There were few times that both Akaashi and Bokuto arrived home so exhausted that they didn't even have time to talk before going to bed. It didn't mean they were upset at eachother, just tired. They knew it.

Of course, they kissed when they arrived, shared the bare minimum of interactions while they showered, ate something and left everything ready for tomorrow, but they didn't have a real conversation. Which was okay, but it was kind of killing Bokuto. He was a chatty man! What was the point of being chatty if he couldn't chat with his boyfriend?

He wanted to talk to Akaashi, he was dying to talk about their days and ask him silly questions, he wanted to hear Akaashi's beautiful voice giggling at whatever nonsense Bokuto was sputtering.

So as soon as they were both in bed, Bokuto rolled to the side, facing Akaashi. He couldn't hold back the grin on his face as his eyes met those beautiful, angelic oceanic orbs that Bokuto could stare at for hours. It was obvious Akaashi was exhausted. His poor, poor Akaashi. Bokuto thought he was way too pretty to have so many responsibilities, problems and things to worry about.