"Woooooooo!" Arms folded behind his head, school bag in hand as the duo makes their way home post... 'practise'. Not that they didn't practise... it just, wasn't the last thing they did.

"Thanks, Akaashi. You really helped!" The comment, though nonchalant to the captain, is like arrows to his young setter's heart, mind and groin.

"I didn't do anything, Bokuto-san." Flat words.

He's not lying; he really didn't do anything to his captain; didn't touch him nor speak to him nor-

"Yeah you did! I haven't come like that in forever."

Shocked and worn with worry, olive-grey eyes search the vicinity desperately; why the hell would anyone say that out loud?!

"...Bokuto-san... ... ...-"

"It'll be easier to fall asleep tonight, Akaashi."

And again; his mind's on a rollercoaster- headed straight for the gutter. To make matters worse, the idiot speaks again-

"It helps you too if someone else watches, huh?"

The poor boy about dies of embarrassment. Eyes averted and buried in furrowed brow, a tinge to his cheeks, an uncomfortable pout to his lip, the curl of his fluffy raven locks might just stand on end.

"I don't know what you mean, Bokuto-san."

One high-arched brow raised high above the other, lips pooched slightly, Bokuto closes the distance between them, leaning over the shorter boy's shoulder as for once, the great horned owl seems to recognise that what they're discussing -or really, what Bokuto is blindly insisting they talk about- shouldn't exactly be public knowledge. Not that his voice lowers any. Akaashi normally wouldn't be quite so stricken with the gesture, but considering the afternoon's events, he's having a hard time even remembering to breathe at the moment. The cool evening air lends visibility and further life to Bokuto's breath as it reaches his setter's ear; weaving through his silky locks, caressing his enflamed cheekbones despite his face being half-buried in scarf- Akaashi feels he could drown in it; in that voice, in that scent; so near his own. Oh, the way his captain's words rasp his ear and send fluffy, sickening shivers down his spine; his mind returns to prior events- only to have the earth beneath him feel as if it disappears with his partner's words.

"In the locker room. You got hard. Next time, I'll watch you, Akaashi. It'll help." There's a golden glint to the young ace's eyes, a slight smirk to his demeanour, though he means it entirely innocently.

And in this moment, his acute embarrassment makes him wish the world really would swallow him.

And that night, is the second time in a very long time that Akaashi Keiji experiences the urge to service himself.