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It was nearly three in the morning. This was beginning to get ridiculous. Lucky for you, it was Friday night, and not a school night. Unfortunately, you wouldn't be able to fall asleep without hearing the voice of your wonderful boyfriend, Bokuto Kotaro. You were hesitant about confiding in him about the inability to sleep lately, mainly because you didn't want to bother him, he could be a worry wart at times. Your tired eyes stared at the screen in front of you, seeming brighter than the sun to your sleepy gaze. On the screen was Bokuto's text messages. You had read through them for the third time now, hoping that would be able to replace the sound of his deep, soothing voice. It couldn't. Quietly, your cold fingers tapped the screen.
TO: Probably an Owl
FROM: (N/N)
I can't sleep. . .
Sighing, you hit send and set your phone next to you. You really felt bad if you were to wake him up, but you had given in. Almost immediately, you receive a call from him. "Hello?" you answer timidly. "Are you okay?" he asks groggily, in a, what you'd hate to admit, sexy tone. Usually, he'd yell the question in his usual excited tone, but you must've woke him up.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just having a hard time falling asleep," you answer him. You hear him hum in response on the other end, along with rustling. You try to listen closely, wondering what he could possible be doing. "...Bokuto?" you ask.
"One second," he replies shortly before hanging up. You pull your phone away from your ear, staring at the screen. What was he doing? Sighing, you decided you'd just have to wait and see, as it has always been with him. You waited for a while, heavy eyelids begging you to sleep despite your inability.
Tap!
You look over towards where the sharp sound came from. Your window. Something told you, hoped even, that it was Bokuto, but you decided to ignore it. He wouldn't get up so early in the morning to come to your every beck and call. You plop your head back onto your pillow, wondering what he could be doing.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Your head slightly raises again. No... you think. He wouldn't. All of a sudden, it sounds like several pebbles were thrown at your window at once. Oh, who were you kidding. Of course he would. Jumping out of bed, you quickly make your way to the window. Throwing open the curtains, there stood the idiot you loved, grinning at you with a wide smile. Rolling your eyes affectionately, you grab your phone to call him.
"There's a doorbell, you know," you tease once Bokuto answers. You hop down the stairs towards the door. "Isn't this supposed to be more romantic or something?" he asks in a serious tone. You only respond in a giggle, opening your front door. There he stood in all his glory. From the grey tank top, to the jeans he'd thrown on over his, most likely owl, boxers. Letting him in, you close the door once more and head back to your room. "I can't believe you actually walked to my house," you state, still on the phone. He grins at you cheekily, "It's not like it's that far." He did have a point. It was only a street away. But still, that's a lot to walk at three in the morning. "Besides," he says hanging up, "I thought you'd miss me."
He hugs you from behind as he whispers this in your ear. You only laugh, pushing him away teasingly. You jump back into your bed, holding your arms out for him. Greedily, he puts himself into your arms. You grimace, "God, you're cold." He pouts at you, hair covering the top of his eyes now that it was down. "Well, I did just walk here in the cold for you, so you shouldn't have any complaints," he says as he nuzzles his cold nose into the crook of your neck. You shrug lightly, eyes already drooping. "Fair enough," you yawn with a smile. "I love you," he whispers from your neck. Running your fingers through his hair, you lightly peck the top of his head. "I love you too, Bokuto."
And soon enough, you were both out like a light in each others arms.
TO: Probably an Owl
FROM: (N/N)
I can't sleep. . .
Sighing, you hit send and set your phone next to you. You really felt bad if you were to wake him up, but you had given in. Almost immediately, you receive a call from him. "Hello?" you answer timidly. "Are you okay?" he asks groggily, in a, what you'd hate to admit, sexy tone. Usually, he'd yell the question in his usual excited tone, but you must've woke him up.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just having a hard time falling asleep," you answer him. You hear him hum in response on the other end, along with rustling. You try to listen closely, wondering what he could possible be doing. "...Bokuto?" you ask.
"One second," he replies shortly before hanging up. You pull your phone away from your ear, staring at the screen. What was he doing? Sighing, you decided you'd just have to wait and see, as it has always been with him. You waited for a while, heavy eyelids begging you to sleep despite your inability.
Tap!
You look over towards where the sharp sound came from. Your window. Something told you, hoped even, that it was Bokuto, but you decided to ignore it. He wouldn't get up so early in the morning to come to your every beck and call. You plop your head back onto your pillow, wondering what he could be doing.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Your head slightly raises again. No... you think. He wouldn't. All of a sudden, it sounds like several pebbles were thrown at your window at once. Oh, who were you kidding. Of course he would. Jumping out of bed, you quickly make your way to the window. Throwing open the curtains, there stood the idiot you loved, grinning at you with a wide smile. Rolling your eyes affectionately, you grab your phone to call him.
"There's a doorbell, you know," you tease once Bokuto answers. You hop down the stairs towards the door. "Isn't this supposed to be more romantic or something?" he asks in a serious tone. You only respond in a giggle, opening your front door. There he stood in all his glory. From the grey tank top, to the jeans he'd thrown on over his, most likely owl, boxers. Letting him in, you close the door once more and head back to your room. "I can't believe you actually walked to my house," you state, still on the phone. He grins at you cheekily, "It's not like it's that far." He did have a point. It was only a street away. But still, that's a lot to walk at three in the morning. "Besides," he says hanging up, "I thought you'd miss me."
He hugs you from behind as he whispers this in your ear. You only laugh, pushing him away teasingly. You jump back into your bed, holding your arms out for him. Greedily, he puts himself into your arms. You grimace, "God, you're cold." He pouts at you, hair covering the top of his eyes now that it was down. "Well, I did just walk here in the cold for you, so you shouldn't have any complaints," he says as he nuzzles his cold nose into the crook of your neck. You shrug lightly, eyes already drooping. "Fair enough," you yawn with a smile. "I love you," he whispers from your neck. Running your fingers through his hair, you lightly peck the top of his head. "I love you too, Bokuto."
And soon enough, you were both out like a light in each others arms.
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[Name] hummed along to the soft instrumental music playing faintly on her phone as she turned over a new page and filled her ink pen. The only sound in the room was the scratching of the pen, the soft ballad and the rustling of the paper. It was peaceful and quiet in her apartment; just the right atmosphere for writing to reduce the stress from her daily life.
Not before too long, the tranquil silence she relished in was eerily broken with the annoying sound of her phone beeping.
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This is a contest entry for the lovely AngelicInferno! Congratualtions on 450+ watchers, it's an amazing milestone. Hope you enjoyed!
As you can probably tell, my theme is night owl.
If anyone wants to join, the contest ends April 1st.
Haikyuu and it's characters do not belong to me.
This story does.
You belong to the Owl King, Bokuto Kotaro
As you can probably tell, my theme is night owl.
If anyone wants to join, the contest ends April 1st.
Haikyuu and it's characters do not belong to me.
This story does.
You belong to the Owl King, Bokuto Kotaro
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