Bokuto had just finished his first year at university and had passed the exams to pass the second year. Akaashi had been accepted into the same university. They had resumed the habit of seeing each other at break times, even if they were sharing the same dormitory.

Akaashi had decided to stop playing volleyball. However, Bokuto had managed to convince him to pass when his training was finished. This kept Akaashi in shape.

It was summer holidays and Bokuto was working in a bakery. He had enough money with what his parents were giving him in addition to his scholarship, but he still wanted to work a little to get used to the world of work.

Akaashi thought he was going into the library to study. He had not followed him because he preferred to stay in the dormitory quiet to read his books. It was almost 4:10 pm. Akaashi was getting hungry. He got up from his bed, put on a pair of sandals and came out of their dormitory after taking the keys and his wallet.

He had on him one of the Fukurōdani training shorts he had kept and a simple tank top. He didn't care what he looked like because the bakery was only a few steps away from campus. He entered the bakery and froze in front of the door. Bokuto was turning his back at the entrance as he put some bread in their place.

When he heard the "ding", he turned around. When he saw Akaashi, he was surprised but he recovered as quickly.

- Hey hey hey Akaashi!

- B-Bokuto-san?

- Um... sorry... I should have told you earlier...

- Why you... well...

- Yeah, you must think it's weird when I... I'm pretty good with money... but I wanted to get used to the world of work so I wouldn't get slapped in the face when we start working.

- You're not totally wrong.

- So? What would make you happy?

- Uh... I don't know... I'm not very good at those things. What do you suggest?

- Hmm... how about a... chocolate muffin filled with strawberry cream?

Akaashi nodded.

- Want something to drink? A black coffee with sugar as you prefer? I offer it to you.

- Yes please. Well no.

- Yes or no?

- Yes but I pay.

- We'll see.

- Bokuto-san.

- Nah.

Bokuto prepared the order for him and without Akaashi seeing it, he took his own bank card out of his front pocket of his jeans. He always kept his wallet in the back and his credit card in the front.

- That will be 427¥ . (€3.40, $4.06)

Akaashi took out his card and Bokuto took the machine to put the price on it. At the same time that Akaashi was going to put his card, Bokuto put his own card on the machine, with a big smile.

Akaashi looked at him horrified.

- Bokuto-san! What do you...?!

- It's from me. For not having told you anything.

- But...

- C'mon 'Kaash, it's nothing.

- ...

Akaashi sighed.

- Thank you.

- Please. It's not a big deal. Tell me now what brought you here?

- I was tired of reading, It was hot, and I was hungry. Said Akaashi, shrugging his shoulders.

Bokuto chuckled.

- What did you eat at lunch?

- ...

Bokuto's smile faded.

- Akaashi. Did you eat at lunch?

- Yes.

Bokuto raised an eyebrow.

- No...

Bokuto sighed.

- Seriously?

- But I wasn't hungry.

- Imagine if you'd fainted with this temperature?

- Wait. I ate.

- And you ate what?

- Uh... a banana.

- And what would you have done if we weren't roommates, huh? Would you have eaten ramen every day? Akaashi pouted.

- It's not my fault if I suck at cooking. 

- So you would have eaten burnt and unsalted food every day?

- Stop making fun of me.

- Bokuto-kun, your work shift ends in two minutes. Go ahead and change.

- Thank you Kinari-san. Wait for me Kaash. We'll eat on the way. And give me your cup so I can throw it away. Akaashi handed him the empty cup.

Five minutes later, Bokuto had reappeared with his bag. He bought himself the same muffin as Akaashi with a croissant filled with vanilla cream and they went out of the bakery.

They went to the park and sat on a bench to enjoy their muffin.

- So? asked Bokuto.

- It's super good.

- So the guy who likes black coffee with a single piece of sugar likes sweet things too.

- Shut up. Bokuto laughed and took out the croissant and handed a half to Akaashi.

- No, eat.

- No way. I will feel bad.

Akaashi agreed. His heart cried to him to hide somewhere because when their fingers touched, Akaashi had blushed furiously and Bokuto smiled, conscious of his red face.

Bokuto had been his crush for three years now. Akaashi suspected Bokuto of being aware of his feelings for him. This made the youngest even more embarrassed. When they had finished, Bokuto spoke again.

- Akaashi?

- Mmh?

- When are you going to ask me out?

Akaashi had exploded in a pretty bright red.

- It's pretty obvious that you have a crush on me. How long has it been? Almost three years? And you never wanted to ask me anything?

« Please make a hole appears. Please make a hole appears. Please. For God's sake » Thought Akaashi.

- Akaashi?

...

- Akaashi?

...

- Kaashi?

...

- Keiji!

Akaashi jumped when Bokuto had used his first name.

- I called you four times.

- S-sorry...

Bokuto chuckled.

- So? Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?

- ?

- A date. Said Bokuto with a grin.

« Date. A date? A DATE?! OH MY GOD. »

- Akaaaaashiii... yes or no?

- A date. A... date...? W... with you?

- Well yes. So what?

« Oh my God... my crush asks me to go on a date... »

- Yes. Your crush asks you to go on a date with him. Said Bokuto, hardly holding back from laughing.

- Oh no... please don't tell me that I thought out loud?

Bokuto could not hold back any longer. He burst out laughing. Akaashi hid the face in his hands.

- I invite you.

.

After their dinner, Bokuto called the waiter to give them the bill. Bokuto paid and they left the restaurant.

- Do you want to go somewhere? Asked Bokuto to Akaashi.

In the restaurant they talked about everything and nothing. But now that they were alone again, Akaashi's heart was pounding in his ribcage.

- Not especially.

- So we go home? Akaashi simply nodded.

They moved forward side by side. Akaashi's hand brushed against Bokuto's hand without doing it on purpose. Bokuto took his hand in his hand and intertwined their fingers.

Akaashi turned his head to the other side, bright red. It was nine thirty p.m, but the sun had not set yet. This gave Bokuto the opportunity to see the black haired boy's red cheeks and red ears. Akaashi wanted to run away. Bokuto must have thought he did it on purpose. He felt that Bokuto had stopped walking and raised his head. To fall face to face with a pole. He looked at Bokuto smiling with all his teeth.

- If I had continued to walk you would have taken the pole.

Akaashi blushed even more, wondering if it was possible. He put his free hand in front of Bokuto's eyes who burst out laughing.

- Watch your steps. Earlier you almost stepped on dog poop. If I hadn't pulled you towards me you would have stepped on it. Akaashi grumbled, embarrassed.

They finally arrived in their dormitory. They washed and settled on Bokuto's bed, on their stomach, his laptop placed on his pillow. They randomly launched a film on Netflix.

Only, the film was «50 Shades of Grey». They continued to watch it because neither of them had seen it yet. When the first intimate scene began, Akaashi became crimson red. They decided to stop it and Bokuto put his computer on his table.

- Hum...

- It was extremely embarrassing. Said Akaashi by burying his face in his pillow. Bokuto chuckled and sat next to Akaashi and put his hand on his back. Akaashi tense up slightly.

- Akaashi...?

Akaashi straightened up and sat down.

- Yes?

- Would...

Bokuto breathes slowly.

- Would you agree to go out with me?

- You... really think that... I will refuse?

- Nah. Not with the way you look at me every time you get a chance. Akaashi passed his hands under Bokuto's arms to grasp the top of the latter and placed his face on his torso.

Bokuto laughed and raised his head. He went towards his face little by little from that of Akaashi. He brushed their noses and kissed Akaashi with infinite sweetness. It was a shy and a little awkward kiss but for them it was perfect. They eventually fell asleep, cuddling, their hands intertwined.