Notes

"Exactly," Bokuto beamed at having someone agree with him. Akaashi wrapped his tortilla as he was taught. He was met with some issues, as the filling was a lot. He fumbled with the corners to avoid cracking or ripping them.

"Hm," Bokuto hummed to himself and offered to step closer to his plate.

"Can I?" Bokuto asked for permission before even being close to Akaashi's food. He nodded and watched how Bokuto's fingers folded the lower part inward. He held it there and folded both of the sides as usual. That way, Akaashi realized he had tucked in any gap within his roll.

"I like to tuck in the opposite end of where you eat, because nothing falls that way," Bokuto only tipped humbly. Akaashi didn't find himself looking up at Bokuto, whose presence was reasonably close for only a second. He had no idea why Bokuto stepped closer,

"Sorry for invading your private space, I needed to reach the tortillas," Bokuto laughed lightheartedly. He wasn't even that close, but close enough to cause his stomach to drop. Akaashi wanted to blush out of embarrassment.

Sugawara's lenses caused him to see Bokuto's closeness as a flirting attempt. Jesus Christ, the man was only reaching for food.

"Didn't mean to block the way," Akaashi laughed equally as lightheartedly and walked back to his seat. Bokuto waved it off immediately as he filled up his own roll.

They were seated again, with the pleasure of eating well. Bokuto enjoyed his usual soft drink, while Akaashi wholeheartedly enjoyed the cider. So much so, that he enjoyed the entire can. He did consider opening a new one. Akaashi looked over at the rest of the cans, but not uncaught.

"Go ahead! I thought you'd enjoy the cider later too, just nonchalantly. I have a six-pack of it in the fridge," Bokuto referred to the six cans in the fridge. Akaashi did nod at the information, though his mind went to a non-existent place. That place was called instagram and had Bokuto's pictures.

Akaashi did have a lot of questions, despite the silence between them. He figured he preferred to wait until they sat in the living room. It would be more appropriate that way. Bokuto and Akaashi soon had the privilege to feel full and satisfied with it. They both finished their second roll in comfortable silence.

By the time they were done, Akaashi had enjoyed a second can. Meanwhile, Bokuto was immediately starting to clean up. Akaashi did offer his help but was denied kindly. Bokuto's hospitality was unlike anything. It was all it was. Hospitality. Yet, Akaashi's mind was fixated on every action he did nearly effortlessly. He noticed how Bokuto could hum a tune while setting back vegetables in the fridge.

It was something about Bokuto's peaceful behavior while working in his home. Akaashi couldn't put a finger on it, or form any good explanation. Akaashi was fascinated by how easily Bokuto did boring tasks, with a humble expression the entire time. Even Sugawara, his best friend, would look tired while making him something.

Sugawara enjoyed helping Akaashi, of course. Bokuto was a different story. He seemed to reach an arm to assist and assist, despite them knowing each other for a short period. Akaashi couldn't imagine how Bokuto would be as a classmate, co-worker, etc. At the end of the cleaning, Akaashi hadn't gotten Bokuto out of his head.

The pair of friends first washed their hands for any residue their eyes had missed. After the kitchen looked unvisited, Bokuto turned to Akaashi again. His thoughts halted immediately upon looking back at his taller friend. Bokuto nodded toward the living room and asked whether they should move. Akaashi decided to bring half a can of cider, which Bokuto noticed.

Akaashi agreed and followed him out to the comfortable living room. Or so he believed until he realized Bokuto was behind him. His friend thoughtfully brought another can. Akaashi knew he couldn't drink due to driving. Yet another kind gesture, which warmed Akaashi's heart again.