"Bokuto!" Akaashi yelled, barreling into the spiker, who groaned when his chest made hard contact with Akaashi's shoulder.

      "Good morning, Akaashi." he said, calmly, hoping a smooth tone would calm the hyper setter. The two of them walked through the school gates together, and headed towards the club room, to get changed.

      Their team greeted them, laughing with Akaashi, and smiling warmly with Bokuto. Everyone on the team got along rather well. They were a well oiled machine on the court, and a silly, misbehaving family anywhere else. Bokuto loved them, and appreciated everything they did, especially his setter, who could boost the morale of anyone, on or off the court. But he had to admit, sometimes they drove him crazy.

      Once everyone was changed, and had their shoes in hand, they sprinted to the gym, where their coach was waiting. He handed Bokuto a spread sheet, explaining the rotation for their upcoming training camp. Bo circled players, drawing lines and showing combos. His penmanship was tidy, and easy to read. And at the command of their captain, the Fukurodani volleyball club got to work. Drills, scrimmages, and penalties. It was an enjoyable practice.

      "Bokuto!" yelled Akaashi, running over after Bo had spiked, "How was my set?"

      "A little low."

      Akaashi nodded, announcing that he would do ten more, until he got it right. Bokuto sighed, and readied himself. His setter tended to be a bit... over zealous, but he was talented, and likable, and Bo had more fun in his presence. So, he practiced with Akaashi, over and over, until his arms hurt from spiking. And this was only morning practice. That afternoon, the had a practice match with Nekoma, and Bokuto knew that Akaashi, and pain-in-the-ass-Kuroo would stop their spiking practice at nothing, and not even Tsukishima would be there as a comfort. 

      So, at the end of the day, Akaashi raced to the third year's classrooms to collect Bokuto for the game. The teams lined up, after Nekoma arrived, and thanked each other for the game.

      "We are going to kick your ass!" said Akaashi to Kuroo. The blocker's retaliation was rather weak, claiming that he'd 'show us on the court.' But that prediction was false.

      The point gap was small, barely even there. Back and forth the rallied went, with taunts being exchanged over the net. But as the game progressed, Akaashi's sets got sloppier. They were too low, or too high, or too short, or too long. He was struggling as exhaustion secured its hold. The game had gone on for far too long, according to Akaashi's thin arms. 

      "Bokuto, it's yours!" he yelled, tossing the ball high into the air. It was short again, and a little low. Bo missed the spike. "Grr!" Kuroo laughed at him, and Bokuto recognize the expression on Akaashi's face. He looked to the other team members, and they knew it, too. 

      "Akaashi, you have to calm down." Bokuto said.

      "I am calm! The ball is coming your way, I'll make it a good toss. You'll see!" 

      The ball went up, and... right over Bokuto's head. He cringed when he heard it hit the floor. The look Akaashi wore was one the team knew well, and their opponents recognized it too, letting out a collective, "Yes!" Bo sighed, and asked for a time out. Once off the court, Akaashi turned to them.

      "Guys," he said, "I can't set the ball anymore." 

      There was a groan from Fukurodani's side of the court. Bokuto sent a look to Saruki, one of their outside hitters. He nodded and Bo offered a small smile in thanks.

      "Okay, but while you aren't setting, please try to settle down." he said. 

      Everyone jogged back onto the court, and Bokuto threw a challenging glare at Kuroo. The whistle blew, and Fukunaga served. The ball went over the net, and was received by Komi. Shouts of, "It's up!" and, "Cover!" were exchanged before Saruki set up for a spike.

      "Yours, Bokuto!" he called, and Bo spiked it. 

      It was steady, and high enough for Bokuto to hit. The ball went straight over the net, nailing Lev in the face, then hitting the floor. The point gap was closed, and the game went on, Akaashi growing more eager with every spike. Eventually, Fukurodani pulled ahead, point after point scored by Washio, Bokuto, and Konoha. Akaashi looked antsy when there were only three points left to the win. Bo saw this, and pulled Saruki aside, asking him not to take the set. 

      Konoha had the serve, and it was returned by Kenma, and went back over the net. Komi yelled for Akaashi to pick it up, more encouragement coming from Washio and Saruki. Akaashi grinned as the ball was passed to him, yelling "Bokuto!" as he tossed it. The spike was clean, and after two more of the same, the game was won by Fukurodani.

      "Hell yeah, in your face!" Akaashi yelled at Kuroo, who stuck his tongue out in return.

      Bokuto came up for a high five, which Akaashi was happy to give. He slung an arm around his spiker's shoulder, laughing in his ear. But Bokuto smiled, glad to have the excitable boy as a teammate and a friend.

(I refuse to read this over because it's cringy, and I'm hungry) (hope you enjoyed my Bokuaka Week stories for 2020) (have a good day)