Watching Bokuto all Akaashi could do was shake his head. The spiker was throwing a tantrum, again. This was the third time this week and it was starting to get old. Don't get him wrong Bokuto is an excellent player, great wing spiker, and is one of the top five aces in the country. But he tends to overreact, like he's doing at this very moment. The two had stayed after practice because Bokuto had kindly asked- "Please Akaashi! I know I can be number one if I just practice more!" if akaashi could set to him. At the beginning it had went well, so well that Akaashi didn't see a reason to stay any longer. Then Bokuto missed. Which wasn't that bad of a thing, except the spiker was sensitive. So of course being the person he is he had stared at the ball for a little while with an almost blank expression, but long enough that Akaashi was actually starting to get concerned. He had walked closer so he was only a foot or two away, turning slightly he watched as the spiker frowned. Which wasn't that bad. Usually Bokuto added a dramatic flare, some tears, talks of going on without him, the team was better off Bokuto-less. This time though he just stood there. Finally he turned and stared at the setter with tear filled eyes.
"I'm not fit to be your spiker." The tears spilled over as he hung his head in despair, sighing through his nose Akaashi ran his hand through his black curls. "What are you talking about?"
"That was a really good set, and I completely missed it. You should set to someone who can actually hit your sets."
"Bokuto you missed one ball, why are you getting so worked up?"
Wiping his arm across his face the other smeared the mixture of snot and tears across his face and arm.
"We have a big game this week and if I can't hit your sets during practice, then how am I going to during a game?" Shaking his head Akaashi merely sighed, stepping forward he wiped some tears falling from his friend's eyes. Cupping his face he leaned in so they were about an inch apart.
"You do an excellent job no matter what, we don't have any other spiker who could hit like you do. Missing one ball won't bring us down, but you hitting one? We'll be at the top before we know it." Smiling, Bokuto looked down at his setter's calm face. Bringing his hands up he set them over Akaashi's, and sighed.
"Thanks Akaashi." Smiling the shorter male leaned upwards and lightly pressed his lips against the other's, pulling back he blushed and looked away. Wrapping his arms around the thin waist in front of him Bokuto pressed his face into the crook of Akaashi's neck.
"Thank you."
"I'm not fit to be your spiker." The tears spilled over as he hung his head in despair, sighing through his nose Akaashi ran his hand through his black curls. "What are you talking about?"
"That was a really good set, and I completely missed it. You should set to someone who can actually hit your sets."
"Bokuto you missed one ball, why are you getting so worked up?"
Wiping his arm across his face the other smeared the mixture of snot and tears across his face and arm.
"We have a big game this week and if I can't hit your sets during practice, then how am I going to during a game?" Shaking his head Akaashi merely sighed, stepping forward he wiped some tears falling from his friend's eyes. Cupping his face he leaned in so they were about an inch apart.
"You do an excellent job no matter what, we don't have any other spiker who could hit like you do. Missing one ball won't bring us down, but you hitting one? We'll be at the top before we know it." Smiling, Bokuto looked down at his setter's calm face. Bringing his hands up he set them over Akaashi's, and sighed.
"Thanks Akaashi." Smiling the shorter male leaned upwards and lightly pressed his lips against the other's, pulling back he blushed and looked away. Wrapping his arms around the thin waist in front of him Bokuto pressed his face into the crook of Akaashi's neck.
"Thank you."