Kuroo watched Bokuto closely, trying to make sure he was okay. That morning he had arrived just before Akaashi left and Bokuto had been half asleep. As soon as Akaashi was gone though he was back asleep and had been for hours.

Kuroo had kept him that way, worried sick that Bokuto would wake up crying.

Bokuto did seem to be waking up now though and he looked pretty okay. "How are you feeling?"

Bokuto stared at Kuroo. "Mm? Where's Akaashi?"

"He went to work a few hours ago."

Bokuto just nodded and put his head back down. "Mkay."

"You know him through what I told you, right?"

"Mhmm. Just don't tell my sisters. I don't know what they think of sex workers."

"Don't talk so seriously if he's just your friend. This could be a lot worse."

Bokuto nodded. He had completely forgotten that he was just Akaashi's friend, he may even feel like just another client to him. He didn't know.

What would it even be like to date a prostitute? Overwhelming? Normal? Full of jealousy?

Bokuto shook away the thought and relaxed into his bed as much as possible. His head felt stuffy and heavy. "Can you help me get up? I need to use the bathroom."

"I don't wanna intrude on anything-"

"You've seen vaginas before, just help me get to the bathroom."

Kuroo helped him get to the bathroom, nervous as to how he would be helping. Bokuto just shuffled with his drip, easing down to sit on the toilet. "Do I leave-"

"Not yet. Just turn around and I'll do my thing."

Kuroo turned around. He could hear the crinkling of Bokuto changing his pad and he could hear him pee. It was awkward to hear but he knew Bokuto needed help.

"Good news!"

"Hm?"

"I'm only spotting now."

"What's that?"

Bokuto pulled up his pants and stood. "Towards the end of someone's cycle they have blood spotting signifying the final two days of the period. I was told that when my period ends I can have my uterus removed due to medical problems."

Kuroo hummed. "How long does it take to heal from that?"

"I'm pretty sure they're doing abdominal surgery where they remove it by cutting my stomach open. So three months for me. A little help?"

Kuroo eased him to stand up fully and led him back to bed. "Good?"

"Oh yeah I'm great. Just incredibly sore and a little sick."

"Kotarou I'm sorry it took so long I had a few clients and-" Akaashi stopped in the doorway. He gulped. "Hello Kuroo-San."

"Sup."

Akaashi stood there for a moment. They were both his clients. Kuroo had actually had sex with him a few times so it just felt awkward being here like this.

Bokuto noticed his stance. "Hey hey hey why don't you come over here so you can relax!"

Akaashi stepped around Kuroo, eyes diverting his stare.

"You know Kuroo and I don't mind, right?"

"Well yes but... there's things that have happened between myself and Kuroo that make it a bit odd to be in this setting with him."

"What do you mean?"

Akaashi looked towards Kuroo, who just nodded. "He's an old client."

Bokuto shrugged. "He couldn't have done much. He orgasms in a minute according to his boyfriend."

"Oh my- DUDE?!"

Akaashi blushed. "I know."

"Ooh did Kashi give you head Kuroo? He gives me head." Bokuto teased.

Akaashi wanted to sink into the floor with that comment. He had in fact given them both head before and Bokuto teasing was only adding to his embarrassment over the fact that both knew.

Bokuto poked him. "Why were you worried? You have sex with a bunch of people."

"Because I've done some pretty big things with Kuroo that I haven't done with you."

"Like what?"

Kuroo chuckled. "Oh God now my secrets are being spilled."

"I don't have to say anything."

"He probably bottomed for you. No big deal." Bokuto sat up a bit. "My period has almost stopped!"

"That's amazing."

Bokuto nodded. "I hear sex is better for some after a hysterectomy.

"Good to know."

Bokuto laid back down again. He took a few deep breaths. "Now what to tell my sisters..."

Akaashi showed Bokuto his phone. "I signed up for a new job somewhere else."

"What?! Akaashi that job pays for everything! Why?!"

"I quit."

Kuroo and Bokuto stared at him. There was no way. There was absolutely no way Akaashi had quit that job. He needed it for bills and medicine.

Akaashi just turned off his phone and put his hands in his lap.

"Kuroo, get out I need to talk to him."

Kuroo ducked out of the room.

"Why did you quit?"

"I'm going to be completely honest with you, I hated it. I did not consent to nearly anything that had happened to me and was constantly doing more and more bizarre and gross things to my body. I had to lay on the floor as someone degraded me for two hours and couldn't recover fast enough for the next session today where someone wanted me tied up so I could be used. It was awful and I'm done."

"Kashi..." Bokuto held his cheek, brows furrowing.

"I'm so tired Kotarou," Akaashi whispered. Tears started to form in his eyes as he recounted the events of that day in his head. Beneath his clothing was some of the worst bruising he'd ever gotten and his whole body ached from the rope that had burned him. It was too much.

"Come here, it's gonna be okay." Bokuto put his head on his chest. "I've got you."

"All I ever wanted when I was little was to be an artist or a musician and make everyone love me but I turned into a slut and it feels so bad," Akaashi sobbed. He clung to Bokuto, shaking. "I'm so fucking gross Kotarou!"

Bokuto rubbed his back. The morphine was wearing off and his stomach was starting to hurt but he would do anything to make sure Akaashi felt okay right now. "You're not a slut Keiji. You had to do that to get on your feet and I will never judge you for that. It was something you needed to do to survive."

Akaashi shook his head. "Because of it all I think in sweet situations is "What if I pleasured this person?" Or "I wonder how this type of vibrator would feel?" and it's so gross. I just want to think normally again."

Bokuto hummed. He sort of played with Akaashi's hair as he cried. Comfort was something he was typically good at but right now he wasn't sure as to what to do.

Akaashi couldn't stop crying and looked to be on the edge of a panic attack. Bokuto hurried him into bed with him and rubbed his hair as carefully as possible.

"Keiji, you're gonna make yourself throw up if you keep hyperventilating like that."

Akaashi nodded hurriedly. His hands twisted and he rocked himself as a way of self regulating, eyes closed tight. Bokuto set a hand on his shoulder as this happened and watched him.

"Is that helping?"

"Mhmm, just trying to get clear thoughts."

"Clear thoughts?"

"My mind gets all foggy and gross and muddled so I can't think. This happens a lot when I cry and I need help calming down so I rock and try to tune out everything that is not nice." Akaashi shook his head. "It takes too much stimming."

"Do you stim a lot when you don't get upset?"

"All the time. Mostly toe wiggles so people don't notice."

Bokuto smiled. He hugged Akaashi again. "I think you're wonderful. I'll help you out whenever you need."

Akaashi went quiet and just held on. Bokuto was comfortable. Safe and a little rowdy.

Bokuto rubbed his back and Akaashi flinched under his touch. "Oh gosh it was that bad?"

"Mhmm. I'll tell you the details when my brain fixes itself again." Akaashi huddled into Bokuto's neck.

"Take your time Keiji."

"I wish you felt well enough to put me in your lap..."

"Soon! I love holding people in my lap." Bokuto pressed his cheek to Akaashi's hair. "Deep breaths?"

"Mhmm." He started to take slower breaths to calm down. This felt better.