Weakness Number 1 [Bokuto x Reader ]

Part 8

"Hm, you do feel kind of warm. Let me see." Then without thinking you lean in and place your lips on his forehead. Your lips only lightly touch his skin, but you feel the warmth on your lips. 

Bokuto's POV (that's right! We're switching it up a bit!)

Y/n lips were on Bokuto's forehead. Her soft, delicate lips were touching his skin. He could smell the scent of her shampoo or her perfume, which seemed to be a lovely scent of (your favorite scent). Soon the few precious moment ended as she pushed away. He wanted her lips to fall down to where his lips were and kiss him for real. As she moved back, he could see her eyes open.  She put her finger on the lips that were just on his skin, as if to think.

"You do feel kind of warm. I'm concerned you may have a fever. " She then looked at you with a worried look. "Are you okay? Your face is super red Bokuto! Let me go find the thermometer! Would it be in the bathroom?" Bokuto nodded as she gets up and runs to where the bathroom was, scurrying to find the thermometer. Bokuto was not going to tell Y/n that the reason his face was all red was because of the fact that she kissed his forehead. 

I know it was to just make sure that I wasn't running a fever, but still. The touch of her lips can still drive me crazy!

He looks over to the tea she brought him and takes a sip. Simple ginger tea with honey, something Y/N always made when she was sick back in high school. She would come in with her mug and sip on it. 

She sure is the same Y/N in many ways.

Bokuto gets up to go to the bathroom where Y/N is opening up every cabinet trying to search for the thermometer. "Y/N, it's fine. I feel fine. I'm sure I'm not running a fever." 

"I would just rather be safe and check. If you don't have one, I can always run out and get another too." She was still looking through the cabinet. She then bends down and opens the cabinet under the sink. "Wait, I found it! Here it is!" She pops back up, a smile on her face as she holds up the lost item. 

Damn does her face glow when she smiles. 

"That's good. I'll take my temp now and show you that I don't have a fever." He takes the thermometer and puts it under his tongue. When he hears the beep, he takes it out of his mouth and says, "See? I'm fine. It 98.4. No fever here." He turns on the sink to rinse it off before setting it down. 

"Well, now we can be sure that you don't have a fever. That's good news." Y/N says. "But you should really be resting.  Go rest and I'll make you something to eat. That way you don't have to worry about food while you're sick." 

"You really don't need to make me food Y/N. You've already done so much." 

She shakes her head. Her hair slightly moving with the movement. "Nonsense. I already bought the stuff for it. I'm making it, and you shall enjoy it." She walked passed him and towards the kitchen. Then Bokuto felt a tickle in his throat. He couldn't help but cough. Y/N turned around, "See? You need to rest, so go do that!" 

"Fine, fine." Bokuto walks over to the couch. "Is it fine if I just lay down on the couch? That way I at least get to spend time with you."

Y/N was over in the kitchen. She seemed to blush a little, and then with a soft smile "Sure, but you better get some rest." 

Bokuto ended up resting on the couch, but couldn't help but look at Y/N while she prepared the soup. Maybe it was just to Bokuto, but everything she did was so mesmerizing. It could be the simplest of things, but because she was doing it he couldn't help but stare. She had this effect on Bokuto since high school. He remembers how when he would watch her games, she was all he could look at. Of course, he would watch everyone on the team, but when Akaashi would ask him what he remembered from their game, it always invovled Y/N.