Leisurely strolling through the hardware store, Kuroo threw his arm around Bokuto’s shoulder. He leaned closer to his boyfriend, shifting more of his weight onto him so that Bokuto was half supporting his body as they walked. Bokuto brought an arm around Kuroo’s waist, happy to let the man laze against him.
Ahead of them, Akaashi made a beeline for the color sample cards with Kenma in tow. The two of them began picking through the columns of colors, pointing out ones that caught their eye to the other. They turned to hurriedly wave the other two over. Kuroo and Bokuto smiled as they released their grip on one another. They lightly jogged over to meet their boyfriends.
“What do you guys think, should we go with a grey or a blue tone?” Akaashi asked, holding out two color swatches, adjusting the basket he was holding so it sat comfortably in the crook of his arm.
“Mm, I don’t know. What do you think, babe?” Kuroo hummed, turning to Bokuto to get his input.
“Hmmm,” Bokuto’s face scrunched up in thought. His eyes closed, he pointed a finger out at one of the cards and spun it around a few times before stopping abruptly. He opened his eyes and smiled wide, “this one!”
“Grey it is, then.” Kuroo chuckled at Bokuto’s decision making methods.
Pleased with the answer, Akaashi walked to put the blue toned sample card back in its place. Kenma found his way to the greys section and began hunting for the perfect one. Akaashi, Kuroo, and Bokuto followed soon after. They managed to narrow it down between two sets. Kenma held them out for the other three to look at.
“I say we go with ‘Cathedral Grey’.” Akaashi suggested.
“A darker grey would be more welcoming, in my opinion. ‘Elephant in the Room’ is my pick, for sure.” Kuroo stated.
“The darker one has a funnier name, so I obviously have to go for that one.” Bokuto laughed out.
All eyes turned to Kenma. He flinched and guarded his body with his arms, brandishing the color swatches like weapons. Their eyes bore into him as they waited for his decision, each telling him to pick the one they had chosen. He gulped before speaking up.
“I could deal with either one, but if I have to pick,” he began, choosing his words carefully, “I’d go with… ‘Cathedral Grey’.”
Akaashi perked up at the support for his choice, smiling at his boyfriend. Kuroo and Bokuto held their heads in their hands, groaning about how they had hoped to get him on their side. With it being two against two, they stood silently trying to figure out how to break the tie. Bokuto slapped his fist into his palm, his mouth opening into an ‘o’ shape.
“Let’s play ‘rock, paper, scissors’ for it!” Bokuto declared.
They all nodded and picked who would play for each side. It was decided that Kuroo and Akaashi would face off against one another. Kuroo winked at Akaashi as they took their stances. Akaashi rolled his eyes at the flirting and leaned forward, fist in hand. They exchanged playful dirty looks, their shoulders tensed, waiting for the starting signal.
“And, go !” Bokuto yelled.
“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot !” Kuroo and Akaashi chanted in unison as they slammed their fists into their hands.
“Aw, yes!” Kuroo exclaimed, pumping his hand up in the air, his fingers still forming scissors.
Akaashi ducked his head and turned to Kenma with an apologetic look. Kenma only shrugged at their loss, placing a hand on Akaashi’s back. Bokuto and Kuroo rejoiced, perhaps a bit excessively. Bokuto jumped into Kuroo’s arms, Kuroo using one arm to catch and hold his boyfriend as he continued to pump the other in the air.
“Um, excuse us,” a hesitant voice came from beside them, “We need to get past you, if that’s alright?”
The four of them froze in place. They looked to their right and saw a small family had witnessed the entire display. Kuroo released his grip on Bokuto, allowing him to slide out of his arm gently. Wordlessly, they each took cautious steps backwards and cleared a path for the bystanders, their backs pressing against the store shelves.
“S-sorry… about that.” Kuroo’s voice cracked as he apologized.
A small nod accompanied by a smile that was trembling from suppressing laughter was all the response he got. The family made their way through, grabbed a can of paint, and quickly stalked away. A minute later, a small burst of laughter followed by a giggling ‘ shh ’ could be heard from the direction they had gone. The four men shot their hands to their faces in embarrassment.
“That,” Kuroo sighed, “was mortifying.”
The four men stood in the aisle, somewhat ashamed and downtrodden at having done something so childish in public. Bokuto spread his fingers apart so that he could peek at his boyfriends through his hand. Their heads were hanging low, uneasy grimaces painting their faces. He slid his hands from his face, slapping them against his thighs with a smile, startling the other three. His embarrassment seemed to have been an illusion-- a trick of the eye.
“At least they got a laugh from it all. Any audience is a good audience to have, I’d say.” Bokuto beamed as he spoke.
His boyfriends looked to him, a hint of confusion in their expressions. The heavy mood from before became light in a matter of seconds. Kuroo broke first, a small chuckle escaping him. Soon, Akaashi and Kenma joined. Bokuto stood, one brow arched in a questioning look before shrugging and joining in.
“You’re something else, Bo.” Kenma said, looking to the man with a fond smile.
“Just one more reason you all love me.” Bokuto sing-songed.
“Yes, yes, one of your many good qualities,” Akaashi agreed. Bokuto became even brighter at the compliment, “Now let’s hurry and get the paint before we make a spectacle of ourselves again.”
Splitting up to check different parts of the shelves, they began their search. Kenma walked idly, paying more attention to his phone than to the paint cans. He would look to his side every so often to check a couple labels, quickly abandoning the task in favor of his game each time. He walked to the end of the aisle, deciding it was time for him to check again. He scanned the racks of paint, his eyes stopping at the highest shelf.
“Oh, found it!” he called out.
He began to stretch upwards, standing on his toes to try and reach the cans of paint. Just then he felt a presence behind him and a hand on his shoulder. Kuroo’s hand easily stretched past Kenma’s, grabbing a can of ‘Elephant in the Room’. He removed his hand from Kenma’s shoulder so that he was free to grab another can. Handing them off to the shorter man, Kuroo placed a kiss to the top of Kenma’s head. Kenma pulled his head away with a small smile on his face, his eyes drifting to look at Bokuto and Akaashi.
Bokuto whined, not bothering to hide his want for affection. Kuroo shook his head lovingly. He walked over to Bokuto and pressed a kiss onto his cheek. Bokuto hummed, satisfied with the peck. Akaashi tried to hide his sulking, turning his face away and keeping a hardened look as best he could. The pout of his lips gave him away, much to his dismay. Kuroo smirked at this, taking a step towards Akaashi. He grabbed hold of one of his hands, lacing their fingers together.
“Better?” Kuroo asked, shining a smile Akaashi’s way. Akaashi’s eyes widened before the expression melted into a look of admiration.
“Better.” Akaashi smiled to himself, giving a gentle squeeze to Kuroo’s hand.
Bokuto walked over to where Kenma stood, grabbing four cans of paint himself.
“I think six cans is a good start. We can always come back if we need more.” Kenma said.
“True. Now that we have the paint, that should be everything.” Akaashi said, peering down into the basket.
Kuroo called out various painting tools from a list and Akaashi looked through the items in the basket. After finding everything was there, Akaashi and Kuroo nodded at one another. They waved the other two over and began walking towards the front of the store. Finding a checkout counter that was empty, they began loading everything onto the conveyor.
Bokuto made small talk with the cashier as they scanned the items. Kuroo bickered with Akaashi about his ability to be trusted with the debit card, he eventually won and was handed the card. Kenma took the bags as they were filled. Kuroo moved past Bokuto to get to the card reader, lightly grabbing his hips as he did so. The cashier finished bagging the items and read the total aloud. Kuroo slid the card into the reader, watching it intently waiting for the purchase to be authorized. Once he got the ‘OK’ from the machine, he pulled the card out and handed it back to Akaashi, making a kissy face at him as he did so.
Akaashi rolled his eyes and blew a quick kiss back. Public displays of affection were something he’d never escape as long as he had Kuroo and Bokuto around-- not that he minded. He took the card back from Kuroo and slid it into his wallet. He took a moment to look over the photo he keeps in the leather pouch, wiping a thumb over it. It was their very first Valentine’s Day photo together. He wore a silly grin, closing his wallet and pocketing it. Kuroo noticed and shot him a look, but Akaashi shook his head, dismissing the questioning gaze.
Bokuto found Kenma’s side and took some of the bags from his hand as they exited the store. Bokuto began chattering away about anything and everything while Kenma simply listened, nodding along every so often. Akaashi and Kuroo followed behind, their hands finding each other once again. As they neared the car, Kuroo dug the keys out of his pocket and clicked to unlock the car and pop the trunk. Bokuto and Kenma lifted the bags into the trunk before hopping in the back seat. Kuroo and Akaashi caught up, Kuroo slamming the trunk shut as he passed by. He climbed into the driver’s side and settled in, popping the key into the ignition and starting the car. After checking that everyone was buckled in, he pulled out of their parking spot and they were on their way.
Driving down the street to their new home, Bokuto pressed his face against the window to get a better look at their surroundings. As soon as they pulled into the driveway, he excitedly jumped out of the car before it could even come to a full stop. He ran to the front step, spreading his arms out wide in awe. Kuroo chuckled at him, turning off the car. Akaashi and Kenma let out identical sighs. Kuroo smiled at them sympathetically, turning around so he could face both men.
“You know he’s just excited for this next big step in our lives together.” he said, reaching out to take each of their hands.
“We know, we are too.” Akaashi said, looking at Kenma, who bobbed his head in agreement.
Kuroo let out a proud huff and gave each of their hands a reassuring pat. He climbed out of the car and headed for the trunk, mumbling something about Bokuto leaving them with all the work under his breath. As though he could tell he was being talked about, Bokuto suddenly straightened up before turning around to jog back to the car to help carry in the supplies.
Akaashi rooted around in his pocket for the house key. He pulled it out, a warm fuzziness collecting in his chest as he stared down at it. He got out of the car and walked to the front of the house. Kuroo, Bokuto, and Kenma crowded around him, watching closely as he turned the key and unlocked the door. Akaashi took a deep breath in and swung the door open. They stepped inside in a single file line. They entered the living room, the reality of it all crashing down on top of them.
“I can’t wait to make this place our own,” Bokuto whispered, a giddy smile plastered on his face.
The other three simply smiled, none of them paying any mind to how misty their eyes had gotten. Kuroo brought his arm up to wipe his eyes, careful not to whack himself in the face with a can of paint. He smiled and spoke up.
“Well,” Kuroo started, holding the cans of paint up, “it’s about time we get to it, isn’t it?”
They all four gave determined nods. They went through the bags, grabbing paint rollers, trays, brushes, and tape. Bokuto opened the cans of paint, Kenma taking and pouring them out into the trays. Akaashi and Kuroo began lining the borders of the walls with tape.
Kuroo attempted to lift Akaashi off the ground so he could tape the area where the wall meets the ceiling, but Akaashi flailed around and barked at Kuroo to put him down. His thrashing caused Kuroo to lose his footing, sending them both toppling down to the floor. Akaashi landed on Kuroo, cushioning his fall. Kuroo didn’t get so lucky. His body collided with the hardwood flooring, his chest caving as he got the air knocked out of him by the man that had fallen onto him. Akaashi’s eyes widened and he began to scramble for words. Kuroo let out a hoarse laugh, bringing his forearm to his face and placing the other hand on Akaashi’s shoulder.
“Are you okay?” Akaashi asked, a hint of panic in his tone.
“I’m okay, I promise.” Kuroo reassured him, coughing a bit as he sat up. Akaashi hesitated for a moment. He let out a relieved sigh, his face twisting in annoyance quickly after.
“Next time at least warn me before you pick me up like that, idiot!” Akaashi gave Kuroo a light, but firm smack on the shoulder as he scolded him.
“What are you, my mom ?” Kuroo sneered, his lips curling up in an impish smile.
Akaashi’s eyes just about popped out of his head considering how hard he rolled them. He pushed Kuroo away from himself and stood up, brushing his lap off.
“I don’t know why I was even worried about you.” Akaashi half-heartedly spat the words out at his boyfriend.
“Oh, come on, you love me and I never fail to make you fall for me. That’s why. ” Kuroo laughed at his own joke, pulling Akaashi back down into his lap until they were nose-to-nose. He brought their lips together briefly, pulling away to look Akaashi in the eye. They were leaning in for another kiss when they heard Kenma complain.
“Hey, stop flirting and come help! It’s your house too.” he grumbled, pointing an accusatory finger at the both of them.
“Yeah, yeah. We’ll be right there,” Kuroo called. He faced Akaashi and continued, “Let’s get the step ladders this time.”
Akaashi stood up and offered a hand to Kuroo. Kuroo took it, teasing Akaashi about how gentlemanly he was. Akaashi only smiled as he helped his boyfriend to his feet. They clambered off to the car. They came back in, mindful of the door frames as they waddled in with the ladders. The two of them set up and began lining the ceiling, properly this time. Once they had a wall bordered off, Bokuto and Kenma dipped the rollers into the paint trays and got to work.
About an hour passed, by now all the windows were open and small gusts of wind would blow through occasionally. Kuroo stood back from the wall to admire their work so far, standing the roller up on the ground with his other hand on his hip. He inhaled deeply, the smell of paint and fresh air mingling in his nose. His stomach growled, the sound filling the room. He brought his free hand to his stomach.
“Guess that’s a sign that it’s time for a break.” Kenma said, wiping his brow with his forearm.
“Thank god, I’m starving.” Bokuto threw his whole body backwards in an exaggerated motion. Kenma braced himself for Bokuto’s fall, his arms shooting out to catch him.
Bokuto shot straight up before he reached Kenma’s arms, much to Kenma’s relief. Kuroo patted his pockets for the car keys and pulled them out, twirling them around his finger.
“I’m thinking…” Kuroo trailed off, “maybe Subway?”
Bokuto, Kenma, and Akaashi faced one another and shrugged their shoulders-- none of them had a better suggestion so there were no objections to the idea.
“It’s decided then. Anyone want to come with me?” Kuroo looked over his shoulder as he headed for the door.
“I’ll come along. You never make my drink right, anyway.” Kenma explained.
“It’s not my fault you make such a weird concoction!” Kuroo whined.
Kenma stuck his tongue out with a bored look on his face, ending the small exchange. He untied his jacket from around his waist and flung it onto Bokuto’s head. Bokuto gasped at the action, feigning offense before pulling the jacket down and tying it around his waist. Kenma half jogged to catch up to Kuroo, waving goodbye to Bokuto and Akaashi. Kenma and Kuroo headed out, both watching in the rearview mirror as the house became smaller until it was completely out of sight.
Kuroo and Kenma stood a ways away from the counter, staring at the menu that hung on the wall. They let the few people that came in after them go ahead of them in line. Kenma sighed, looking over to Kuroo.
“You already know everyone’s order, what good does staring down the menu do?” he asked.
“I was considering getting something different this time around. Nothing looks good, though.” Kuroo answered, rubbing his chin with his hand.
“Then go with what you know you’ll like.” Kenma suggested.
Kuroo exhaled, leaning his head back in compliance. They stepped towards the counter, the worker lifting their head to acknowledge both men.
“Hello, what can I get started for you?” the employee gave a polite smile.
As Kuroo rattled off the various orders of food, Kenma found his way to the other end of the counter. His gaze fell upon the cookie display, his eyes locking onto the chocolate chip cookies. Minutes later, Kuroo and the worker moved down the counter towards him. Kuroo let his hand sweep across Kenma’s upper back as he passed by.
“And can I get a dozen chocolate chip cookies and four fountain drinks added on, too?” Kuroo requested.
“Sure thing.” the employee chirped, getting the cookies ready as they spoke.
Kuroo thanked them, smiling at the silent glee radiating from his boyfriend. He paid for the food and took the bags from them. Kenma carried the cookies and grabbed four cups. They found a table near the soda fountain to set their belongings at. Kuroo filled two cups at once, glancing back and forth to each cup. At the other side of the fountain, Kenma filled his cup halfway with Sprite. He walked over to the lemonade and started filling the rest of the cup with lemonade. Once it was full, He carefully put a lid on it, grabbed a straw, and began filling up a cup with Sprite for Akaashi.
They finished up the drinks and collected their things, calling out a ‘ have a good day’ to the worker on their way out. They hopped into the car and situated everything before pulling out of the parking lot.
Back at the house, Bokuto and Akaashi sat on the floor, Akaashi’s hand resting atop Bokuto’s lazily. They were talking back and forth aimlessly, switching topics with each breath. Just then, Bokuto realized something.
“Oh, yeah! I completely forgot,” Bokuto jumped up, and ran over to the spot on the floor where they had left the bags from earlier, “I grabbed something at the checkout lane while we were at the store. I had a great idea!”
Akaashi quirked an eyebrow. Digging through the bags, Bokuto gave a small ‘ aha! ’ and held something above his head.
“Permanent markers?” Akaashi tilted his head to the side.
“Yep! I thought if we’re repainting the walls anyway, we could write something on them before covering it up!” Bokuto explained, uncapping a marker as he did so.
“What would we even write?” Akaashi asked.
“Whatever we want! I know what I’m going to write already.” Bokuto replied, striding over to the only wall they hadn’t done anything to.
Intrigued, Akaashi stood up and followed Bokuto to the wall. Bokuto hummed a familiar unnamed tune as he propped his body up against the wall to begin writing. He leaned over his spot on the wall so Akaashi couldn’t see around him, only standing back from it once he was finished. He beamed proudly at his work and stepped aside for Akaashi to get a look.
Inside of a big heart that he had drawn, Bokuto had put all of their initials with the word forever underneath. Akaashi held onto Bokuto’s arm, resting his head against it.
“Your turn ’Kaashi.” Bokuto said, holding out the permanent marker to him before stuffing the other three into his pants pocket.
Akaashi took it and took his place along the wall. He tapped the bottom of the marker against his chin in thought. He threw his eyebrows up in realization, sticking his tongue out a bit as he wrote. Bokuto watched him with an adoring smile-- Akaashi was just too cute. He was dragged from his thoughts by Akaashi looking over at him and asking him what he thought. Bokuto craned his neck to get a better look at the writing on the wall.
‘With you all by my side, I’ve finally found my home.’ was written neatly a little ways away from Bokuto’s heart.
“Akaaaashi,” Bokuto drawled, throwing his arms up to give his boyfriend a noogie, “stop being so damn precious!”
Bokuto rubbed his knuckles into the top of Akaashi’s head, both of them looking up to see that Kuroo and Kenma had returned and were watching as they played around. Bokuto let Akaashi escape his grasp, bouncing over to where Kuroo and Kenma stood with food. Kuroo held out food for Bokuto to take as Kenma searched his arms for his cup of water.
“One sweet onion chicken teriyaki protein bowl for Bo, with a water,” Kuroo began listing everyone’s order off, handing the food out as he went, “Tuna sandwich on wheat bread for Akaashi, with a Sprite. A cold cut combo on white bread for Kenma, and whatever mess of a drink he got. A steak and cheese on italian bread for myself, with a Dr. Pepper to wash it down. And enough cookies for everyone.”
Now that everyone had their food, they headed into the kitchen to avoid any paint-in-food accidents. Akaashi, being the only one that had enough spare time the past few weeks, had come to the house before the others to tell the movers where certain things went and set up any furniture he could manage, so thankfully the kitchen table and chairs were ready to be used. They all took a seat and began munching on their food, talking amongst themselves about what their next plans for the house were.
“So, what’s this?” Kuroo asked, gesturing towards the unpainted wall in the living room.
The rest of them followed him, stopping to stand behind him. Bokuto explained his idea of writing messages and painting over them once again.
“That’s a good idea, Bo!” Kuroo exclaimed. He held his hand out and waited for Bokuto to give him a marker to write with.
He thought for a moment, then began his work. He scribbled away before pulling back and capping the marker.
‘I promise to make it so we can keep falling in love together.’ was scrawled on the wall next to Akaashi’s writing.
Kuroo grinned at them, all three returning the smile. Bokuto shoved his hand into his pocket again and pulled out another marker, tapping Kenma on the shoulder with it. Kenma took it and took his place at the wall.
“No peeking.” Kenma said, narrowing his eyes at the three of them.
Akaashi simply nodded, while the other two threw their hands up defensively. Kenma faced the wall again and began doodling, his hand making slow, decisive movements. He took quite awhile, crouching down some halfway through. When he finished, they all looked over his shoulder and saw three small drawings. One drawing of what they could guess to be some sort of dog, one of a tree, and one of a face that had a very familiar rooster-like bedhead.
“A drawing that represents each of you. The siberian husky for Bokuto, the tree for Akaashi, and Kuroo for Kuroo.” Kenma said, hoping to clear any confusion.
“Why a dog for Bo? Wouldn’t an owl make more sense?”
“I guess I just thought that was a bit too... obvious? Siberian huskies are friendly dogs that are easy to get along with,” Kenma paused, his eyes locking on Bokuto as he spoke, “They enjoy attention and can be a little sensitive, but are intelligent in their own right. An active, charismatic dog that makes for great company? I think that fits Bo well.”
Kenma looked down at his hands, twiddling with the marker before adding something else.
“Plus, the black and white colors remind me of him.”
Kuroo busted out laughing at that, slapping a hand onto Kenma’s shoulder to support himself. Kenma stiffened, lightly pushing his boyfriend off. Kuroo stood back up after a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Bokuto stared at the dog doodle, beaming at the sweet words his boyfriend had said about him. He stepped closer and threw an arm around Kenma’s shoulders.
“Well, I am pretty great, aren't I?” He laughed. His face fell into a more subtle smile and he leaned down so he was speaking directly into Kenma’s ear, planting a small kiss on his earlobe, “Thank you, Kenma.”
Kenma brought a hand up to cup Bokuto’s cheek, nuzzling his face into the other man’s. Bokuto responded by doing the same, before pulling away. Their hands didn’t leave the other’s face until Bokuto had stepped away completely. Akaashi smiled at their show, but decided to get the conversation back on track.
“Okay, so what about the mine? And Kuroo’s?” Akaashi asked, clearly interested in Kenma’s thought process behind his own drawing the most.
“Yeah! How come they each get something cool and I get my face?” Kuroo sounded a bit incredulous.
“Well, that’s because...” Kenma put on the softest smile he could manage, going in for the kill, “there’s nothing quite like you in this world, Tetsurou.”
Kuroo just about fainted on the spot, Akaashi and Bokuto rushing to hold him up. Kenma recoiled-- he had been unaware of just how affected Kuroo would be by his honesty. Akaashi and Bokuto were surprised as well, not expecting Kenma’s usage of Kuroo’s first name. Kuroo recovered from his shock after being given a minute to clear his head. He was very obviously still a bit flustered, though.
“Then what about ‘Kaashi’s?” Kuroo asked, clearing his throat.
“Mmm, ‘Kaashi,” Kenma started, looking off into space, “He’s like a tree in the sense that he’s encompassing, sturdy, and observant. He’s distant at times, but he’s always there, watching over us. He has a very comforting presence, one you can rely on. A truly gentle and loving force.”
Before anything else could be said, Akaashi wandered over to Kenma. He bent down, placing his face in the crook of Kenma’s neck and embraced him. Kenma felt Akaashi bury his head further into his neck, his eyelashes tickling Kenma’s skin. Akaashi pulled back from the hug, his face scrunched up from trying to stop the tears that were on the verge of spilling. He tried to speak, his voice failing him several times. Finally, he managed to choke out a single sentence.
“I love you so much.” Akaashi said, hoping the emotion he felt came through in those few words.
Bokuto and Kuroo watched on as they left the other two to have their moment. There was another hug, along with whispers of sweet words. When they were finished, Akaashi wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, letting out a ragged breath.
“Okay,” Akaashi clapped his hands together, “no more tears today. We’ve got to finish this up before dinner time.”
They all agreed, dispersing to get to work once again. Kuroo and Bokuto started on the first coat of paint on the wall while Kenma and Akaashi began cleaning up the other tools and putting it all where it belonged. As they did their tasks, they talked about their plans for dinner, things that happened at work, and any other small talk they could think to have. Eventually, there was a lull in conversation that led into a comfortable silence. They worked until the sun began to set.
They all four stood back in the living room doorway. They had finally finished and, as far as they were concerned, they did a pretty good job.
“We’re finally done.” Kuroo said with a disbelieving tone.
They each felt their chest swell with pride and joy. They had tackled and conquered their very first home project. They stood awhile longer, drinking in the sight and enjoying the fruits of their labor.
“I say we do something to celebrate. What do you all think about going out to eat tonight? There’s a nice restaurant that opened up a month ago, no reservations necessary. I’ve been wanting to take you guys for a while now.” Kuroo talked as he pulled his phone out to show them pictures of the restaurant.
Bokuto, Akaashi, and Kenma all perked up at this, bobbing their heads up and down. Kuroo chuckled, cutting it short after he got a good look at the state of everyone’s clothes.
“Okay, we’ll go after we get changed.” Kuroo ushered them all upstairs where boxes of their clothing were waiting for them.
They all changed out of their dirty outfits, exchanging them for cleaner, nicer ones. Double checking that they had everything they needed-- wallets, phones, and keys, they headed back downstairs and piled out the door. Bokuto and Akaashi straggled behind a bit, standing in the door as the other two went to the car. Bokuto tugged on Akaashi’s wrist, taking a small step forward.
“Come on, Akaashi, what’re you waiting for?” Bokuto questioned.
“It just feels so... surreal. We’re finally moved in together after all this time.” Akaashi responded.
“Yeah, it does sorta feel like a dream come true, huh?” Bokuto said, turning around to fully face Akaashi. He curled his arms around Akaashi’ waist, “But it’s real life. This is our home.”
The last sentence struck a chord with Akaashi, leaving him speechless. Then he smiled and tilted his head to the side.
“Yeah, our home.” Akaashi said, removing Bokuto’s arms from his waist and linking their hands together.
“Now let’s go, before they leave us behind!” Bokuto joked, dragging Akaashi with him as he ran towards the car, both men grinning the whole way.