone in his back pocket and glancing at you over his glasses. You changed the contact in your phone and quickly typed a response.
Y/N:
I’ll be there :)
You turned through the hallway toward Akaashi’s office at the end of the wing, excited to see him. You felt a little silly knowing that you had just spent some time with him a few hours ago and had plans that night, but you liked being with him, even if it was just for a short time. You were also eager to feel the heat from his hands again.
As you got to the TA office, you frowned at the closed door. You walked up to the door and checked the list of office hours provided, confirming that Akaashi’s had started an hour ago and lasted for another hour.
As you turned to walk away, you heard some muffled sounds from behind the door and your heart sank. Who would be in there with him that he would need to close the door? When he had done that with you, it was because the two of you were flirting and he had his hands on you a little. Was he doing that with someone else?
You felt a pang of jealousy knowing that he may have been touching some other girl’s thigh, caressing her cheek, or pushing her hair behind her ear, the way he had to you. You thought about someone else feeling the tingle from his fingers as they softly ghosted across their skin. You were sad, jealous, and a little angry.
Of course, these emotions had no merit. You and Akaashi were not dating, you kissed once, you’ve only touched a handful of times. He never asked about exclusivity, and so it would be perfectly fine if he was in the office with another girl.
That still didn’t stop you from wanting to act a little petty. Standing tall, you turned back and raised a fist to the door about to knock as loudly as you could muster. As you brought your knuckle down, you were met with a different surface altogether - hard in its own way, but definitely not a door.
You looked up and were met with wide golden eyes. The man in front of you looked very amused, a huge smile on his face. Your mouth went slightly agape at his size: he was a little taller than Akaashi by maybe two centimeters or so, but he was big. Muscular. He had on track pants and a t-shirt that seemed to be begging for relief from his… everything.
You then noticed that your hand had landed right on his chest when you went to knock on the door. “Hello, there,” he smiled wider - if that were possible. You quickly pulled your hand away, mortified.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to disrupt. I had set up a meeting with Akaashi-san during class to review my essay and when I heard voices I…” You tried to look over to see if Akaashi was looking at you, but the man in front of you was so large.
“It’s okay, no worries!” He placed a hand on your shoulder and scooted you in toward the office. He had almost pushed you directly into Akaashi who must have stood from the desk to see who was at the door. His face and neck looked a little red, probably in secondhand embarrassment from you feeling up this large man’s chest. “Boy, you are cute. I’ll see you later, ‘Kashi!” he waved, and then he was off.
You didn’t recognize this man, you’re sure you would have remembered him if he was in any of your classes. Besides his muscular build, he seemed full of energy - at least what you could tell in the minute you spoke to him - and he had the most interesting white and black streaked hair that sat in spikes on the top of his head. His bag looked like it had an emblem on it, some sports logo - an athlete. Perhaps Akaashi was helping to tutor some of the athletes? You looked over to him as his eyes seemed to narrow on the man’s fading form.
“Come on in,” he said and gestured to the chair by the desk. He took his seat opposite you and then looked at you expectantly. “You essay?” he prompted.
“Oh right,” you said as you moved to pull out your laptop. He must have actually meant you would be doing work during his office hours. The door was still open, so he probably wouldn’t be touching you with those fingers.
You turned the laptop so that you both could read from it as he began to explain a few of the errors he found in your sentence structure and ways to make edits to earn a higher mark. You followed his fingers as he pointed to different sections of the essay or when they lifted his glasses so he could massage the bridge of his nose before setting them back onto his face. You really wanted to touch him, run your hands through his messy black waves, but the sounds of passersby reminded you of the open door.
“I think you’re looking good right now. I would look it over a few more times, but you should be fine to submit earlier than the deadline.” You smiled and nodded, packing up your laptop and standing. He walked with you to the door of the office.
“Should I dress a certain way tonight? I’ve never been to this place before.”
“Dress however you feel most comfortable. It’s nothing too fancy. But they do have dancing if you’re into that.”
“I wouldn’t have pictured you as a dancer,” you giggled. Akaashi seemed very put together and proper. The image of him dancing in a group of sweaty people didn’t seem realistic.
“I’m not, but if you’re interested, I could try my best,” he smiled. You lingered at the door and looked up at him. Glancing up and down the wing, it looked as if no one was around. Most professors had probably gone home for the weekend and the students didn’t care for office hours on a Friday afternoon.
You took your chance while the coast was clear; you gingerly pushed his glasses onto his head, pushing some of his hair back, and stood on your toes to kiss him. You felt him smile against your lips, and then his hand was on your waist, pulling you closer. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself against his chest. He hummed in appreciation before moving both hands slowly down your hips and then placing one on your backside.
You gasped slightly as he squeezed your butt which allowed him entry into your mouth. His tongue felt warm against yours and you allowed him to explore your mouth. He tasted sweet, like vanilla, and now that you were so close, he smelled almost like the air after a rainstorm. You moved one of your hands through his hair, weaving through the dark tendrils and lightly tugging, earning a low hum that vibrated in your mouth.
He slowly pulled away, letting his tongue lightly swipe over your top lip and placing one small last peck. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said, his voice sounding a little huskier. You placed one more kiss on his cheek before leaving the office and heading to your apartment.
The bar was only about a fifteen minute walk from your apartment. As soon as you got home, you rummaged through your closet trying to think about what to wear before settling on a black and white plaid cami dress that was both very flattering and comfortable but also fit perfectly in the right places. You also decided on some black tights, thinking about the way Akaashi seemed to like the feel of the fabric and would graze his hand along your leg while wearing them.
You saw Akaashi standing outside looking as beautiful as ever. You walked up to him and placed a kiss on his cheek. You laughed as it looked as if you two were almost matching: he wore black jeans and a black button up, his sleeves rolled just below the elbow. You also noticed that he did not have his glasses on.
“Are you wearing contacts?” you asked, placing your hand in his. He intertwined your fingers, his long ones dwarfing yours.
“It’s easier than messing with my glasses all night, they tend to get dirty whenever I go out.” You both moved to stand in the line forming at the door. “Do you prefer my glasses?” he questioned playfully.
“Your glasses are very…” you mulled over the question for a moment, “...you. They frame your face and make you look very serious, but also very sexy,” you said making him chuckle a little. “But now I can see your pretty eyes. I guess there are benefits to both.”
Once inside the bar, Akaashi found a table in the back corner for the two of you. He left to get drinks and you watched the people dancing under the flashing lights. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a flash of white and black moving vigorously and realized it was the man from Akaashi’s office. He was dancing with a girl who looked like she could be easily crushed between his thighs, and she was doing her best to perform meiosis and become one being with him with how close she pressed her back to his chest.
For as goofy as he looked, he was a pretty good dancer; his rhythm was decent and, despite his silly moves thrown out now and then, he was able to move well with the much smaller body in front of him.
Your gaze was broken when Akaashi returned with your drinks and sat down next to you. “Did you want to dance?” he asked over the music.
“No, I’m fine just watching.”
“I don’t mind if you go out there and join them. I wouldn’t mind watching,” he said close to your ear. You took your drink and took a sip.
“I like being near you,” you said back into his ear, earning a small smile. He moved a little closer, taking his drink in one hand and placing the other on your thigh as the two of you began to talk over the music.
You got to know each other a bit more, even though there were moments the music seemed impossibly loud. You felt like you must have guessed correctly regarding Akaashi’s liking of your tights as he continuously rubbed his fingers back and forth on your thigh throughout the night, and occasionally pinched the fabric between his middle finger and thumb. You’d have to think about a way to use this information to your advantage at some point.
When Akaashi left to get another round of drinks, your eyes drifted over to the man on the dance floor. He was on to his third, maybe fourth, partner of the night, the others growing exhausted while he seemed to be a well of untapped energy. His current partner was shying away now as the current song drifted and the next one began. He thanked her and then she was gone.
He kept moving to the music, scouting for another victim when he locked onto yours and he smiled. He strode over to where you were sitting and sat down in Akaashi’s vacant seat.
“Hey there! Wanna dance?” You could see the sweat on his temples and his shirt looked slightly darker around the collar, but that was no indication of depletion of his energy level.
“I’m with someone, he just went to get us drinks. He should be back soon, though.” You tried to be polite, not wanting to hurt his feelings because he looked so excited when he noticed you.
“Ah, come on. ‘Kashi won’t mind. Just one dance,” he said holding his hand out.
“How did you know-” your question remained unanswered as he took your hand and pulled you onto the dance floor. You looked in the direction of the bar, but could not find Akaashi over the sea of people.
He whipped you around to face him and placed a hand on your hip and his knee between your legs as he began to move with the music. You moved along with him to not appear awkward just standing there. You placed your hand on his shoulder and blushed at how close he was to you.
His smile was blinding and he continued to move flawlessly to the rhythm of the music until he spun you around and pulled you back. You were now facing away from him; both of his hands rested on your waist and you could feel the heat of his chest against your back as you moved with him to the music. You moved your arm up behind you so that your hand was fisting through his hair behind you. It was a lot softer than you thought it would be and you could feel the sweat on his scalp.
You looked up to see him looking at you with a playful smile. When you turned away again, you saw Akaashi sitting at your table drinking from his glass and staring at you. He didn’t look upset, he looked more intrigued as if an idea was playing out in his mind. His eyes stayed locked on you as he chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. And then, for just a brief moment, it looked as though he glanced somewhere else.
The song ended and the man behind you pulled on your arm bringing you back to your table. When you got to Akaashi, he looked at you with an amused expression, but you weren’t so sure what was funny.
“Thanks for lending me your date, ‘Kashi,” said the man behind you holding your hand out for Akaashi to take. “She’s a great dancer!”
“It would appear so,” Akaashi said, taking your hand. You moved to sit in your chair, but he guided you onto his lap. “It looks like you two had a lot of fun out there.” He was looking at you, something hungry in his eyes.
“Yeah, we’ll have to do it again sometime. I’ll see you guys later.” He turned and rushed back onto the dance floor and quickly found a new partner. You turned your attention to Akaashi who had begun to rub circles on your knee with his thumb. Although he didn’t seem mad, you felt the need to explain yourself.
“He kind of just pulled me out there, I hope you don’t mind,” you said a little bashfully.
“I don’t think Bo would have taken no for an answer. It’s okay, I’m not upset.”
“I just didn’t want you to think I was ditching you for someone else. I’m happy right here spending time with you.”
“Oh yeah? Right here?” he gestured to his lap. You laughed and pushed his shoulder trying to hide your blush. He moved so that his mouth was right next to your ear. “You looked really good out there. I’d like to see it again sometime,” he said before planting a kiss under your jaw. You turned to meet his lips and fisted a hand into his hair. He tasted of beer and a faint hint of vanilla.
You’re not sure how long the two of you had been kissing when you needed to pull away for air, but you suddenly felt drained after losing contact.
“Are you ready to head out?” he asked. You nodded and shuffled from his lap into the chair next to him. “My roommate is going to take us home, he hasn’t had anything to drink tonight. I just need to wait for him to notice the text message.” You took a few sips from your drink while you waited for Akaashi to get the message on his phone. He then looked at you quickly as if some sort of realization came to mind.
“I can have my roommate drop you off at your place. I don’t want you to walk home, it’s probably a little chilly.” You didn’t really want to go back to your apartment. Your own roommate had her boyfriend over and the two were obnoxious and loud, especially in the morning. You were sure that she would pepper you with endless questions when all you wanted to do was drop into bed and sleep.
“I don’t mind staying at your place tonight… if you don’t mind, that is. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”
“No, that would be fine. I can lend you something to sleep in.” He looked down at his phone and read an incoming message. “He’s going to grab the car, we can head outside to meet him.”
You waited outside for Akaashi’s roommate and wished that you had brought a jacket with you. It was a bit warmer when you left, but now the air was starting to feel cool against your exposed skin. Akaashi moved behind you and draped himself over you to try to provide some warmth.
“Sorry, I didn’t bring a jacket,” he said rubbing your arms, providing some warmth from the friction. “Bokuto should be here any minute with the car.”
“Bokuto?” You thought back to the man you had just danced with not too long ago, the man from Akaashi’s office hours, the man Akaashi had referred to as, “Bo.” Was that Bokuto, Akaashi’s roommate. Did you dance with Akaashi’s roommate? In front of him?
Your suspicions were confirmed when a black car pulled in front of the two of you and the man with gold eyes and spiky black and white hair stepped out of the driver’s side.
“Hey hey hey, you guys. Sorry that took so long, I forgot which street I parked on,” he said rubbing the back of his neck apologetically.
Akaashi ushered you into the back seat of the car and closed the door as he made his way around to the other side. You rejoiced at the warmth of the vehicle and laughed to yourself thinking about how silly you were not realizing that Akaashi and Bokuto were friends and roommates. That explained why he felt comfortable dancing with you and why he had a nickname for Akaashi.
You looked over to the driver’s side of the vehicle realizing that Akaashi had not gotten in yet. When you saw the two men from the window, they were standing close to one another. Too close. Closer than typical friends/roommates tended to stand. Bokuto had one hand on Akaashi’s hip - the one furthest from you - and Akaashi seemed to be reciprocating the gesture with an added hand on Bokuto’s shoulder.
You couldn’t see their faces as both men were taller than the car, and when you began to lean forward to get a better view, they had stepped away from each other and went to enter the car. You moved back and pretended you didn’t see anything as Akaashi scooted close to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He turned toward you and placed a kiss on your cheek. You moved to face him and gave him a few kisses back before leaning into the crux of his shoulder. When you looked up, your eyes met Bokuto’s in the rearview mirror briefly.