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Summary: You almost didn’t get to Bokuto’s game.
Warning: established relationship.
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The game had began and you wasn’t there. Usually Bokuto wouldn’t be mad or anything like that, but that day he was sad indeed.
He couldn’t see you for weeks, and he couldn’t take it anymore. It was the first time you hadn’t seen him in a month!
Of course you had promised to be there supporting him, but your train was late and there was no bus to the event, so you had to run to the place.
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Bokuto was too distracted. He didn’t spike or block like usual. His whole body was already tired and he felt really bad for his teammates. The other team made more points and was playing fantastic.
“Common, Bokuto. You can do it, man” His whole team knew that he usually didn’t play like that…
It was such a messy game. But Bokuto didn’t feel like himself till something happened. He missed his family, you and his pets too.
“Common, lazy ass!! You can do it better, Boo!” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Love you baby!!”
It was you! You were in the crowd supporting him! You made it!!
Yeah, you made it but It had been the worst day of the week. Your train wasn’t on time and you had to run 20 minutes to be “on time”, but everything was worthy because Bokuto’s face lightened up the moment he saw you.
Now the real game had began.
Every time he spiked, he made a point. Every. Fucking. Time. It was like his whole energy had returned. He scored three points in ten minutes, breaking his personal record.
Of course his team won the final after such an amazing game, but Bokuto didn’t care that much. I mean, yeah he was happy, but he was happier to see you standing there taking pictures of him.
He felt like all his sacrifice wasn’t in vain.
The family’s member were able to be on the volleyball court after the game, so you ran directly to Bokuto’s arms.
“I’m so happy that you win, baby!!” His arms lifted you a little bit and he put his face on your neck, just to breath your perfume.
Bokuto peppered your face with a thousands of little kisses. He truly felt like a champion, and not because of the trophy.
“I’m so happy to be your boyfriend, honey”.
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