I really am the worst fangirl for this ship. I'm still not entirely sure if the ending of this can be considered BokuAka, but there are some hints, so I decided to better tag it as that. It's kind of a sequel to a one shot story I wrote before that (I'll probably upload that too, at a different point), but it doesn't really matter much. It takes place several weeks after the 3rd years graduated, that's all the information needed. :D
In hindsight, "Amazing, Bokuto-san," probably hadn't been the best way to response to the – six-weeks-late! - voice message Keiji had gotten from said Bokuto about him playing at the university's volleyball club and still being the ace and the best, hey, hey hey!
The problem wasn't that Keiji feared Bokuto would interpret his words as sarcastic or mean – because seriously, sarcasm was a language that this whirlwind of an ace was barely capable of understanding – but two days later, he still couldn't shake off the thought that he should've responded with something else. Something that...had Bokuto continue with his daily messages he had sent when they had both attended Fukuroudani.
Because even though his intention had been to wait until Bokuto understood that he could easily go back to his routine of sending his morning voice messages, slowly but surely Keiji was heavily hit by the realization that he could probably wait for that for the next twelve years.
Basically, he had to make a plan to suggest the fact that he liked receiving messages in the morning subtly enough to not sound like a desperate clingy girlfriend, but also obviously enough that even an idiot like Bokuto would understand.
To anyone who knew Keiji it'd probably be a sight for the gods, seeing him slightly leaning over the table, kinda desperately staring at his phone as if that would make it help him figure out what exactly he should write.
The main problem was being direct enough to have Bokuto realize what he wanted, but Keiji wasn't the kind of person to blurt his feelings out. And having the former ace tell his new friends about how much Keiji had missed his hero he already adored back at the Fukuroudani Academy was a scenario the setter was very willing to avoid.
He decided that he needed a real plan and put his smart phone aside to take some notes. He was about absolutely sure to know every single one of Bokuto's weaknesses, so figuring out the right way to talk to him without making a complete fool of himself couldn't be much harder either, right?
After all, Keiji was a very smart person who had little trouble in analyzing others and treating them the right way. But there was this one thing he was going to experience first-hand again which would hit him harder than ever: Bokuto's stupidity really was boundless sometimes. And it had yet to make all of this way more troublesome than needed.