(A/N) I love this little collection more than myself. However, I'm sadly gonna say this is my last update on this story thing. I hope you enjoy the AkaBo like me. Also, to hear what I think Akaashi could play I put it in here lol. I think he would play this accompanied by Bokuto. But for now pretend the piano isn't there :)

"Please, please, please Akaashi! I'll die!" Bokuto begged, laying flat on the ground. His head rested on Akaashi's foot and the hair tickled Akaashi's ankles.

"Jesus, Bokuto, get off of me!" Akaashi snapped, attempting to pull his foot away.

"No! Not until you play for me! Do you want me to die Akaashi?" Bokuto's arms wrapped tighter around his leg with each tug.

"Oh my god, why is it so important?"

"Because I wanna hear you play."

Akaashi rolled his eyes. "Alright, fine I'll play one song, but then we'll study. You need it."

Bokuto's lips spread across his face in a grin. "Really?"

Akaashi nodded lightly, turned, then pulled his foot away. "Let's go." He walked away briskly, listening to the scuffle of Bokuto getting up, and his loud, clumsy foot steps banging across the ground.

Bokuto surprised Akaashi by jumping onto his back, wrapping his arms around his chest, and resting his head on Akaashi's shoulder.

Akaashi's face flamed, and even the tips of his ears flushed.

"Thank you so much," Bokuto giggled, and walked ahead.

Akaashi stood, stunned, before blinking furiously and jogging to catch up with Bokuto.

I swear, he does it on purpose.
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Their walk wasn't long. Akaashi's little home was only a block away, and when they arrived the house creaked in its greeting.

Neither of Akaashi's parents were there most of the time.

Akaashi slipped out of his shoes and trudged towards his stairs. Bokuto did the same, but sprinted passed him and to Akaashi's room.

Akaashi frowned.

He had never played for anyone. Only when he was learning when he was ten in front of his teacher.

He entered his kitchen, rummaging through his refrigerator for something to eat or drink. He found an apple juice box, and he plucked it from the shelf.

After shoving the straw in and taking a few satisfying sips, and went upstairs.

He loosened his tie with his hand as he walked down the hall. The door to his room was wide open.

Bokuto was flopped on Akaashi's bed. "I'm guessing you're comfy?" He sarcastically said.

Bokuto looked to him, and nodded vigorously. Akaashi huffed and untied his tie completely and pulled off his blazer.

"Alright, so what subject are we doing first? We should do English last-..." Akaashi began, hoping to let Bokuto forget about him playing his violin, but was cut off by Bokuto.

"What? I thought you would play first?"

Akaashi sighed, then frowned. "Do I have to?"

"The tickle monster will get you if you don't."

"What the fuck? The what?" Akaashi shied away from Bokuto, his face twisting in annoyance.

"Remember when I used to tickle you when we were younger? I can start again..?" Bokuto said, wriggling his fingers at Akaashi.

"Fine, jeez..." Akaashi set down his empty juice box and grabbed the case from inside his closet. He rolled up his sleeves and sat on the bed next to Bokuto, who observed enthusiastically.

He lifted the top, and removed his violin and it's bow.

Bokuto stared at him intently as he plucked the strings with his calloused finger tips. One of the cords was out of tune and he adjusted it.

He stared at the strings before him, unsure of whether or not he would even be able to play in front of Bokuto. His hands were shaking and he clasped them together.

Bokuto placed a hand over his.

"Y'know, I don't care if you're Pablo Picasso or the worst violin player in the world. I would love to listen to you either way." He said gently.

Akaashi smiled gently.

Pablo Picasso was an artist. Not a violinist.

But even Akaashi didn't have the hear to tell Bokuto that, at that moment at least.

"Okay, okay, I'll be fine." Akaashi took a deep breath, and stood. Bokuto lifted himself up and leant back on his hands.

Akaashi braced it on his shoulder, and rested his chin.

What do I even play? Screw it, I can do this. It's just Bokuto.

He lifted his eyes from his bow, and met Bokuto's, and the golden eyes bore into Akaashi's, holding nothing but pleasantness and admiration for Akaashi.

It's just Bokuto.

He took a deep breath.

When he began playing, the song started out slow and resembled a lullaby. But soon the emotion of the song swept Akaashi away in the waves of notes and he was lost as his fingers moved.

His eyes prickled and burned, tears welling up beneath his lids and leaked through the corners.

When the song was over, his emotions remained. The tears streamed down his cheeks,  and he wouldn't look at Bokuto.

It was embarrassing. He couldn't help his emotions when he played. He arms dropped to his sides.

He heard shifting on the bed, and tentative steps moving towards him.

"Ne, Akaashi, that was pretty damn good. It was beautiful." Bokuto whispered as if he were choking on his words. "Hey, look at me."

Bokuto guided Akaashi's face towards him, with his hand on his cheek.

Bokuto's eyes were red, and his cheeks wet. "Hey, it was great." He said.

Akaashi noticed how close they were.

"You're great." Bokuto murmured, before pulling Akaashi into his big arms. "I love you, Akaashi."

Akaashi's eyes widened, and when his emotions finally broke the dam inside his heart, he wrapped his arms around Bokuto. One clutched onto his blazer, the other holding his violin and bow as sobs wracked his body.

Bokuto rocked him gently, and savored the moment where Akaashi's impregnable walls had finally been beaten down.

(A/N) Hi wow thank you so much for reading all of this, it was great. I'm done posting on here, but I will be sharing a few chapter long fanfic. It'll be AkaBo and I hope you enjoy!

xxluca