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4.5.25 - Bokuaka day! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜
Bokuto and Akaashi in maid outfits ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
Bokuaka Fukurodani Edition ◉ ‿ ◉
If you look closely, you can see the paper texture on Bokuto and Akaashi :]
Even though bokuto didn’t win the Olympics, Akaashi is proud of his bf <3
melon soda date🍈
look at that I finally drew some bokuaka fanart after having kuroken brainrot for like 4 months straight😎👍
Kuroo: I'm going on an adventure with Bo for the weekend. You gonna be okay without me here?
Kenma, not looking up from his DS: Are you kidding? I'm gonna be even better with you gone. That means non-stop gaming!
Kuroo: Just remember to eat, you crackhead.
*the next day*
Kenma, exaggeratingly loud to no one whatsoever: Man, I've been playing this game for like six whole hours! Sure is great to be able to play for another ten without someone to stop me!
Akaashi, walking in Kenma's room: You miss him, don't you?
Kenma: What? I don't care that he's gone. It's better this way. As I said, no one can stop me.
Akaashi, sighing: It's time to eat, Kenma.
Kenma, crying: That's what Kuroo would say!
Akaashi: So you do?
Kenma: *nods*
Akaashi, also crying: Okay, good 'cause I'm missing Bokuto like crazy but I can't let anyone else on my team know! Can I stay here with you and we can eat ice cream and talk about them???
Kenma, already moving over to make more room: Fuck yeah!
Bonus:
*on Monday*
Bokuto and Kuroo: We’re back!
Akaashi and Kenma, smiling wide and dancing around happily in Kenma’s room: Ew! Why couldn’t this weekend last any longer!?
I like a lot of things. Please talk to me
EEEEEEEEEH FAZIA MAIS DE 50 ANOS QUE NÃO POSTAVA UMA CAPINHA AQUI NO PORTFÓLIO MAS EU VOLTEEEEI ~
Como vocês estão? espero que bem! Afinal, já está chegando o natal e claro que eu tô empolgada já que eu amo o natal ~
Enfim, capas para as fanfics “Como (não) ter o natal perfeito” escrito por Rozu-san e “Everybody Knows” escrito por TragicComedy, ambos são para a seção de Haikyuu e são fanfics com foco no ship BokuAka, uma sendo mais sad e outra mais feliz como vocês podem perceber, ambos para o projeto MyRedHouse.
Mas mafu, o que é o My Red House? O My Red House meu caro? É um projeto do Social Spirit que tem como intuito trazer mais fanfics do ship BokuAka para a seção de Haikyuu e eu faço parte do projeto como designer de capas ~ <3
Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos aos artistas @ikipin e @magesup(claireiosity) pelas artes utilizadas, créditos também marryyeol por disponibilizar uma capa para ajuda, no caso eu peguei os psd’s para a primeira capa e também para todos os outros donos dos recursos e png’s.
@bokuakaevents2025 Late submission: Day 4: Canon verse: Confession with the help of MSBY or Fukurodani
Plz enjoy the lunch of angst and fluff served to ya. If ya like the lore hintings, I might just do a fic for it then :3
The Unspoken Language
word count: 900+
warnings: angst if u squint
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Bokuto Kotarou and Akaashi Keiji have been teammates and best friends for years. They have always been in sync, both on and off the court. But little did they know that their unspoken language would lead them to a whole new level of understanding and intimacy.
It all started when they were on a training camp in a remote location. Their team had just finished a grueling practice session, and everyone was exhausted. Bokuto was lying on the grass, staring at the sky, and Akaashi was sitting next to him, observing him quietly.
"Hey, Akaashi," Bokuto said suddenly, breaking the silence.
"Yes, Bokuto-san?" Akaashi replied, turning his head to look at him.
"Do you ever feel like there's something missing in your life?" Bokuto asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.
Akaashi was taken aback by the sudden change in Bokuto's tone. He had never heard him sound so vulnerable before. He sat up and looked at Bokuto with concern.
"What do you mean, Bokuto-san?" Akaashi asked gently.
Bokuto sat up as well and looked at Akaashi with a pensive expression.
"I don't know... sometimes I just feel like I'm not good enough. Like I'm not living up to my full potential," Bokuto said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Akaashi could feel his heart ache at the sight of Bokuto's vulnerability. He had always admired Bokuto's boundless energy and enthusiasm, but he had never realized that he could also feel lost and insecure.
"Bokuto-san, you are one of the most talented and passionate players I know. You inspire me every day," Akaashi said, placing a hand on Bokuto's shoulder.
Bokuto looked at Akaashi and smiled weakly.
"Thanks, Akaashi. You always know the right thing to say," Bokuto said, his voice still tinged with sadness.
Akaashi knew that words alone couldn't soothe Bokuto's doubts and insecurities. He decided to do something that he had never done before - he leaned in and pressed his lips against Bokuto's.
Bokuto was taken aback by the sudden gesture, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he closed his eyes and let Akaashi's lips explore his own. It was a gentle and tentative kiss, but it was enough to convey everything that they had been feeling but couldn't put into words.
When they finally pulled away, they looked at each other with a mix of surprise and wonder.
"I... I didn't know you felt that way, Akaashi," Bokuto said, his eyes wide open.
Akaashi smiled softly.
"I didn't know either, Bokuto-san. But I know that I care about you deeply, and I want to be there for you," Akaashi said, his hand still resting on Bokuto's shoulder.
Bokuto looked at Akaashi with a newfound appreciation and affection. He realized that he had been blind to Akaashi's feelings all these years, too caught up in his own struggles and aspirations. But now, with this unspoken language between them, he felt a deeper connection and understanding with Akaashi than he had ever felt before.
From that day on, Bokuto and Akaashi's relationship took on a new dimension. They continued to be best friends and teammates, but now there was a subtle undercurrent of intimacy and affection between them. They didn't talk about what had happened between them, but they didn't need to - their unspoken language said it all.
During matches, Bokuto would catch Akaashi's eye and give him a small smile, and Akaashi would nod back, his eyes sparkling with pride and admiration. They would celebrate their victories together, their bodies pressed close, feeling the heat and energy of each other's presence.
Outside of volleyball, they would spend more time together, going on walks, watching movies, and just talking about anything and everything. Bokuto would sometimes touch Akaashi's hand or arm, and Akaashi would lean in a little closer, relishing the warmth and comfort of Bokuto's touch.
But their newfound intimacy also brought its own set of challenges. They had to keep their feelings a secret from their teammates and friends, afraid of how they would be perceived and judged. They had to navigate the complicated dynamics of their relationship, unsure of where the boundaries lay and what they could and couldn't do.
Despite these challenges, Bokuto and Akaashi persevered, their unspoken language guiding them through the ups and downs of their journey. They knew that they had something special and rare, and they were willing to fight for it, no matter what.
One day, after a particularly intense match, Bokuto and Akaashi found themselves alone in the locker room. Bokuto was taking off his sweaty jersey, and Akaashi was packing up his bag. They were both tired and sore, but they couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria and exhilaration after their victory.
Bokuto turned to Akaashi and grinned.
"We did it, Akaashi! We won!"
Akaashi smiled back, his eyes shining with pride.
"Yes, Bokuto-san. We make a great team."
Bokuto walked over to Akaashi and put his hand on his cheek, stroking it gently.
"A great team, and a great couple," Bokuto said, his voice soft and tender.
Akaashi's eyes widened in surprise and delight.
"Bokuto-san..." Akaashi whispered.
Bokuto leaned in and kissed Akaashi, this time with more passion and urgency than before. Akaashi responded eagerly, his hands reaching up to tangle in Bokuto's hair.
As they kissed, they knew that their unspoken language had finally found its voice, and that they were destined to be together, on and off the court, forever.
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Hi!! i had chat gpt write this and i couldn’t not share it so here y’all go lmao!
he's so done with him
drops angst and runs
Under a cherry blossom tree 🌸
Edit: forgot to colour the lineart lol here is the coloured version
Ravenclaw akaashi with his pet owl Bokuto 🦉
I have this little bokuaka harry potter au idea in my head but i can't write for the life of me soo
ideas under the cut
Akaashi, a pure blood, goes to hogwarts and gets sorted into ravenclaw where he meets Kenma who is basically his only friend for the entire school year. After his first care of magical creatures class, Akaashi and Kenma finds an injured owl with a broken wing and takes him back to the Gamekeeper Daichi. Daichi bandages the owl's wing. He asks Akaashi if he wants to take care of the owl while he recovers, since the owl seems to have taken a liking to Akaashi. He agrees since hes always wanted a pet before, and names the owl Bokuto.
Little does he know, that bokuto is actually an animagus cursed by the dark lord Kuroo to be trapped forever in the body of his animal spirit. (idk why, maybe they had a history as best buds, but then kuroo turned evil?)
Bokuto tries all school year to get a message across to akaashi that hes actually a human stuck in a body of an owl, but fails. So akaashi goes the whole school year thinking bokuto is his pet owl 😋
"You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep" ✨
First tumblr post! 🥳🥳🥳