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[bokuto koutarou] definitely

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title: definitely
characters: bokuto koutarou, you
words: 1,500+


warning: profanity, vulgar language, mentions of alcohol consumption





"Stupid fucking man-whore," You grumble under your breath as you wipe at your eyes furiously.

They are brimming a light rose color, the same tint your trembling fingers are blushing. The taste of aged whiskey and blackberry nectar chapstick is still fresh on your lips, as well as the scowl stretched across your icy cheeks. You pull your trench coat closer to your body, the black cloak pressed tightly to your skin to forbid the little heat you had left from escaping your shivering body. You huff and ran your fingers through the fallen strands on your face, hastily brushing across your cheek again.

Midnight is the time for wanderers to go for continuous shots of vodka and for exhausted dreamers to feel at the top of the world or submerged under it. You were stuck at 11:59. The park swings are all abandoned save the one you were sitting in, accompanied by a single lamp post flickering over your tousled hair. The drunken city lights and occasional squeak of taxi tires against rain soaked streets are daily doses of emptiness for you - drugs that shot up your bloodstream until you finally collapsed from all the loneliness thrumming in your veins.

The empty air is soon replaced by the sound of scuffling noises, of shoes against the park concrete. You grip your clutch cautiously; breath hitched and fingers recklessly fumbling for your keys until the figure trudges under the yellowing lamp light. There's a monochromatic palette of platinum and black hair that piques your interest and long eyelashes over liquid gold eyes hidden by a large, knitted scarf.

"Bokuto? Is that you?" Your voice is wary, teeth silently chattering. The figure looks up, eyes dully unfazed yet coyly beaming in mock surprise.

"Who's there?" He calls.

"Um, it's me, [Name]," You answered weakly. "We were in the same class back at Fukurodani.”

"Oh, [Name]," His voice is just as low and heavy as you remembered. A gloved hand lifts up to his face to lower the cream colored fabric wrapped around his neck to reveal a strained, lopsided smile. "I haven't seen you since we took that chem class together."

“Yeah, it’s been a while…”

He seems less boisterous as usual, his shoulders uncharacteristically slumped and eyes lowered to the ground. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and sits on the swing to your left, eliciting a squeak from the parched, dry metal as his fingers wrapped around the rusty chains. You can smell bourbon off of his dark jacket, and the alcoholic warmth settles between both of your tucked thighs and shy glances.

“Rough night?”

His laugh is bitterly infectious and is caught by the sharp wind. “Tell me about it. I’m cold, miserable, and probably a little drunk. Typical Friday, right?”

You feign a small smile. He has one of his own plastered on his face, but it’s clearly troubled and uneasy. He still has the same sharp jaw and rugged look as he did back in high school, a reminiscence of the past that he clearly wanted to leave untouched.

He takes notice of your swollen eyes and pursed lips. He’s the first.

Bokuto turns to look at you, managing a tiny grin. It’s more than enough for you. “Why are you out here this late at night?”

You shrug tiredly. “I got dumped by my boyfriend. He’s been cheating on me with an old classmate.”

“Christ,” Bokuto’s eyebrows raise. “That’s awful. He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

He slowly swings side by side, his shoulder reaching over to softly collide with yours. You throw him an appreciative smile, a weak attempt at trying to be okay when the both of you knew that neither of the two fragile bodies sitting side-by-side in the twin swing sets were anything but. Yet, with the opaque smoke escaping his lips, you find a little bit of home weaved tightly around his husky voice and gentle shoulder touches.

“What about you?” You ask, and his secure ambience cracks under your voice.

Bokuto reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small object, staring down at it with disdain. The longer you stare into his eyes, you notice he seems a bit capriciously wistful before his eyes harden again and the small item is clutched tighter in between the grip of his fingers. He sighs a bit, unfolding them to reveal a small, black box in the palm of his hand. Your breath is caught in your throat.

He opens it, and inside is a silver ring.

“She was my college sweetheart,” The words flow out of his mouth as if he’s spoken them through a book plentiful times before. The invisible inked words spill from his chapped lips as he stares down at the jewelry piece. “We both majored in sports journalism, and we were both interns for the same job. I fell for her so hard. She told me she loved me and shit, I believed her. Four years, we were together. You know how dangerous it is to be together that long.”

“Bokuto - "

“I had it all planned out,” His fingers were shaking now, and his voice came out as tenuous as a vacillating chandelier. “I saved up some spare money, got some wine, dreamt of living in a two story Victorian house with a white picket fence together. And I come home and she’s fucking my own roommate on our bed. So I ran away. I was a fucking coward. I just stood there frozen and she was crying and saying sorry and what do I do? I ran. Jesus, I’m fucking pathetic.”

“Oh, Bokuto,” You’re tempted to reach out to him, run your fingers comfortingly on his neck, but your hand hesitantly fell to your lap. “I don’t know what to say...I’m so sorry. That's terrible. She doesn’t deserve a guy like you.”

“I had so much to say,” He sighs. “I had this whole speech set up.”

“May I hear it?” You blurt before your head can process it.

He turns toward you, eyebrows raised. Quickly flushing, you open your mouth to quickly apologize but your voice is lost when he boldly removes himself from his swing and stands in front of you. He does the generic getting down on one knee, and as inclusive as it was from all the rom-coms you’ve fawned and dawdled over, your pulse quickens as the blood rushed to your ears. He places the open box in front of him, glancing down at it before exhaling and looking up at your stiff body on the swing.

“Will you, uh, marry me?”

Silence.

A smile you thought you’d never show tugs at your lips.

“No,” You answer simply.

“Geez, [Name],” Bokuto quipped. “Can’t you soften the blow a bit?”

And then a laugh. It’s half air and half voice, and most of it is gone by the time you open your mouth, but it’s there, and it still hangs on the bits of frost coiling around in the winter air. He remains in place, right knee lowered to the ground and as his trembling lips are slightly parted.

“Tell me everything,” You insist. “Say it like you would to the one you’re going to spend your whole life with. How and why you fell in love. Everything. Make it worth something."

He blinks up at you, face impassive and blank. He reaches forward and takes your hand in his, the other still displaying the glittering ring tucked in its box. His gloves are warm on your own, and they clasp firmly and almost endearingly. It’s the first time your hands have been held this intimately, his gaze locked intensely on your own. You quickly look away, focusing on his chest and knees - anything but his vigor, genuine expression.

“I want to be there for you,” He begins. “To be there when we wake up together in the morning or fall asleep in each other’s arms at night. To be there when we grow old together and look back on our life and watch our grandchildren play around in our backyard. I can’t imagine living a life without you, because the truth is, I haven’t experienced life fully since I’ve met you. And I know I’m not the most perfect person out there for you, but I know what we have is more than what perfection is. So, will you marry me?”

And maybe, just maybe, a little part of you loves him just the same.

“Definitely,” You give him your promise.

He smiles, truly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

He laughs out into the open air. It was probably just the alcohol kicking in, the vibration of his chuckles in a tipsy manner, but you didn’t mind. You softly laughed along, because there was nothing more tragically humorous than two drunk adults faking a sealed engagement in a children’s park past midnight. Everything about the two of you was a disaster, even through sober mornings and moonshine soaked evenings.

Bokuto finally stands and brushes the frost from his pants. He tugs the scarf up to his nose, warming the reddened cheeks the wind spitefully nipped at. There was a slight glimmer in his creased eyes - of new beginnings and reckless adventures waiting to enter your veins. All you has to do was roll up your sleeves, gaze back at him, and wait for it to course through your body.

“Want to see if there are any diners still open?”

“I’d love to,”

You stand to remove yourself from the swing seat, the rusty sound moaning as you tugged your coat closer to you. Bokuto gives one longing look at the abandoned ring, forlorn and perhaps a little pitiful before closing the box and carefully slipping it into the pocket of his thick jacket.

“You’re not going to return it?” You ask. He looks up at the sky, skimming over floating helicopter lights and nearly invisible dots in the sky.

“Nah, I might give it to someone I’ll fall in love with in the future,” Then he glances down at you, and he stares as if you’re the only thing left on earth. “Maybe it’ll be you.”

“You really think so?”

“Definitely.”
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i've forgotten how much i love bokuto
what a nugget :^)

i kinda rushed over this so i'm not particularly sure if i'm fully satisfied with this one.
also school starts in like three days i'm crY Ing so updates might not be as frequent, sorry!!

((also reader and bokuto are age 20+ in this fic))

please inform me of any typos so i can fix them!
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christ ive been looking for this for so long and i finally found my fav bokuto one shot thank u 4 this