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Akaashi tends not to connect with other people often. He can be friends, he can laugh, he can joke. But real moments of raw human connection are few and far between. But it’s different, with Bokuto. It feels as though they just come together naturally. Like two notes in a chorus, or like orange comes next to red on the rainbow. It’s just how it goes, how it always has gone, how it always will go.
(In which Akaashi Keiji is a sad uni student with a shit job, but maybe it'll be okay if Bokuto just keeps smiling at him.)
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It’s a simple tune, probably one Akaashi knows like the back of his hand. The notes lift with ease, sink back down into something more melancholy before returning smoothly to their previously chipper lilt. It’s really something mesmerising, to watch the way he plays so fluently, with the ease of water running down a mountain spring. The bow moves smoothly against the buzzing strings, Akaashi’s fingers running up and down the neck too fast for Bokuto to even really comprehend the movements.
He's fucked, it seems.
(In which Bokuto Koutarou walks into the wrong room at the right time, and suddenly everything is different.) -
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It’s hard to want something that you just can’t have. Something out of reach. Something divinely superior. Bokuto’s just a samurai, after all. No matter how high ranking.
He’s duty bound to protect, not to love. But isn’t that the same thing, really?
[In which Akaashi is the son of a wealthy Daimyo and Bokuto is the samurai elected to serve as his personal guard. Naturally, they fall in love.]
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It was supposed to be just a work trip to London, but next to him sat the most annoying and handsome man he had ever met.