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120_minutenTitel: Fate Misnamed part 4
Team: Schneewittchen
Challenge: Angst: verloren gehen (metaphorisch gesehen) [für mich]
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Charaktere/Pairings: Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji (+ Kuroo)
Wörter: 1395
Warnungen: keine
Sprache: Englisch
Summary/Inhalt: Koutarou is almost too scared to face Akaashi. Turns out fate hates him even more than he previously thought.
A/N: Fortsetzung zu den Teilen 1, 2 und 3. Die Story ist auch zu finden auf AO3 =3 (dieser Teil allerdings noch nicht, weil da noch was kommt)
Koutarou wants to turn around and run away. It’s his soulmate and he was so stupid to stand him up. How fucking stupid. And now it’s five minutes to five and Koutarou’s almost at the owl café, just needs to make it to the corner and turn right, but all he wants to do is turn around and go back home because his heart is thumping heavily against his chest and his whole body is shaking.
A passerby bumps into his shoulder and Koutarou jumps, though doesn’t acknowledge the other guy’s quick apology.
He stops. Turns around. Makes a step.
No, you can’t stand him up again. He’s your soulmate!
He shakes his head and turns back around. Takes a deep breath, breathes in the fresh air with its distinct smell after a shower of rain, and allows himself to look up into the grey, overcast sky.
He takes another deep breath, then moves forward and turns the corner - and sees Akaashi standing in front of the owl café, looking up into the sky himself, like Koutarou only moments before.
Koutarou feels his heart sink. Akaashi will be mad at him. Who wouldn’t be after being stood up like that? Koutarou once again ruined everything, and it was going so well before.
He stops, torn between turning around again and facing his fate. He bites his lower lip, tenses his muscles in his arms, and then slowly lets go of it all, takes a deep breath again and lets the air out through his mouth, straightens up and marches head-first into whatever mess he’s made.
Akaashi spots him before he arrives and the corner of Akaashi’s mouth quirks, as if in a smile. At least Koutarou is pretty sure it’s meant to be a smile. When Koutarou comes to a stop in front of him, however, the quirk quivers and disappears again.
“Bo-” — “Akaashi! I’m so SORRY!”
Koutarou puts his hands in front of his face, palm to palm as if in prayer. “Please forgive me for not telling you sooner that I couldn’t make it! I swear, it wasn’t on purpose! I totes forgot!”
Akaashi is quiet for a moment, then that quirk comes back, and Koutarou is sure it’s supposed to be a smile. “That’s okay, Bokuto-san. I’m- I mean…” He takes a deep breath. “I need to tell you something.”
Koutarou slowly lowers his hands, while restless dread settles in his stomach. He’s unable to say anything, but apparently, Akaashi doesn’t need him to. He looks into Koutarou’s eyes and the seconds that go by make Koutarou even more nervous.
“I’m sorry for not telling you this right from the start… I really am. I just thought-” Akaashi looks down and starts fiddling with his fingers. Koutarou has noticed that Akaashi tends to do that when he feels uncomfortable. It’s a really bad sign. Koutarou doesn’t know what to do, he’s scared.
Akaashi says something, and Koutarou is pretty sure he knows all the words and knows what those words mean strung together. But he still doesn’t really comprehend what Akaashi just said.
“What?”
Akaashi looks at him again, though his eyes jump around until they settle somewhere to the right of Koutarou’s face. “You’re not my soulmate,” he repeats.
This time, the words make sense. Koutarou isn’t sure he wants them to, though.
“You mean… we’re not…? But I felt the…” Koutarou starts but he doesn’t really know what he actually wants to say. He knows that he feels confused and hurt and also unsure about how to feel. He just doesn’t know how to say it.
Akaashi says something again, Koutarou thinks, but he blinks and nothing is parsing.
“I don’t understand…” Koutarou blurts, even though he doesn’t really intend to. He can feel how his own eyes are open wide. He must look stupid, like a deer caught in the headlights.
“I think I need to go and calm down, okay?” Koutarou says and belatedly notices how Akaashi’s jaw snaps shut. He also notices how Akaashi seems tense, how his face scrunches up as if he wants to disagree. But then Akaashi just sighs.
“Okay.”
“I- uh, I’ll just… I’ll text you.”
In a daze, Koutarou walks past Akaashi first, then realizes he’s walking in the wrong direction, turns around and-
He’s in front of the apartment he shares with his best friend, but he doesn’t remember how he came back. Confused and a little alarmed, Koutarou wonders what else he didn’t notice on the way here. He checks his arms and legs for injuries - because it’s a likely possibility he somehow hurt himself on the way without noticing (it happened in the past) - but luckily, he doesn’t find any.
Then he realizes that he must look very stupid just standing around in front of his apartment. People will surely think he’s a freak or a creep or something. The problem is, Koutarou kind of forgot how to open the door, his nerves are so shot.
“Bo?”
He whirls around, arms flailing, until his eyes land on his best friend, who’s looking at him with a puzzled expression.
“Kuroo!”
“What are you doing here? I thought you had a date with your soulmate? Did you get the day wrong?” Kuroo comes up to the door and, lucky for Koutarou, pulls out the keys and opens up.
“Well…” Koutarou starts, follows Kuroo inside and then kind of follows him like a lost puppy. He feels very stupid.
“Bro, what’s wrong? You’re kinda not yourself today.” Kuroo narrows his eyes at Koutarou, in contemplation, because that’s what Kuroo always does when he is contemplating. At least when he’s looking at Koutarou and contemplating.
“I’m confused?”
Kuroo raises his eyebrows. “About what?”
“Akaashi said I’m not his soulmate?”
Kuroo blinks at him, then blinks again. “Hot damn.”
“But how?” Koutarou still doesn’t understand how that works. He is very sure he felt the tell-tale twinge and his soulmate countdown went to zero when he met Akaashi. No one else was around at that time - at least not close enough. Koutarou can’t have mistaken his own soulmate, can he? And why hasn’t Akaashi said anything before, then?
“Bo!” Kuroo suddenly almost yells and Koutarou flinches.
“You’re not listening again, bro. Try to focus.”
Koutarou nods and looks straight into Kuroo’s eyes. They tend to focus him a little when he’s distracted. It’s a nice trick.
“Listen. I’m not sure what that Akaashi guy is pulling, but I know for a fact that it’s impossible to mistake your soulmate. You know how it was for me, right? You know that it was the same for literally everybody else you know who’s already found their soulmate. If you felt the twinge and your countdown went down, it’s him.” Kuroo’s hands are on Koutarou’s shoulders and he doesn’t remember when they got there. He’s glad about it, though, because he feels a little faint.
“You’re right. He’s my soulmate. But I don’t understand…”
“Listen. I really don’t know what the fuck is wrong with that Akaashi guy, but maybe there was just some miscommunication? Or he was brainwashed into believing soulmates are humbug, who knows what kinds of people he associates with.” Kuroo pats his right shoulder and grins at him. Koutarou thinks he might be right. Kuroo is smart, he should know what’s up better than Koutarou.
“Right.”
“You should talk to the guy. Or dump him.”
“I should talk to him?” Koutarou isn’t so sure Kuroo is right anymore. He doesn’t feel like talking to Akaashi, because he knows he’s still scared. Too scared. It’s like there’s a blanket of anxiety over him that he can’t get rid of.
Kuroo narrows his eyes at Koutarou again and seems to be coming to some sort of conclusion. “Guess you can wait with the talking till tomorrow at least. Get some rest, calm down a bit. Let’s watch a movie or something.”
Koutarou doesn’t know if watching a movie will help, but he definitely knows that he himself doesn’t know what could help, so he lets Kuroo guide him for now. At the very least, he knows that Kuroo is the bestest best friend he could ever wish for. He clings to that thought and tries not to focus too much on his anxiety. It doesn’t work, but it’s a start.
“Okay.”
Team: Schneewittchen
Challenge: Angst: verloren gehen (metaphorisch gesehen) [für mich]
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Charaktere/Pairings: Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji (+ Kuroo)
Wörter: 1395
Warnungen: keine
Sprache: Englisch
Summary/Inhalt: Koutarou is almost too scared to face Akaashi. Turns out fate hates him even more than he previously thought.
A/N: Fortsetzung zu den Teilen 1, 2 und 3. Die Story ist auch zu finden auf AO3 =3 (dieser Teil allerdings noch nicht, weil da noch was kommt)
Koutarou wants to turn around and run away. It’s his soulmate and he was so stupid to stand him up. How fucking stupid. And now it’s five minutes to five and Koutarou’s almost at the owl café, just needs to make it to the corner and turn right, but all he wants to do is turn around and go back home because his heart is thumping heavily against his chest and his whole body is shaking.
A passerby bumps into his shoulder and Koutarou jumps, though doesn’t acknowledge the other guy’s quick apology.
He stops. Turns around. Makes a step.
No, you can’t stand him up again. He’s your soulmate!
He shakes his head and turns back around. Takes a deep breath, breathes in the fresh air with its distinct smell after a shower of rain, and allows himself to look up into the grey, overcast sky.
He takes another deep breath, then moves forward and turns the corner - and sees Akaashi standing in front of the owl café, looking up into the sky himself, like Koutarou only moments before.
Koutarou feels his heart sink. Akaashi will be mad at him. Who wouldn’t be after being stood up like that? Koutarou once again ruined everything, and it was going so well before.
He stops, torn between turning around again and facing his fate. He bites his lower lip, tenses his muscles in his arms, and then slowly lets go of it all, takes a deep breath again and lets the air out through his mouth, straightens up and marches head-first into whatever mess he’s made.
Akaashi spots him before he arrives and the corner of Akaashi’s mouth quirks, as if in a smile. At least Koutarou is pretty sure it’s meant to be a smile. When Koutarou comes to a stop in front of him, however, the quirk quivers and disappears again.
“Bo-” — “Akaashi! I’m so SORRY!”
Koutarou puts his hands in front of his face, palm to palm as if in prayer. “Please forgive me for not telling you sooner that I couldn’t make it! I swear, it wasn’t on purpose! I totes forgot!”
Akaashi is quiet for a moment, then that quirk comes back, and Koutarou is sure it’s supposed to be a smile. “That’s okay, Bokuto-san. I’m- I mean…” He takes a deep breath. “I need to tell you something.”
Koutarou slowly lowers his hands, while restless dread settles in his stomach. He’s unable to say anything, but apparently, Akaashi doesn’t need him to. He looks into Koutarou’s eyes and the seconds that go by make Koutarou even more nervous.
“I’m sorry for not telling you this right from the start… I really am. I just thought-” Akaashi looks down and starts fiddling with his fingers. Koutarou has noticed that Akaashi tends to do that when he feels uncomfortable. It’s a really bad sign. Koutarou doesn’t know what to do, he’s scared.
Akaashi says something, and Koutarou is pretty sure he knows all the words and knows what those words mean strung together. But he still doesn’t really comprehend what Akaashi just said.
“What?”
Akaashi looks at him again, though his eyes jump around until they settle somewhere to the right of Koutarou’s face. “You’re not my soulmate,” he repeats.
This time, the words make sense. Koutarou isn’t sure he wants them to, though.
“You mean… we’re not…? But I felt the…” Koutarou starts but he doesn’t really know what he actually wants to say. He knows that he feels confused and hurt and also unsure about how to feel. He just doesn’t know how to say it.
Akaashi says something again, Koutarou thinks, but he blinks and nothing is parsing.
“I don’t understand…” Koutarou blurts, even though he doesn’t really intend to. He can feel how his own eyes are open wide. He must look stupid, like a deer caught in the headlights.
“I think I need to go and calm down, okay?” Koutarou says and belatedly notices how Akaashi’s jaw snaps shut. He also notices how Akaashi seems tense, how his face scrunches up as if he wants to disagree. But then Akaashi just sighs.
“Okay.”
“I- uh, I’ll just… I’ll text you.”
In a daze, Koutarou walks past Akaashi first, then realizes he’s walking in the wrong direction, turns around and-
He’s in front of the apartment he shares with his best friend, but he doesn’t remember how he came back. Confused and a little alarmed, Koutarou wonders what else he didn’t notice on the way here. He checks his arms and legs for injuries - because it’s a likely possibility he somehow hurt himself on the way without noticing (it happened in the past) - but luckily, he doesn’t find any.
Then he realizes that he must look very stupid just standing around in front of his apartment. People will surely think he’s a freak or a creep or something. The problem is, Koutarou kind of forgot how to open the door, his nerves are so shot.
“Bo?”
He whirls around, arms flailing, until his eyes land on his best friend, who’s looking at him with a puzzled expression.
“Kuroo!”
“What are you doing here? I thought you had a date with your soulmate? Did you get the day wrong?” Kuroo comes up to the door and, lucky for Koutarou, pulls out the keys and opens up.
“Well…” Koutarou starts, follows Kuroo inside and then kind of follows him like a lost puppy. He feels very stupid.
“Bro, what’s wrong? You’re kinda not yourself today.” Kuroo narrows his eyes at Koutarou, in contemplation, because that’s what Kuroo always does when he is contemplating. At least when he’s looking at Koutarou and contemplating.
“I’m confused?”
Kuroo raises his eyebrows. “About what?”
“Akaashi said I’m not his soulmate?”
Kuroo blinks at him, then blinks again. “Hot damn.”
“But how?” Koutarou still doesn’t understand how that works. He is very sure he felt the tell-tale twinge and his soulmate countdown went to zero when he met Akaashi. No one else was around at that time - at least not close enough. Koutarou can’t have mistaken his own soulmate, can he? And why hasn’t Akaashi said anything before, then?
“Bo!” Kuroo suddenly almost yells and Koutarou flinches.
“You’re not listening again, bro. Try to focus.”
Koutarou nods and looks straight into Kuroo’s eyes. They tend to focus him a little when he’s distracted. It’s a nice trick.
“Listen. I’m not sure what that Akaashi guy is pulling, but I know for a fact that it’s impossible to mistake your soulmate. You know how it was for me, right? You know that it was the same for literally everybody else you know who’s already found their soulmate. If you felt the twinge and your countdown went down, it’s him.” Kuroo’s hands are on Koutarou’s shoulders and he doesn’t remember when they got there. He’s glad about it, though, because he feels a little faint.
“You’re right. He’s my soulmate. But I don’t understand…”
“Listen. I really don’t know what the fuck is wrong with that Akaashi guy, but maybe there was just some miscommunication? Or he was brainwashed into believing soulmates are humbug, who knows what kinds of people he associates with.” Kuroo pats his right shoulder and grins at him. Koutarou thinks he might be right. Kuroo is smart, he should know what’s up better than Koutarou.
“Right.”
“You should talk to the guy. Or dump him.”
“I should talk to him?” Koutarou isn’t so sure Kuroo is right anymore. He doesn’t feel like talking to Akaashi, because he knows he’s still scared. Too scared. It’s like there’s a blanket of anxiety over him that he can’t get rid of.
Kuroo narrows his eyes at Koutarou again and seems to be coming to some sort of conclusion. “Guess you can wait with the talking till tomorrow at least. Get some rest, calm down a bit. Let’s watch a movie or something.”
Koutarou doesn’t know if watching a movie will help, but he definitely knows that he himself doesn’t know what could help, so he lets Kuroo guide him for now. At the very least, he knows that Kuroo is the bestest best friend he could ever wish for. He clings to that thought and tries not to focus too much on his anxiety. It doesn’t work, but it’s a start.
“Okay.”
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