i wonder, how many times i have thought about him? is he truly the only thing on my mind right now? i wouldn't be surprised, even now all i can think about is him and the way he looks - sleeping there on the couch in front of me.

his black curls are covering his forehead, and that's alright. it's been a while since he last let his curls form, he always tries to hide them from others, calling them hideous and messy - but i love them. they bounce around when he strolls around the apartment, they're soft and cute. i could never understand why he doesn't like them.

he barely shows his forehead, he says it's too big, but...is it really? doesn't look too big for me, but maybe that's just because in my eyes he's the most perfect human being to ever exist.  there's a tiny, magical mole above his left eyebrow, it..disappears from time to time and then reappears again. it's good luck, if i dare to say so.

his eyelashes are long and thick, almost seems like he uses mascara but i assure you that he does not. he's a natural beauty, born at midnight - and all my life had been leading up to meeting him.

how did we meet, you may wonder. it was a cold winter day, i was on my way back from a local cafe, carrying two cups of hot coffee for me and my friend, but my eyes caught him. he was sitting on the bench with only a sweater to make him warmer, a tear on his cheek was probably already frozen at that point. yet what moved me the most were his eyes, a tiny sparkle in them that appeared once his cold hands held the hot cup of coffee.

he's the one.

i knew it instantly.

we sat there for a good couple of hours, i felt like my fingertips turned into ice, but that didn't matter. the way he spoke, the way his lips moved and the way he moved his hands while talking sparked a fire inside of me.

some kids.. have it rough. he too had it rough, growing up in foster care, having foster parents that didn't care for him - what was i  supposed to do? ignore him? leave him alone? it was absolutely not my problem, but i knew that if i leave him i  will regret it for the rest of my life.

that's how we started being friends. we met up almost every day, i treated him to lunch, he helped me study. he grew on me, and before i noticed - i had fallen for him.

i watched him grow, i watched him put on weight, i supported him and he did the same for me. all the little things i had noticed about him suddenly started getting more and more important to me - i  could tell how he was feeling from the way he walked.

even now, i can tell how he feels.

his shirt is half tucked in, he loves wearing it like that. it's a shirt that he bought a while ago, dark blue with little diamonds on it, he fell in love with it the moment he saw it at the thrift shop.

strangely enough, he's sleeping in quite formal pants, maybe that's because we recently got back home, but i'm worried he might be uncomfortable. i picked the pants, he was thankful.

he's feeling free and happy right now, he's relaxed, i can tell because he isn't curled up in a little ball, quite the opposite - he's sprawled out on the sofa. just thinking about the fact that he's so open with me makes my heart jump.

we've known each other for a while, but i still fall in love with him every day. i doubt i'll stop any day soon.

he's confident and strong, he conveys his emotions well and is empathetic. he loves animals and rain, enjoys eating mangoes and pineapples, but despises plums. i love all the little things about him. each thing, each detail is what makes him - him.

now that i think about it, what did i ever do in life to deserve akaashi?

i'm just an average guy, from an average family, but for some reason this guy, this absolute perfection likes me. no, he says he loves me.

how did this happen?

how come i'm so blessed?

it was i who confessed, but i never expected for him to return the feelings, i never thought we would both be attracted to each other.

last day of high school, that's when i confessed. i was awkward, stuttering, fidgeting my fingers and not even being able to keep eye contact. he chuckled. and then he kissed me.

his lips are so soft. and so incredibly sweet. his hand fits in mine perfectly, like a puzzle piece. he has only one dimple, on his right cheek. it shows only when he's truly happy, not to brag or anything, but it always shows when he's talking to me.

his collarbone stands out nicely, i love peppering kisses all over them. akaashi loves it when i kiss his neck, he says it makes him feel all fuzzy. the tips of his ears get red, i find that cute.

his waist is thin, but not in a bad way. i make sure he eats three meals a day. yet, still, his waist is so thin, i love hugging him, though. since he's so lean, i get to engulf his body with mine. akaashi says he loves being a little spoon, he says that he feels safe being in my arms - that's how we fall asleep each night.

in each others arms.

his skin.. is so sensitive. a single touch makes shivers run down his spine - but he doesn't mind if it's me. every time i kiss his chest or touch his back, trace his spine or just run my fingers all over his skin - he blushes, he gives me a kiss, he says it feels good.

and every time i look into his eyes, full of love, i fall for him all over again. i  once again get swayed by all little things, but i am not complaining.

akaashi loves back hugs, he loves it when i put my chin on his shoulder and watch whatever he's doing. he loves singing songs in the shower that represent his mood. he only uses one brand of shampoo and conditioner, because he loves the way it smells.

he apologises often, even though i tell him not to. i remind him everyday just how amazing he is, just how much i love him and that it doesn't matter if he makes a mistake. no one is perfect, i often try to say, but then i realize that it would be a lie.

akaashi is perfect after all.

i love it when he wants attention. like a cat, he sneaks around me, looks at me with his sparkly eyes and smiles - how can i hold back? each time he does that i want to kiss him, and i do.

akaashi has said before that i'm the only person he needs in his life. it makes me happy that he feels happy enough just having me, but it makes me even happier to see him making friends.

he deserves everything.

he deserves happiness.

after all that he's been through, it's time for life to treat him well and i try my best to provide that.

it doesn't always work out. i can't help but cry sometimes, he cries with me. we've argued a few times, over pointless stuff that has no meaning in our lives, but i feel like it helped us grow.

seeing each other in pain made us closer. i never want to see him cry again, but i know i  will. that's just life, it can't be perfect all the time.

however, when that tough time comes, we know that we have each other.

ah, i'm bragging, aren't i?

oh, he's waking up.

every time he stretches, a small smile forms on his face. he blinks a few times before looking at me.

"you didn't sleep?" he asks in that honey voice of his.

"no, i was busy" i say. he rubs his eyes and stands up. with little steps he walks closer to me and falls into my arms, wrapping his arms around me.

"doing what?" he whispers.

"thinking of you" i answer shamelessly, he blushes again, i place a kiss on his forehead and put my hand on his back.

god, i'm so whipped for him.

i'm so in love with him.

nothing else matters when it's just the two of us.

i love him.

i love him so much.

and i will keep on loving him and all the things about him till the end of time.

because without him, there's no me.

my heart beats for him only.

our hearts beat in sync.

i love him.

and he loves me.

what else in the world could i need?

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Hope you enjoyed this one-shot! I personally really like it.

The only reason I'm able to write this sweet piece is (funny reason) because I started playing Mystic Messenger. It basically gave me a substitute feeling of love.

Bokuto is whipped for Akaashi and that's that.

Anyway, I really hope you liked it!

More works coming soon!

Hatari.

P.S I love Zen.

P.P.S this was inspired by MM and Khalid's "Talk".

P.P.P.S I love you