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hajimescutie · 3 years

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Hi!! Do you think you could do another angst to fluff ‘Fight with s/o’ but with bokuto?? I really like the way you write!! Thank you <3

# — fighting with his s/o

includes: k. bokuto x gn!reader

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: reader giving bokuto the silent treatment i’m putting this as a warning bc if anyone purposely ignores this man I’m sending you to jail

a/n: hi bby!! i’ve been anticipating this request and i’m ready to cry. thank you for your support!! <33 also i went off on this one bc i i’m going through a bokuto brainrot and he <3

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bokuto hates the silent treatment.

he hates how petty it is.

he hates how you focus your eyes on anything but him.

he hates how your beautiful smile is turned into a frown.

he hates that you know it’s his weakness because he lives for your attention, lives for your sweet gaze looking over him and sporting that smile.

it’s been almost 2 days since you’ve stopped talking to him. when he wakes up, you’re already out in the living room either picking between cereals or watching that crime show you love and hate at the same time. and when he gets up, you’re already briskly walking past him back in the bedroom to get ready for work. he feels empty, touch-deprived, and all because of this stupid fight.

well, he thought it was a stupid fight, you on the other hand were telling him that this was serious. this was all because of a drink. a drink that was shared between your sweet, doting boyfriend and his not-so-great ex-partner. the thing is, bokuto didn’t tell you about it since he knew you would’ve prevented him from going. he was a big boy, and he was devoted to you, so he didn’t think that it would’ve been an issue if he hadn’t mentioned it.

but boy was he wrong.

as soon as he came home the day you found out, he immediately could tell that you knew. so now to today as he stares at your figure walking into the bedroom, his hair deflates a little more. he’s tried countless times to initiate a conversation, hopefully when you’re in a good mood. but you just send him the toughest glare and he know to back off. he just wanted to fix this and love you and god just touch you.

he hates being ignored, and he knows he’s gonna this is gonna be another sad day when he tells you goodbye and you slam the front door in response.

you hated giving bokuto the silent treatment.

you’d do anything to be wrapped up in his strong arms, to run your fingers through his frosted tips, to kiss him on the tip of his nose so he scrunches it up and blushes. but what he did kinda really hurt, a lot. you know how attractive bokuto is, as well as many other people, and you just have this fear that maybe he’ll find someone better.

of course, bokuto has always made you understand that you’re the only one for him, that you’re his sparkling jewel, that he loves you. but you can’t help it. and sometimes you forget the bokuto can’t read your mind and that something like this requires communication.

you spent majority of the day contemplating whether to stop the silent treatment instead of working. you drove home in a daze, replaying potential conversations in your head. you sat in the driveway of your home with the professional volleyball player for 15 minutes before hastily getting out of the vehicle.

when you walked in, bokuto was sitting on the couch watching frozen, leaning his head back to shoot you a small smile. you didn’t make eye contact with him, yet again, and his lips turned into a pout. he turned his attention back to the movie, elsa’s voice swimming through his ears, knowing that this is probably going to be another evening where you pretend he doesn’t exist.

he’s too busy pouting to see you come out to stand in front of him, blocking his view from the movie. golden eyes shoot up to you in shock, his mouth agape a little and holding his breath to hear something, anything from you.

you looked away from him before saying, “…hi kou.”

bokuto teared up a bit. you looked at him with confusion and heartbreak as he practically broke down as he wrapped his arms around your legs.

“y/n i’m sorry i shouldn’t have kept that from you sometimes i don’t think and it’s something i’m trying to fix but i didn’t think you’d get that upset and it got worse when you ignored me and i’m so-“

“kōtarō,” you said calmly.

you cupped his face, squishing his cheeks together slightly, your soft skin against his prickly chin. he felt small against your gaze.

“it’s okay. i shouldn’t have given you the silent treatment. it was unfair of me and i should’ve talked to you about it instead of acting like a child,” you admitted.

your boyfriend let out a heavy sigh, leaning his head against your thighs. “you know how i feel about you baby… what makes you question that?”

it was a valid question, you just don’t know what it is specifically that makes you question his feelings for you. you tell him about your fear, how you think he deserves someone better, how you feel like you’re holding him back.

the whole time he was shaking his head, denying every word that came out of your mouth. he pulled you onto his lap, switching positions with his hands cupping your cheeks, golden-eyes boring into yours.

“y/n,” he started, “there’s no one in the entire universe that i would rather be with than you.”

you waited for him to continue, your eyebrows scrunching together as you were getting slightly irritable at his silence.

“and?” you said impatiently.

he clocked his head to the side, “eh? what do you mean ‘and?’ that’s all there is. you have my heart, and soon you’ll have my last name. that should be enough.”

your eyes widened, feeling warmth spread all throughout your body. you’ve never been more in love with someone more than you did now. even when you burst into tears at what he said, hiding your face in his neck and tear drops trickle onto his shirt.

“i’m s-sorry for giving you t-the silent treatment kō. you didn’t deserve it,” you weeped.

he hummed at your apology, a silent way to say that you’ve been forgiven. he whispers an apology as well, telling you he loves you about 27 times, not that you or him counted. even after you both fall asleep with arms and legs tangled together, you dream of his honey filled voice telling you those same 3 words over and over again.

after that day, you never gave bokuto the silent treatment ever again.

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