#i really like how friendly blue is and its a refresher from his SMELL YA LATER kinda dickish personality and i like to imagine him-

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💬 can I be silly and ask for Blue. Like I know you said they're best friends but gotta know more about Jaide's thoughts (/lh

OHHH IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED, THIS IS ACTUALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE IMPORTANT ASPECTS ABT THE COLOR PALLET TRIO

i have a couple of old loreposts under that tag (#color pallet trio) about the trio's development but I'll focus more on blue and jaide here.

jaide was once a neighbor to both blue and red, they were all friends before red and blue set off to be actual trainers - jaide wasn't interested at the time. they were the usual neighborhood best friends doing whatever dumb things together.

between jaide and blue, blue loved to flaunt his victories to jaide, and she was always there to cheer and celebrate about it because... they were friends! though this was a bit on the negative side for red, who had a little puppy crush on jaide - it was upsetting at the time for red. we all know how self centered blue was as a kid.

when red became champion but fled to mt. silver (this is explained better in other posts), blue was assigned to be viridian's gym leader which upsetted him, but it also made him learn to be more humble about his victories. he and jaide still continued to be in contact, however red was out of the picture for now. blue would come back to jaide and hang out with her again. they become closer, her sweet and friendly personality starts to rub off of blue and he becomes less bitchy and mean because of her. (which explains his friendly yet competitive demeanor in sun and moon). she also kind of. corrects his asshole behavior sometimes KAJSSJAKSKA

his pokemon also inspired jaide to learn more about pokemon in general, she wasn't much of a battling person but she came to appreciate the difference unique details about each creature which inspired her to be a catcher - to appreciate the colorful variety of pokemon. they would soon lose contact as jaide moves to johto but still maintained interaction through devices and e-mailing each other.

jaide became a remarkable catcher, and she was reccomended to professor oak under blue's suggestion which brought them together again as adults. at that same time, blue, with a more mature and composed personality - wants to bring back the whole gang together so he tries to reach out to red and asks for him to come back, since he genuinely actually missed what they had together as a trio.

while jaide did not directly meet red, blue mentions that red would come back which made her really happy. they'd plan to meet up together but jaide was quite the busy person, as she's already been to several regions for her catching profession and would still have her schedule full for a hang out session.

and then alola happened 💥💥💥💥

#I REALIZED I ENDED UP TALKING ABT THEM 3 IN GENERAL #BUT LIKE #JAIDE BLUE AND RED ARE TIGHTLY KNITTED WITH ONE ANOTHER IT DOESNT FEEL RIGHT NOT MENTIONING ONE OF THEM SHSHSHSHSJSJ #BUT YEAH!!!! #i really like how friendly blue is and its a refresher from his SMELL YA LATER kinda dickish personality and i like to imagine him- #- hanging with jaide made him act like her . you know those cases when you enjoy a person's presence so much you sometimes follow them? #that's blue to jaide :3 #i also like to think red was shocked at this sudden nice behvaior from blue AKSHHSJAKAKAKA #WELL THAT'S THAT TY YOMI #yomiel tag #color pallet trio #red.rom #jaide (gameverse).insert #blue.plat #loreposting #im not forcing you to read the previous posts about them but if ever you wanted more context you can check the tag 👍👍

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𝐈.: FATE

synopsis: bokuto's philosophical outlook on life has him wondering whether there is a place for him in the universe. you exist to make sure that he knows just how priceless that his existence is to you.

i have not proof read this at allll 😔

masterlist ...... next chapter

society liked to believe that amongst caffeine driven adults and stressed beyond repair broken teenagers, the world still ran on an abstract emotion known as intimacy, to put things simply, love. in the urban streets of tokyo where the lights never seemed to darken, bokuto koutarou was left to wonder whether he was just another puzzle piece waiting to be slotted into that very society.

to begin with, despite his callibrated ability to read emotions to a decent standard, he has failed to keep a single relationship intact. not that he was the problem but rather the confusion that would arise when he began to question why he was even in this relationship to begin with. (okay so maybe to an extent he was the problem). it would seem dangerous, yes, and some would even deem the following as something that was portrayed to be unspoken territory. the girls that he would inevitably find himself with were pretty, yes, and undeniably mesmerising to look at, but that was all there was to it.

he didn't enjoy the said intimacy that some people shared in those said relationships, but he wondered whether he would ever be able to find himself in a situation as such. the term seemed so unearthly and out of sight so he had lost all hope of ever being able to experience something so euphoric and long-lasting. now he just drags his newly found setter to the gym to practise perfecting his cross spikes until his hands were satisfied by the red tinted bruises forming on his calloused hands.

within tokyo, the city was busy and you would only be able to speak to pedestrians for a few ephemeral moments before the current of today's age and time carried you away. today, bokuto had opted for a more quieter route to bid farewell to akaashi, who had told him that he didn't need him to walk him home. bokuto being himself obviously ignored that.

so here they found themselves, exhausted from practise and admiring the scenery of sub-urban tokyo. their clothes were drenched in sweat and fatigue from their intensive practice, to which akaashi could only really scowl at. the pungent smell of body odour wasn't new to him of course, but that didn't equate to him enjoying its scent.

the area was a hotspot for dogwalkers and evening strolls, he had noted as he watched a couple walk by them with their children scuttling past their limbs. it took him a few moments to process that children probably saw himself and fukurodani's spiker as big friendly giants.

"ne akaashi," bokuto called out to him, hands folded behind his head. "do you think you'll ever get married?"

"that's a very random question bokuto-san," he replies, eyes never leaving the road ahead of them. he spots a glass garden in the distance but pays no attention to it. "but i hope so. i don't like the idea of spending my adult years alone."

"yeah, i guess you're right," he replies back. and then he stays quiet, looking ahead.

odd. akaashi says to himself but doesn't prod further. he wishes to go home and shower, hopefully being able to finish some of his homework before the due date arrives.

"i never knew there was a florist in this area," the same golden-eyed boy calls out, pointing to the very building on his mind.

"yeah, it's a family owned one. the owner is very close friends with my family," he notes.

"are they nice people?"

"i guess. i've only ever spoken to their daughter but they don't tend to speak a lot."

"hmm."

before he knew it, bokuto was jogging towards the very store, peering into the garden to stare at the bouquets and nosegays of variously coloured flowers, water dripping from their freshly watered pots.

"we should go in akaashi! maybe you might see something you like!" says bokuto with an expression of joy and excitement on his face.

reluctantly following after him, akaashi embraces the fresh scent of grass cuttings and fertiliser. it was the same smell as always: where some people might finding it to be unbearable, he found it homey.

one of the two go around the store to explore the rest of the interior whereas the other went to greet the owner, a newspaper on her lap as her spectacled eyes skim through the fine print of todays paper. to the right, a paraffin lamp was lit; the smell was irritating but he tried his best to ignore it.

"ahh akaashi!" the older woman pats his shoulder a little harshly, a warm grin on her lips. "haven't seen you about for a long time. how're your parents? are they feeling alright?"

he answers the questions modestly, curtly nodding when appropriate and returning a friendly smile.

"[ l/n ]-san, isn't [ y/n ]-san usually here, helping you?" he questions, scanning the area for any clues as to where you might have wondered off to.

"i'm afraid not akaashi. she started school a few days ago and she's been complaining about the sudden surge in work load," shaking her head, she continues. "says that it's been tough to manage the latter so i told her to forget about the shift she was supposed to cover this evening."

"she's a second year now, isn't she?"

"yes. but if you're worried about her forgetting you now that you don't attend the same high school, don't fret too much."

"no, umm, it wasn't that. i just wanted to remind myself, that's all. hard to believe that she's a year older than me."

"i still can't comprehend how," she replies, letting out a chesty laugh that stimulated a small smile on his non-chalant face.

concurrently, bokuto found himself strolling through each aisle, his eyes erratically jumping from one flower species to the next. akaashi side glances at him occasionally to keep an eye on him but it didn't look like he was doing anything extraordinary.

up until he disappeared. and in quite literally an instant.

from what the silver tipped boy could remember, he had remembered tripping over something and collapsing onto the soil stained gravel, bracing himself with his elbows.

"are you alright?" she calls out from behind the checkout getting ready to stand up.

the boy waves a thumbs up in reply. despite wanting to pry further, he decides against it, dusting off the soil particulates and heading back towards the till. it couldn't have been....

the pair of them bid a farewell and continue their walk up until they got to akaashi's house, to which the very boy could see his upperclassman fidget with his hands.

"akaashi, you didn't happen to see anyone with us in that store did you?"

"why, did you see someone?"

he pauses. did he see anyone? whatever he tripped over felt too warm to have been a random object and had disappeared the moment that he'd tripped over it.

"actually, i don't know. maybe i'm just imagining things."

he gives him a funny look before sighing. "yeah, maybe you were imagining it."

bokuto sighs. "maybe i was."

it's the second day of the week; fukurodani's and nekoma's weekly practice looming over bokuto koutarou and akaashi keiji. it was a periodic occurrence, only happening on the tuesday of every fortnight and the friday of every other week.

if he was being honest, bokuto was excited, ready to show off their new setter, who was still wary to the idea of co-ordinating the offenses of a powerhouse school. afterall, he was still only a first year trying out the position for a few games before sitting out to observe. what he felt was new but refreshing and thrilling, so he tried not to think of the nerves trying to seep beneath his skin.

the satisfaction bokuto felt was all driven by an act of competitiveness with the middle blocker of the opposing team, kuroo tetsurou, someone who, despite cherishing as a good friend, didn't mind the level of rivaled tension that was thick in the air.

"hey, sorry i'm late guys!" came the voice of the boy in question, stepping into the gym in his blue coloured kit. the moment his eyes settled on bokuto, his lips curled into a coy smirk. "hope you're ready to lose, ya horned owl bastard."

"i don't intend on it," bokuto retorts, blowing a silent raspberry with his arms folding out of habit.

"kuroo! i thought you said that you've found someone!"

"yeah, um... give her a minute. i might have ran and left her behind," he responds. "she's coming though. i can promise that."

despite that comment, practice commenced regardless with the first ten minutes being used for warm-ups. as usual, bokuto rushed into spiking drills, the spherical object hitting the ground with an absurd amount of strength, reflected by the vibrations of the hardwood.

"that could've gone through a little sharper," he told himself as he prepares to retrieve the free ball.

it felt almost surreal when he'd picked it up.

you appeared through the open gym doors a little tired but okay nevertheless, attempting to fix your school uniform. your hands instinctively went to straighten your skirt which had crumpled up a little and tights which had sagged slightly near your knees.

he couldn't help but stare at you because he was wondering how it was possible for someone to look so breathtaking when they indeed had their own breath taken from them trying to catch up with an athlete, the very person now taking time out of his drills to come and greet her, or rather that's what bokuto was thinking.

"you ought to ..... run a little slower kuroo," you panted back. "i'm not used...... to running such long .......distances."

"then maybe we should make it mandatory for new recruitments to join us during our runs," he quips back with a smirk. it lasted for a few moments before you had swatted his arm rather harshly, scowling.

"remember that you forced me to come here, against my own will."

"you could've gone back and i wouldn't have noticed."

"no, you would."

so the pair of you walked away towards your coach and current third year manager who looked ecstatic to see you.

and yet, bokuto couldn't bring himself to remove his peering gaze away from you.

so much, that he didn't even realise konoha calling him out of his daydream.

"oi, the game is about to start! get up!" as they're slipping on their coloured bibs, akaashi takes a glance at the golden eyed boy, wearing a questionable expression.

"are you feeling okay? you don't need to sit this game out do you?"

he pries his eyes from your figure to face akaashi with a bright smile. he couldn't tell if it was feigned or genuine.

"yeah! i'm just excited to finally show off our new setter!"

"but i'm not playing for the whole game..."

"details akaashi! do we really need to get bogged down by them?"

the whistle sang its last song. all worries from the first year faded away. maybe he was worried about nothing afterall.

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