hello! I'm with Wright again // So happy! (Just kidding, haha)

Being with the same Wright is not enough. The fic is from the same Haikyuu story again. // Bring it in.

The plot of this story comes from a friend of Wright's (Echo sound) // picked up his own stuff and expanded on it.

Warning!

1.This is a

Fiction that comes from Wright's imagination. If you don't like it, press the cross in the upper right corner or press back if you're reading on your phone.

2. This fic may end abruptly - // Spoilers before reading.

3. Wright's language is rather confusing. If you don't know what to read, I apologize! // Prostrate on the floor

4. If I accidentally dress up like someone, I apologize! // afraid of repeating a lot

Fic Haikyuu!! : See you someday (BokuAka)

early April The sky is clear. The weather is not very hot. Suitable for the opening of the new semester at Fukurodani School. It was filled with many students cheerfully waving and greeting each other.

But not for Akaashi Keiji.

'Bokuto-san..when will we meet again?'

The current captain of the school's men's volleyball club.

'Probably..one day that is. I'm not leaving you.'

"Akaashi-senpai!" A voice snapped Akaashi out of his thoughts. Look left and right a little to find the source.

"Huh..? Is there something wrong?”

"I've brought all the first-year students' club applications," said Onaka Wataru, a second-year student. The only member still with Akaashi ran up to him, handing him a stack of papers.

If it weren't for the word senior He probably thought the other person was Bokuto Kotaro.

"Ah..Then I'll leave it to you and Suzumeda-san to handle this." Akaashi nodded slightly and spoke to his younger sibling with the same neutral expression as always. Wataru hugged the stack of papers to his chest. He loudly agreed before excusing himself to deal with the list of new club members.

"..." His eyes were calm. But it is hidden with emptiness, looking after the younger generation. His height and rather loud voice reminded him of Bokuto. Senior, former club captain and his current lover. who just graduated from this school

That's right..Bokuto isn't at this school.

And I'm no longer by Akaashi's side all the time.

lunch time Akaashi spent most of his time eating alone at the regular spot where he and Bokuto often stayed together. If it were like this, he would probably have to sit and listen to the owl-headed person brag until he was bored.

But now, there was no sound of an irritating senior interfering.

And the narrow building walkways become wider when Bokuto isn't walking around.

As the evening wore on, Akaashi performed his duties as club captain flawlessly. Both training and various techniques that he recommends to younger generations With Wataru nearby helping.

"It's just as Bokuto-senpai has entrusted you to be the next captain, Senpai." Suzumeda Kaori, the current female team manager, said as she handed a water bottle to Akaashi who was resting. On the sidelines

"Actually, I'm a little worried..I'm afraid I won't do well." He accepted, giving a small nod of his head in thanks. before downing the water a few times and handing the bottle back.

“Heh..Senior, if you do well, you will die. Not at all like the previous captain-" Kaori quickly slammed her mouth shut. Hurry and look at the person sitting. The vacant eyes looked at the newly arrived first year. It made her realize that he hadn't even heard the sentence from a moment ago.

'Even though I was told not to talk about Bokuto-senpai. Almost gone,' she thought and sighed in relief. Look at the same spot as the person next to you. If you ask me to guess..

This senior must definitely be seeing a picture of himself setting the ball for the previous club's Ace to hit.

“I think I took a long break. Thank you again, Suzumeda-san." Akaashi stood up. Inhale and release gently. Then he trotted over to Wataru who was standing in charge of the training.

"Oh..senpai, are you resting already?" He gave a slight nod. before calling the first-year students to divide into teams to practice Where he and Wataru are on different teams.

The rehearsal went well. But on Akaashi's side, there was always a problem where he didn't set the ball hard enough for the first-years. And sometimes he sets the ball too hard when called loudly. Even so, the first years didn't mind him much. Because they thought that Akaashi was adapting to them.

Find out no matter what you think It's the complete opposite.

"This..Wataru."

"Is something wrong, Kaori?"

"During practice, you saw Akashi-senpai acting strangely, right?"

"Ah..you probably see Bokuto-senpai overlapping with the kid who is a hitter like someone who misses each other."

April has passed, May has taken its place. The rain started falling harder and harder every day. Akaashi had thought that 'The world is empty without you' that someone once said was so sweet. But he himself accepted it. That without Bokuto being there..

His world was truly empty.

I feel strangely lonely. I don't have the heart to do anything.

Studying that I used to like Now he just sat with his chin on his head and looked towards the window.

Even playing volleyball From what used to be fun, it started to become different. If there is no Bokuto to play with him

"Sigh.." He sighed softly as he sat sheltering from the rain at the bus stop on his way home. A month without Bokuto being a part of his life has caused him to be questioned frequently by those around him. Why do you look depressed? It looks a bit strange. The answer to all questions is..

do not have anything

"Oh! Akaashi!"

"Bokuto- uh.. Komi-san?" Akaashi turned at the sound of the call from his side. Ready to blurt out the name of the person you miss. But when I saw that it wasn't, I immediately changed my name.

"I haven't seen you in a long time," the former Fukurodani High School senior greeted. Before looking at his wet state from running to find his own shelter from the rain, he laughed dryly. He walked over and sat with his younger sibling.

"Yes.." Akaashi answered shortly. Ready to look down at the floor His behavior was unusual enough to make Komi look suspicious. But people like him who had been in the same club would know the reason.

"Do you miss Bokuto?"

"..just a little bit Why do you know that?” The word 'nothing' that was used in response to other people may not apply to this person. Akaashi was silent for a while before answering the person who found fault with him.

'This isn't called a little thing anymore, Akaashi..' Komi thought. Let out a sigh of relief at the condition of the person beside you. I had heard some news that Akaashi seemed strangely depressed after Bokuto went to study abroad.

But I didn't think it would be this heavy..

“The look on your face is telling. Haven't you contacted me at all?" Akaashi shook his head slightly in response. The last sentence made him feel a strange knot in his chest.

I realized that my own face was filled with tears.

Did he inherit Bokuto's facial expressions too much?

"Don't cry..I'm sorry I made you miss me." Komi gently rubbed the taller boy's head to comfort him. Leave it to yourself until you are satisfied.

Akaashi had made a vow. If asked about Bokuto He will definitely not cry.

This shows that he was wrong..

"If it's about contacting Bokuto-san.." Akaashi wiped away a few tears. Keep your symptoms He picked up the phone and pressed a few times and sent it to Komi. The person next to him picked it up and put it to his ear.

'Sorry, cannot be contacted at this time..'

The call center voice repeats the same sentence over and over. Until Komi handed the phone back to Akaashi and hung up. He looked at the name prominently in the middle of the phone screen for a moment. before sighing heavily

"Can't contact you. I've tried many times but it's always the same.” The university student nodded. Followed by a sound of umm in the throat indicating understanding.

“The doctor will just call you. Don't think too much.." Komi patted Akaashi's shoulder hard. Smile widely to encourage the younger generation.

"Thank you, Komi-san," Akaashi smiled slightly. I felt better from letting myself cry. before looking at the sky where the rain had now begun to subside and had almost stopped

“I guess I'd better go first. Hurry and go home before it rains again." Komi stood up. He quickly bid farewell and ran in the other direction. Akaashi looked after him for a while and then got up and walked home as the other person had said.

The phone notification sounded after Akaashi had entered the house for a while. When he opened it, he found a message sent from a number he didn't recognize in English:

Open the door 

For Akaashi, this was rather strange.

“Are you going to be a keyboard gangster?” he muttered to himself. Ignore that message. Until after a while, another message was sent from the same number. This time it's the word

Hurry

Akaashi frowned, turning off his phone before walking to open the door.

Someday Bokuto once said..

"how! Do you miss me? Akaashi"

It has arrived..

End.

If you hurt him, you have to heal him! // Cherish Akaashi a little bit and have a clear mind.

Bokuto, the hero of the fic who has only two sentences // Pity.

Anyway, thank you very much for coming to read!! // curve