"Oh my god-"
"Hey what are you doing?"
Akaashi's head shot up. The two of them were sitting on the bench, waiting for their volleyball match. The males had simply been sitting there, in silence, when Bokuto had a thought.
"Hey, Akaashi?"
"Yes, Bokuto-san?"
"I-"
Akaashi raised an eyebrow at him.
"Did you need something?"
Bokuto gave Akaashi a sheepish grin.
"Can I touch your hair?"
Akaashi blinked at him.
"What?"
"Can I touch-"
"Yeah I heard you."
Akaashi stared at the older. He had no idea what to say. He didn't have anything against it, however, it was a weird thing to ask.
"Why?" Akaashi said after a few moments.
Bokuto grinned.
"It's really curly and it looks fluffy."
"Oh-okay? Sure I guess-"
Akaashi's sentence cut off when he felt Bokuto's hand in his hair.
"Holy fiddlesticks," Bokuto whispered.
"What-?"
"Your hair is so fluffy~" Bokuto whispered, still playing with the setter's hair.
A small smile appeared on Akaashi's face.
"I want your hair."
"Bok- what?"
"Mines spiky and stiff."
"If you didn't put so much gel in it, then it wouldn't be so pointy."
Bokuto paused.
"But I look so handsome with it," Bokuto complained.
"Do you though? Do you?"
"AGAASHKIEEEE-"
Akaashi shrugged and the older tightened his grip on Akaashi's hair.
"OW- WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT-"
Akaashi stood up from the bench and stood behind the latter. Bokuto frowned.
"Aww," Bokuto whined.
Akaashi held neutral expression on his face.
"You've lost Akaashi privileges," Konoha said, including himself in the conversation.
Bokuto glared at him.
"Shut up," he pouted.
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Haikyuu Fluffshots 💖
FanfictionA Haikyuu book of fluffshots- this book does not contain angst or smut. None of the artwork used in this book is mine, credits to the artists. I don't own any characters, nor do I claim them, I simply write stories about them. Most events in this s...
