what angels do (bokuaka)

Chapter 5

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HEY GUYS

I know that just a few people read this story but I still wanted to apologize for the wait, it's been 5 days since my last update :(
And the angst will start very soon ;)

Anyways, do you guys want some Iwaoi or Daisuga chapters? If yes, let me know which one ♡

p.s. it took me so fucking long to write this chapter (2535 words), so i really hope you enjoy it. I think I'll upload the next one tomorrow, so stay tuned!

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*this chapter contains some smutty content, but don't worry, the real smut is coming soon ;)*

(Akaashi's pov)

When I open my eyes, I see the sun shining in the room but I notice that no one is by my side. The bed is empty.

"and I thought that it would be different for once... I'm such a fool.." I whisper to myself. I really thought it would be different.. he seemed different from everyone else. I guess this is how people feel when I leave before they wake up.. well, it happens to me too all the time.. so why am I surprised?

I get up and put my shirt back on, but then it hit me.. fuck, what if he left because he doesn't remember what happened?
I feel my cheeks heat up a little. I'm fucked.

(Bokuto's pov)

I wanted to leave but I couldn't do that to him. So I decided to cook him breakfast, it's a nice thing to do...right? I'm not good with this stuff.

I start cooking Akaashi's breakfast but then realize that Suga let me sleep here, so I cook breakfast for everyone.
I'm pretty good at cooking, even though I'm lazy af so I actually never do it.
I start overthinking about last night.
I'm so fucking fucked if he remembers.. he doesn't seem like a romantic or "relationship" type of guy.. and I kind of am so.. we don't seem to be meant for eachother.
Better to be safe than sorry, am I right?

or..maybe.. maybe I want to be sorry..

(Akaashi's pov)

I go down stairs and find Bokuto cooking in the kitchen, with his back turned at me.

My heart starts racing a little, I'm so fucking anxious. But then I start smelling of burned food so I run to him. I notice he's distracted.

"Bokuto! you're burning it!"

"oh.. right.. I'm sorry"
he turns the flame down. I can see his cheeks turn a pale shade of red.
He seems worried.

"let me help you..okay?"

"no, I don't need help. I have to do it"

I look at him

"are you sure? you seems a little distracted"

"I'm fine. And that is actually for you, so why should you do it?"
He smiles and he starts dividing the food in different plates, 3 plates to be exact. but we are 4..

"come one, eat up" he says smiling
"I promise it's good, everything I cook is good" he crosses his arms on his chest and smiles proudly.