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It’s hard to want something that you just can’t have. Something out of reach. Something divinely superior. Bokuto’s just a samurai, after all. No matter how high ranking.
He’s duty bound to protect, not to love. But isn’t that the same thing, really?
[In which Akaashi is the son of a wealthy Daimyo and Bokuto is the samurai elected to serve as his personal guard. Naturally, they fall in love.]
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“So, I’m probably gonna see you a lot over this summer, huh? What’s your name?” Yamaguchi asks, tone light and airy as he leans forward to rest his chin against his palms, elbows placed on the countertop casually. He’s still smiling with that easy grin. It’s not even a customer service smile- it’s genuine. Tsukishima hesitates for a beat, purses his lips at the question before slinging the bag over his shoulder and looking back into Yamaguchi’s face.
“Tsukishima Kei.”
Or, how Tsukkishima Kei's summer program goes wildly off track thanks to some freckles and a catchy smile.
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It’s times like this, surrounded by crowds like these, he’s forced to ponder the logistics of soulmates, or more accurately, how he could possibly have one when he’s surrounded by people he is decidedly unimpressed with. He’s got the mark- the unmistakable tendrils of murky black that stains a blotch into his elbow. He’s got the mark, and there’s no scrubbing it off, so it stands to reason he must have one, no matter how little he cares for the selection at hand.
Of course, then comes Yamaguchi into his life.
( Each person's skin is marked with an 'ink spot'. When you're near your soulmate, the ink spots move across your skin towards each other. )
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It’s a simple tune, probably one Akaashi knows like the back of his hand. The notes lift with ease, sink back down into something more melancholy before returning smoothly to their previously chipper lilt. It’s really something mesmerising, to watch the way he plays so fluently, with the ease of water running down a mountain spring. The bow moves smoothly against the buzzing strings, Akaashi’s fingers running up and down the neck too fast for Bokuto to even really comprehend the movements.
He's fucked, it seems.
(In which Bokuto Koutarou walks into the wrong room at the right time, and suddenly everything is different.) -
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Akaashi tends not to connect with other people often. He can be friends, he can laugh, he can joke. But real moments of raw human connection are few and far between. But it’s different, with Bokuto. It feels as though they just come together naturally. Like two notes in a chorus, or like orange comes next to red on the rainbow. It’s just how it goes, how it always has gone, how it always will go.
(In which Akaashi Keiji is a sad uni student with a shit job, but maybe it'll be okay if Bokuto just keeps smiling at him.)