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“Did you know I can render Bokuto-san to the floor with just a song?”
Kuroo peeked at Akaashi and swiftly turned his head to where Bokuto was picking up a ball to carry on top of the others he was already holding, only to have it fall along with some others, and repeat. Everyone else was helping with the cleaning up after the practice matches, but Akaashi had caught Kuroo’s attention. Bokuto was a well-built block of muscle and unrelenting enthusiasm. The corners of his lips curled; this could be interesting.
He turned to Akaashi. “Don’t believe you.”
“Wanna bet?” Akaashi asked, eyebrows raised and a slight smirk on his face. Now this was a rare sight.
Kuroo snorted. “Yeah, alright. One thousand yen. Show me what you got.”
Akaashi called Bokuto over, who immediately dropped his ball hoard and scampered to them. Kuroo could’ve sworn he even saw Bokuto’s tongue hanging from the edge of his mouth at one point.
Bokuto beamed at being summoned and said “What is it, Akaa-”
“Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone” Akaashi sang. “But there’s nothing I can say to change the things I’ve done.”
Bokuto howled. His hands sprang to cover his ears, and he cautiously walked back a few steps. “No! No, no, no, no.Stop…” His legs trembled visibly and in moments he was slumped on his knees. Burly arm muscles wrapped around the burrowing head as he bent down, the same faint “no” being repeated over and over.
Stoic as ever, Akaashi didn’t stop singing. The broad shoulders shaking under their noses kept pleading for mercy. Bokuto was by then writhing on the floor and Kuroo was in charge of sweeping there.
Akaashi stopped and they stared at a resigned Bokuto finishing the song in cracked murmurs.
He sobbed and peered at them with a glassy eye “Why are you guys so mean?”
Kuroo had already pulled out his wallet and was handing the money to Akaashi. “Kuroo asked me to show him.”
“Well, when you put it like that… Fine, I kinda really wanted to see.” He patted Bokuto’s shoulder and reached down to help him up. “I admire you, man. Being overcome by songs the way you are is almost a talent.”
“It’s just -! It’s Disney, man. They were brothers, you know?”
He hung his arm over his friend’s slouched shoulders and nodded at Akaashi with a slight scowl, mouth silently modulating “I got this”.
“I know, I know. Come on, big boy. Let’s go over there and you can tell me all about it.”
Akaashi then realized he was left with two brooms.