blue lights || bokuaka

rules (and how not to follow them)

Akaashi Keiji hated people who deliberately broke the rules.

It was just not something he thought was a smart thing to do. What was the point of doing something to purposefully inconvenience those around you? Just for...what? A laugh? A print that stained your memory so you could tell your kids about how stupid you were back then?

Akaashi would never get it.

The idea of being yelled at in front of people because he was late to class, or maybe because he was caught eating in the library and he wasn't supposed to...

It made him wince.

Embarrassment was his worst enemy and it always showed its face at the most inconvenient times, waiting to fuck you up without a moment's notice or a warning in between.

So to be here now, sitting on his bed in the middle of an assignment, only for his roommate to barge in and talk about how he wanted to sneak out and go to an illegal street race on Friday night made his skin crawl.

There was no way he was going to go through with this. Kuroo could keep begging until he was blue in the face.

Akaashi's answer would still stand at no.

The other boy, however, was trying his very best to coax Akaashi to come with him before he went to grab dinner for them, and he would stop at absolutely nothing.

"Come on, 'kaashi! You've gotta live a little." He says, and the ants under Akaashi's skin get upset because he knew what Kuroo was going to say next. "We could get you a boyfriend!"

Akaashi sighs at the harshness of his voice and leans back against his pillows, slipping his forefinger and thumb beneath his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose, hoping the oncoming headache that Kuroo had stirred up would go away.

With the dulled pounding beneath his skull, he knew that it wouldn't.

"Kuroo, fuck off with that," Akaashi shakes his head, his eyebrows coming together as the joints in between his bones start to itch, slightly annoyed from being interrupted from his work and wanting to get back to it. "Not everything is about being in a relationship."

He knew Kuroo never meant anything bad by it, especially considering Akaashi has been complaining to him for the past two years about not having a partner - because that's what he's supposed to do - but it still made his heart sink at the slight embarrassment of being single.

Sure, he complained about not having a partner.

Doesn't mean he necessarily wanted one.

It seems like only he understood that last part, though.

"Okay, fine. Maybe you could get some pointers on how to be less boring instead." Kuroo raises one eyebrow and it makes Akaashi itch, letting two fingers slip past the collar of his black turtleneck to scratch at his throat.

He hated that look, dammit. It always made him feel so guilty for trying to be good.

He wasn't going to give in this time.

"I am not boring," Akaashi says, folding his arms across his chest, stubborn. "I am just not a delinquent, like you."

His words held no weight, considering Kuroo never got himself into trouble anyway, but he was hoping the tone in his voice was enough to deter him from the choice and stop asking altogether.

"Akaashi, baby." Kuroo leans forward from where he was at his door frame and tilts his head, his eyes hooded as if Akaashi was another one of his victims whom Kuroo flirted shamelessly (and terribly) with. "I just know how to have a good time. All of your favorite memories have me in it."