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“Ready for game night?” 

Your best friend stood by the door beaming, towel draped across his shoulder, still sweaty from practice. His white and grey hair spiked up and his golden eyes glimmered, excitedly showing you the board game in his hand.

“Really? Twister again?” 

Your eyes narrowed at the sight of the same box covered in bright neon spots. 

You and Bokuto Koutaro had been inseparable since childhood: your moms were best friends dating back to their college days, so naturally, so were you two. Often you would find yourself playing with him in his or your living room whilst your moms hung out, alternating between the same two locations. At 10, Bokuto started playing volleyball and joined a junior team. His passion for the sport blossomed over time, and so, he became more and more preoccupied with practice each day. Upset that you were seeing him less often, you proposed a pact: To play game night together every Sunday. If one of you didn’t show up or refused to play a game the other had chosen, you would owe them a big favour, no questions asked. Now, 7 years later, you were still following the same silly pact.

You scoffed as you slumped your way onto the couch, with Bokuto following closely behind. Since starting high school, Bokuto always brought the same rotation of games to play—Monopoly, Scrabble, Jenga, and Twister. Every. Single. Time. You knew he was busy with nationals coming up as Fukurodani’s ace. Honestly, you didn’t care that you were playing the same games over and over again because game night was always a blast regardless–they always ended with both of you laughing so hard that neither of you could breath properly.

“Y’know, if you’re gonna bring that game again, you have to know that I’m gonna win, like always, right?” You grinned, lightheartedly teasing him. 

You loved to tease Bokuto because of how easy it was to get on his nerves. The two of you had that kind of playful relationship, where the immature side of you that nobody else knew about showed. Of course, you never went past his limits; his emo mode and his droopy hair was no fun for anyone.

“How about we add a twist to it?”

You didn’t notice Bokuto’s smirk, but rather you were amused by his mediocre effort to make a pun, making you giggle.

“Each time you fall, you take a piece of clothing off.”

Your eyes hardened.

“No way in hell am I doing that,” you sternly opposed. 

Maybe you were reading too much into it, but your heartbeat raced at the thought of intimacy. You had never done anything like that with anyone before, and Bokuto was just a friend. The same childish boy you always hung out with.

“Scared? You haven’t forgotten about our pact, have you~~”

Immediately, the memory of you cleaning Bokuto’s messy room came to mind–a stench from no particular source, sticky floors from spilled soda, worn clothes piled everywhere. All because you didn’t want to get pied in the face. You were not going to go through that again.

“Fine,” You unwillingly agreed just as Bokuto finished setting up the mat.

You reminded yourself that this was your best friend. A teenage boy. He always had the weirdest ideas and suggestions without any thought behind them, so this was probably another one of them. That was all it was. 

You took turns spinning the wheel.

“Right hand, red.”

“Left leg, green.”

You became more and more determined not to lose as the game progressed. Your flexibility was so unmatched for Bokuto that you didn’t even have to try. But you did anyway. Neither of you were giving up easily, until Bokuto was stuck in an impossible position that would require him to have to dislocate his limbs for him to be able to move without falling. Your bodies already intertwined, he fell on top of you, disappointed by his loss.

“Aww..that was so unfair!! Nobody would be able to do that!!” he complained.

“What can I say? The game’s the game. Yet another win for me~~” you teased, smugly gloating about your effortless victory.

His downcast demeanor quickly recovered after he reached for his volleyball patterned socks and yanked them off, wiggling his toes near your face while grinning.

“EWWW. Get your stinky feet away from me.”

At that moment, you were reminded of Bokuto’s immature nature and felt a sense of relief. You were definitely overthinking things. The second round begun, and mere minutes later, Bokuto lost balance.

“The mat was slippery!!! I wouldn’t have lost if it wasn’t for that!!” he whined, pleading for a rematch.

“All I hear is excuses, excuses, excuses. Just accept your defeat, loser.”

Bokuto groaned, raising his arms to lift up his shirt above his head.

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Bokuto tossed his shirt to the side, ready to start the next round. What you weren’t expecting to see was a perfectly chiseled figure; His muscles were toned and your eyes lingered a little too long at the prominent outline of his abs. Obviously, you knew he had to be fit as a volleyball player, but deep down, you had always viewed him as that childish boy you saw when you first met. Maybe that would change now. Damn, what a view. Feeling a flush build up on your face, you looked down, hand covering your face.

“Like what you see?~~” Bokuto started flexing to show off his upper body, completely oblivious to your sudden shyness.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how his large biceps could put you straight into headlock, and you’d enjoy it. Oh my god, what is wrong with you?!!?, you internally scolded at yourself.

“L-let’s start the third round already,” you muttered, still trying hard to avoid eye contact.

The atmosphere shifted. You wondered if you were finally starting to see him as a real man.

The intimate distance between you and the now shirtless Bokuto made your heart hammer faster and more intensely. Your body heated up in the moment and your eyes darted everywhere, eventually leading to you locking eyes with his golden orbs. Flustered, you tried to refocus on spinning the wheel for the next instruction when your palms drenched in sweat slipped and you fell face first into the mat. Crap.

“That’s not very like you to fall so easily like that. We barely even started. Or are you so amazed by my perfect figure?~~” Bokuto chuckled, staring at you lying on the floor in defeat.

“I’m definitely not. Ugh, I can’t believe that just happened,” you grumbled.

You finally build the will to push yourself up from the ground and start pulling off your sports headband—the one you always wore on game night for maximum concentration.

“Accessories dont count, dummy.”

“Is that written in the rulebook?” you snarked.

“Well, this is my game, so it’s my rules,” He joked.

“Go on then.”

You didn’t have much of a choice. Never in a million years would you have anticipated undressing in front of your childhood best friend, or anyone ever. You were embarrassed of your underwear choice today—nobody was going to see it anyways. Emphasis on was. You took a deep breath and hesitantly grasped the hem of your oversized tee. Bokuto’s voice cut through the tense silence.

“Here, let me help you.”

He pulled your shirt off in one smooth motion, not once breaking eye contact with you. You figured he was just trying to help, but it turned you on more than you’d like to admit. You felt like you were seeing a completely new side of him.

Now, you were sitting in your lace bralette with Bokuto, shirtless. You noticed his gaze linger there, coming to the revelation that you two may no longer be just friends.

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“How ‘bout we spice things up?” The sexual awakening in you made you instantaneously a hundred times bolder.

“The loser also has to do a truth or dare.”

Bokuto agreed, amused by the idea. A new round commenced, and the teasing continued—except this time, it was different. More sensual. Bokuto’s finger slowly traced along your bralette strap, fiddling with it here and there between turns. Your hands glided over his defined muscles. You wanted to see where things would go, so you lousily pretended to fall and lose.

“Not again~~” you whined.

Bokuto noticed and played along.

“Aw shucks. I wonder what’s up with you today..Sooo~~ which one will it be?” He glanced back and forth between your bralette and your sweatpants, patiently waiting for an answer.

“If you would so kindly do the honors,” you purred, leaning your chest towards him. Driven by desire, his arms reached around your back, delicately grabbing onto the hooks to undo them. You admired his face, tongue peeking out from utter concentration.

It suddenly hit you—you hadn’t thought this through. You never imagined things would go this far. It was just the flirty side of you talking this whole time. Before you knew it, your bralette was discarded out of sight. Now, one of your most intimate parts were on show for the first time. This is fine, you reassured yourself. I mean, you two were close enough to do something like this…right? But then you saw his eyes widen at the sight of you, staring in complete fascination, almost drooling. That look wasn’t friendship. It was something deeper. Riskier.

“So..hot…”

”Now for the second part: Truth or Dare? Choose wisely~” He winked.

“Dare,” you replied without thinking, clouded by your thoughts.

You questioned if you really just saw him as a friend; you might’ve treated him as something more all this time. A different side of you came out around him—one that felt like your true self. Perhaps the absence of romance in your life had blurred the boundary between love and friendship. Then, you realised. It wasn’t just a teasing friendship. Your feelings for him were real. They had been all this time.

“I dare you to let me play with your boobs until you moan.”

Bokuto’s words brought you back to your senses. You gulped, nervous and taken aback by the sudden erotic suggestion. You’d never had sex, let alone gotten intimate with anyone before—the epitome of inexperienced. The thought of you actually doing those things made you feel uneasy. Imagining or talking about it was easy; actually doing it was a completely different story. But right now, you wanted it. Badly. Because it was Bokuto. It was no longer just a game. Fully committing to him, you leaned back, hands on the floor behind you, signaling for him to go ahead.

“Even if this is my first time doing something like this with someone, don’t think that you’ll get a sound out of me so easily,” you said, putting on an act all coy.

”Since it’s your first time, I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

He started by cupping one of his large hands over your left breast, gently squeezing and massaging it continually as you squirmed at his touch. He played around your areolas, teasing at your touch deprived nipples. He finally made his way to your now erect nipples, experimentally fondling and twisting, thumbs circling them. It was a pleasurable sensation never felt before, stimulating your head to arch back in response. You desperately tried to shut out the sounds trying to escape from your mouth. You didn’t want him to stop. You would go all the way with him if you could. He looked up at you for the green light to continue before bringing his face level with your breasts, taking them in with his eyes before sucking on your hard nipples gently. Before you thought it couldn’t get any better, he sucked on his fingers, drenching them in saliva and continued fondling your right nipple while his tongue circled your left. Aroused by the wet sensation on your tits, you started to feel a growing wetness between your legs.

“Don’t stop—please!” a loud moan eventually slipped out, realising your pleasure was coming to an end.

He straightened up to face you, still panting, hand ruffling through his messy hair.

“That might’ve been the best time I’ve ever had—unless you want to experience something even better.”

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The sexual tension between the two of you accelerated, staring at each other with pure desire.

“How about another round?” You insisted, not wanting to give up the game just yet.

Amongst another round with your figures entwined again, you saw Bokuto staring at your bare breasts, hungry. He nipped at one of your tips, causing you to yelp from the sudden pinch. You both collapsed onto the ground, and you were perched perfectly on top of Bokuto.

“Guess we both lost~~” he growled, holding you by your hips.

He teased at the waistband of your sweatpants and slid them down your thighs. You followed, pulling down his volleyball shorts to reveal boxers that were barely hiding a growing bulge.

“Cute~~” he seductively whispered, glancing at your hello kitty underwear.

“Not so fast,” you interrupted.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare. And I’m saving your truth or dare for later~~”

“Fine with me,” You unsuspectingly agreed.

Now sure of your feelings and extremely horny, you thought of the perfect dare to get started with Bokuto.

“My dare,” you innocently uttered, “is for you to have a taste of me,” glancing down at your underwear.

Before he could react, you grabbed Bokuto by the wrist, leading him up the stairs toward your bedroom.

The door shut behind you as you leaned back onto the bed. You shimmied your wet panties down to your ankles while he watched, knees up, legs spreading wide to show your cunt on full display. He crawled onto the bed on all fours, licking his lips in anticipation. He leaned in between your thighs and admired the area between your legs for a brief moment.

“You look beautiful.”

You felt his warm breath brush past your area along with the swelling pulsating feeling there.

“Tell me if you want me to stop anytime. It’s my first time too y’know..” he whispered, before starting to slowly lap his tongue at your pussy, palms resting on the inside of your thighs. It came to him so naturally. You cried out at the sensual contact with your most intimate part.

“How does it feel~~” he mumbled between laps, attempting to find what felt best for you.

“So…good…don’t stop,” you panted, hips arching up. You never would’ve guessed that your first time would be with Bokuto. But it felt incredible.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

His pleasure heightened with each lap, allowing him to speed up, tongue circling in different directions and delving into your entrance. How was he so good at this? The direct contact of Bokuto’s tongue against your clit sent shockwaves through your body. He noticed, moving to wrap his mouth around your clit to start sucking. He knew your body so well. The pressure on your sensitive nub gradually increased as you started uncontrollably grinding against his face.

“Bokuto~I-I t-think I’m gonna come,” the words barely coming out as you felt the build up of your climax.

He increased his pace more intensely until your release spilled out into his mouth and went down his throat with a swallow. It felt sensational coming for the first time, relieving the years of being touch starved. You panted, short of breath, secretly disappointed that it was already over.

Barely recovering from the sensational experience, your eyes instinctively darted down at the wet spot on his boxers.

“My turn.”

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You pushed him back onto the bed and slipped off his boxers, revealing his fully hard cock. Are they always this big? The talk from you before was just from your overflowing confidence—it was just talk. You wanted to return the favour, but had no idea how. How did I say all that when I don’t even know how to do this.. Embarassed, you couldn’t help but just stare at the mound between his legs.

“Uhm—so how do I..?” you gulped.

“I’ll guide you all the way, don’t worry.”

He started by guiding your hand to trail up and down his length as he softly groaned in response. Bokuto was immediately engrossed in your touch.

“Just like that, do whatever feels right.”

Precum leaking out his tip, you wipe and circle your thumb there for a while, unsure of what to do next. You hesitantly wrapped your hand around his base, fingers barely able to meet. You started stroking your hand up and down his length—his hips bucked up, increasing the friction in your hand.

“Oh, god—you’re such a quick learner~”

Erotic sounds continually left his mouth, telling you that you were doing just fine. 

You used your other hand to circle his precum covered tip, overstimulating his dick with maximum pleasure. His breathy moans boosted your confidence. You placed yourself in between his legs and kissed his tip.

“Ready?”

Bokuto furiously nodded in agreement. Without breaking eye contact, you took him in your mouth, sucking and licking. Making your way towards his tip, you dipped your tongue into the slit, gently twisting and swirling.

“Right there—ngh~~yes! you’re doing so good,” he huffed as he arched back, savoring the stimulating feeling from your tongue.

You slip his cock into your mouth again, slowly bobbing your head up and down the top portion of his length—it being so huge that you struggled to make your way down to the base. He grabbed you by the hair and started grinding along your rhythm, each pass becoming deeper and deeper as he fucked your mouth and dissolved into pleasure. Trying your best to keep up with him, you pick up the pace, helping him reach his peak as he squirted into your mouth, some dripping down your chin. His warm fluids in your mouth felt like a reward for your efforts.

“You taste amazing.”

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“I’m cashing in my truth or dare now,” Bokuto declared, grinning as he sat up.

“Truth or dare?”

“You know I’m answering dare.”

He paused, thinking for a brief moment.

“Now that we’ve gotten a taste of each other, how about we eat each other out at the same time~~? It’ll be double the fun~” he asked, despite it being a dare.

“It would be my pleasure.”

“Our pleasure, to be exact~”

He pulled you down with him, you lying on top of him as he tenderly embraced you by your hips. His warm breath brushed against your face. With no further words needed, your lips pressed together into a longing kiss—a result of years of pining and suppressed feelings. His back arched into you and you felt his tip teasingly poke at your slit. God, you wanted him inside of you.

Despite not wanting to, you finally broke the kiss. “We’re getting off track, Bokuto.”

You shifted around to face Bokuto’s cock as he supported you by the hips. Your mouths were perfectly lined up with each other’s parts.

“Is this position okay?” he asked, readjusting himself and you on top of him.

Both of you took some time to move your bodies to an optimal position and when you finally gave him the green light.

“I’ve always wanted to try this with you.”

He grabbed your ass to pull you in closer, not hesitating for a moment to start lapping, face buried deep in your throbbing pussy. You quickly mirrored with your own actions.

Your tongue licked along the underside of his dick, causing him to jolt and mewl in pleasure. Discovering his sweet spot, you snickered in satisfaction as you continued to aggressively lick and lap there, wanting to supply him with the greatest pleasure possible. Your hand then hooked onto the base of his cock as you took his length in your mouth, deeper this time.

At the same time, you felt a hand caress your pussy. A finger penetrated your entrance, and your walls clenched tensely around it as he pumped in and out of you. Loud moans uncontrollably left your mouth at the foreign feeling up your vagina. He was phenomenal at this.

“Oh~Bokuto! More!” you whimpered.

With great lust taking over you, you thrusted faster and harder. Your walls stretched to accommodate his digit, allowing him to slip a second one in. You were so wet down there that your warm juices squelched loudly between his fingers. He also began to swirl and flick at your clit with his tongue, the rhythm in unison with his fingers.

Erotic sounds filled your bedroom as you grinded into each other. Nothing could be better than this. The simultaneous action in your mouth and your cunt blessed you in ecstasy, seeing stars. It didn’t take long for your climax to approach. You came together, bodies giving out as you both collapsed on top of him, still panting in exhaustion.

“Same time next week?”

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“Same time next week?”

You caught a glimpse of the ceiling, barely conscious, before responding to Bokuto.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself now. But..game night is still on,” you breathed, still huffing.

Your competitive spirit was still fired up. You weren’t gonna lose to him again, especially at a game he was so bad at.

You were stained all over by a mixture of your fluids of pleasure but didn’t have the energy to wash up. In your mind, it was already considered tomorrow’s problem.

“C’mon now, let’s get you cleaned up,” He whispered softly as he slowly got up with you safely in his arms, somehow still beaming with energy. His embrace felt so comforting that you gave in for a second, but you were so worn out that you just wanted to pass out immediately.

“Later,” you groaned in opposition, falling back onto the bed, sinking deeper and deeper into the soft mattress that was calling out to you. A warm smile plastered over his face, admiring the drowsy and childish state that made you so much more adorable to him. The way you curled up into a little ball, the way you didn’t seem to mind your hair being messily draped across your face, the way your heavy breathing slowed down into a steady, gentle rhythm; he loved all of it.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” he muttered under his breath, loud enough for you to catch if not for your groggy state.

With you already half asleep and about to drift off into a peaceful slumber, suddenly, his strong arms swept you up into the air, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom.

“What–hey! Put me down!!” you whined, now wide awake, squirming in his arms.

“I can’t let you go to sleep in this state, can I?” Bokuto’s tone wasn’t teasing–rather, it was affectionate. More tender than before.

He carefully placed you into the bathtub. The contact with the cold surface made you start shuddering. Just as you couldn’t stand it anymore, warm water rushed into the tub as he turned on the faucet, and he delicately rinsed your body with a gentle stream from the showerhead. He took extra care with your sensitive areas. Was Bokuto always this sweet and attentive?

As he finished up, he climbed into the bathtub with you, turned off the faucet, and shifted his gaze to you, expression unreadable. Now it was silence that filled the room. You didn’t know what to say. But the silence was deafening.

“Kou, I–”

“I love you.”

His expression became dead serious, yet somehow soft at the same time. You saw it in his eyes; he meant what he said. Before you could even react, he continued.

“I always have. I don’t know how or when my feelings toward you grew into something greater, but they were real. I knew they were. There were so many times where I wanted to let it all out and confess all my complicated feelings to you, but I was afraid. Afraid of losing what we already had. My feelings for you had been suppressed all this time, secretly hoping that one day, you would see me as the one for you.”

“Oh, Kou,” you responded, “I had no idea you were feeling like this,”

You never expected anyone to ever feel so deeply for you; even you struggled to see your own worth sometimes. You leaned in for an embrace, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“I’m not completely sure with my feelings now, but I know that I see you as something more too. You’re not just my best friend.”

“Really??” he blurted out, like he couldn’t believe what you had just admitted to him.

You pulled back to look into his endearing puppy eyes as you cupped his cheeks in your palms. Before you knew it, your lips were on his, in a slow and affectionate kiss. You moved closer to straddle his lap before your lips met once again, this time deeper and more passionate in a lingering kiss. Suddenly, the waves of overdue fatigue hit you hard, reminding you of your condition.

“We should really rest now,” you wearily mumbled, struggling to stay awake any longer.

“Aww, alright. But maybe…we reschedule this makeout sesh for another day?” he pleaded.

“Oh my god. That was so corny. Please stop.”

Even your tiredness couldn’t mask how corny that line was. Yes, it was cheesy, but somehow, also sweet.

Without realising it, you slowly drifted off to sleep in the tub. Bokuto replayed your conversation over and over again in his head, giggling at how silly he was thinking that his love was unrequited all this time.

Satisfied with how things turned out, he rummaged through your closet to dress you in the cutest pyjama set he could find and carried you to bed, snugly tucking you into the blanket. Wanting to admire you for just a little longer, he lay next to you, taking in every little detail and part of you; but not long after, he fell asleep.

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You were woken by a loud knock at your door.

“Honey! Come down for breakfast!” your mom shouted from the other side of the door.

Still half asleep, you slowly blinked as a view of Bokuto in a deep sleep came into focus, and you froze. Oh my God—what is he doing here? You jolted up, failing to recall the events that happened yesterday. Every muscle in your body ached, and you collapsed back onto the bed with a groan. The faint smell of sweat lingered on the sheets, and the air was still warm from last night. Then, it hit you all at once—his voice, his confession, the warmth of his embrace. You sank back into the pillow, blushing as the moment replayed–your face heating up even more after the vivid images of something spicier came to mind. Wow. I really did all that. With Bokuto. You hid your burning face under the blanket, something warm fluttering inside you at the thought of the memories that were too good to regret.

The last image that flashed in your mind was you lying in bed naked. You looked down at what you were wearing, confused. When did I put these on? You stopped wearing pyjama sets long ago, so if it wasn’t you, it had to be Bokuto who dug this out from the depths of your closet. Your heartbeat raced, and a small smile tugged at your lips at the thought of how much he had done for you last night.

You turned back around to face him, your faces only inches apart. He was wearing your clothes: a flowery tee that fit like a compression shirt, and fluffy Sanrio pyjama pants that only reached his calves. He was so silly in all the cutest ways.

A knock came at the door again.

“Hey! Are you awake yet? You’re gonna be late for school!” your mom was at the door once again.

“Almost done!” you quickly responded, not wanting her to find out that Bokuto was still here.

You nudged him repeatedly, but he just grumbled and buried himself deeper under the blanket in response.

“Kou!! We have school today, remember? Get up. Now. And my mom cannot find out that you slept over or else she will definitely know what went on last night,” you half-shouted, half-whispered—urgent, but quiet enough not to be heard by anyone outside. You scrambled to gather all the clothes that were still scattered across the floor from last night.

He groaned as he sat up, blinking at his ridiculous outfit, realising his predicament.

“Uh…I don’t have my uniform.”

Your eyes widened, staring daggers at him.

“You what?”

“I didn’t know I was staying over!” 

Your panic grew by the second and you barely had time to think of a plan when the doorknob rattled and the door swung open.

“What are you doing that’s taking so long? Seriously, you’re gonna—” your mom paused when she saw Bokuto, voice softening instantly.

“Bokuto! I didn’t know you stayed the night. And why are you wearing those? She has bigger clothes than that!”

“And you–you’re not even dressed yet. Hurry up!” she snapped at you.

You rolled your eyes at the blatant favoritism and quickly went off to get dressed. When you came downstairs, Bokuto was back in his volleyball kit explaining to your mom how he had to wear this today for a match. Of course she believed such an obvious lie; it came from Bokuto, after all.

You gave the neatly prepared breakfast on the kitchen table a guilty glance before grabbing a banana instead–there was no time after the chaos that unfolded as a result of last night.

As you headed off for school, you took the opportunity to tease Bokuto, partially because you were salty about the unfair treatment you got from your mom.

“I didn’t know you had a match today! Can I come watch? It’s amazing how the school lets athletes wear their sports kit to school the whole day before the matches begin!” you said sarcastically, before adding, “Also, ew. You were all sweaty in those yesterday.”

“Okay, fine..I admit it wasn’t the best excuse. And I’m not stupid!!! I asked Akaashi to bring me one of his uniforms. It was either this or your clothes..although I would’ve had so much fun roaming around school in your cute clothes~” he rebutted.

“Seriously though, I want you to come to one of my matches. I’m way better than I was in middle school. I’m Fukurodani’s amazing ace and in the top 5 aces of Japan after all!!”

Familiar with this tone of bragging, you shot at him, “Didn’t make the top 3, huh?”

His spiky hair immediately deflated following your comment, and he went silent. You went too far. But then again, it didn’t matter because you were the only one who knew how to handle his mood swings.

“Bo, I’m kidding..I’d love to see you play. It’s been so long. And if you want, I’ll even wear your jersey to cheer you on~” you said softly, nudging his arm.

His smile returned—smaller this time, but genuine.

He hooked his pinky around yours, resting them snugly against each other as the two of you walked in a comforting silence. You glanced at your intertwined fingers, wondering when this had begun to feel so natural.