"Mix the flour and sugar together, then add some milk and mix again.." the woman on the TV spoke.

I swear if someone saw what Bokuto was doing right now, they would think that he was making meth.

His t-shirt,pants, socks and face was covered in flour and yet he was still violently stirring what was left in the bowl.

He wanted to distract himself. He saw what his soulmate wrote about his t-shirt this morning and he couldn't stop hating himself for not seeing him.

He felt a weird sensation on his arm which indicated a new message from him.

He wiped the flour off his hand.

"Morning"

He grabbed a pen off the table.

"Hey hey hey! You could have at least said hi yesterday"

"I was too shy"

"Maybe at least tell me your name?"

"..."

"Please? I'm tired of not being able to call you by your name"

"Akaashi"

Bokuto felt his heart stop for a second when a name appeared, that curvy handwriting made it look so beautiful that Bokuto didn't care about the fact that his food was burning.

"Nice to finally know your name, Akaashi" he wrote down.

His heart felt as if it was going to jump out of his chest. After all this time he was finally talking with the one destined for him.

"Sorry for yesterday by the way"

Bokuto knew what it was apologizing for. For that annoying pain on his leg.

Bokuto decided to try his luck and ask another question.

"Are you male or female? Or maybe genderfluid? Non-binary?"

"Male"

Bokuto exhaled loudly, he felt a stone roll off his chest.

If it had been a girl then Bokuto would have probably turned her down, but if we're talking about guys.. Yes, Bokuto was gay and he was proud of it.

He felt him writing again.

"Now that you know my last  name and my gender, are you still gonna talk to me?"

"Of course! I'm not gonna leave you. I want to find you"

"Then you'll have to wait"

Bokuto would have answered, but he smelled a very nasty smell coming from the kitchen and ran back to see his grilled cheese sandwiches burning.

After cleaning up and opened all windows in his house he decided to flop onto the sofa and try to talk with Akaashi a bit more.

Akaashi... He liked the sound of that. And obviously he was going to look for him.

"Akaashi, how old are you?" he wrote down on his palm. It didn't take long till the answer started appearing.

"I'm 22"

Ah, so he's a year younger than him.

"Are you a worker?" he tried his luck once again.

"That's a secret"

Bokuto closed his eyes once he felt Akaashi drawing on his arm once again. He knew it will take time before Akaashi finishes it.

He couldn't lie, the suspense was killing him. He wanted to meet him or at least talking with him on the phone instead of writing on his arm all the time. It hurt to wash it off.

He listened to his soul and heart, trying to imagine how Akaashi could look like. Mayne he's tall? Hmm, brown hair. He must have been adorable.

Bokuto felt his cheeks heat up from the thought of meeting Akaashi in person.

He felt Akaashi stop and opened his eyes, glancing at his arm. It was beautiful. Figures, trees and a simple line:

"Are you reaching out"

Was this some kind of message from Akaashi? Did he want to be found?

Was he playing a game with Bokuto?

Was he hiding?

Bokuto was left with his thoughts , he wanted to believe that Akaashi was simply hiding because he was shy.

But what if he was playing with Bokuto's feelings?

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"Are you reaching out?" is a line from the song The River by Darcys. I love that song way too much.

-hatari.