pink

                                    

                                          
Few, hesitant kisses eventually fell into many.
                          
They kissed in their dorm, and on the roof, and behind buildings at night when they were sloppy from alcohol, but composed themselves long enough to make each other feel like they were the ones that sat on the world's shoulders for a change.
                          
They kissed in the stairwell and under blankets, before classes and after night fell.
                          
Akaashi liked kissing Bokuto. But that was a given.
                          
At first, it felt unreal, like it was something the two of them did only only because they wanted to have fun. Like when you play Spin the Bottle at a party.
                          
But with that game, you only kiss in that one setting, and you do it for other people.
                          
They didn't kiss each other for other people, except for one another, and Akaashi knew that.
                          
On top of that, you never ask the person you kiss if they'd like to go steady with you. That was against the rules.
                          
And for a while, Akaashi thought Bokuto in himself was against the rules, but there was something undoubtedly fun in breaking them, and Akaashi found himself veering off course a lot during their time together.
                          
During their time dating.
                          
That word tastes like cherries and felt like sunsets whenever he said it aloud. 
                          
They were dating.
                          
And Bokuto had been right about there being a difference; Akaashi could feel it. Their little dates as friends before often felt like they were going through the motions, hanging out under a sky that expected them to do it just because they were friends.
                          
But now that they were dating , it felt better, different in the best way possible. 
                          
Touches sparked currents and their voices spilled colors and film reels across the city, leaving traces of themselves everywhere they went. The days felt longer and the nights felt darker, infinite and precious.
                          
Bokuto was just that - infinite and precious - a person in which Akaashi found it effortless to love.
                          
He was lucky Bokuto was so open with his thoughts.
                          
There was no confusion or assumptions. Bokuto really liked Akaashi, and he really liked kissing him every chance he got, too.
                          
Not that he minded, either. It was good to feel loved.
                          
He was just so lucky.
                          
It was a Friday afternoon today, and the sky sullen and smudged with greys, the rain hitting the glass window softly.
                          
Bokuto was in one of his moods, something that Akaashi should have been used to, but they always changed, like seasons.
                          
This one was particularly bad, and Akaashi could not coax him to leave the dorms. Not until he got an idea that would get extra gold stars! But he came up short every time he tried, so you could imagine the loss he felt. 
                          
Akaashi had agreed to help him in whatever way possible, his most exhilarating idea being to paint the entire expanse of his back at midnight the other day.
                          
Akaashi had always been really self-conscious about the beauty marks on his skin, but Bokuto would poke them in between their conversations, curious and awed, so he didn't mind as much as he thought he would.
                          
Bokuto, on the other hand, thought they were beautiful, and fit someone like Akaashi to have on his skin.
                          
Today, he brought home plastic bags filled with different sized items from the drugstore, but it wasn't Don Quijote because he would have gotten one of the reusable ones with the cartoon face on it.