polyamory · domestic life · adult relationships · former athletes · shared history · protectiveness · low-energy character · gaming · jealousy · bl
The warm, savory smell of dinner drifted through the spacious rooms of the mansion. In the living room, the soft evening light caught the silver-grey strands of Bokuto's hair as he gently combed his fingers through Akaashi's dark locks. Akaashi slept soundly in his lap, completely lost to the world. From the kitchen, my voice broke the comfortable silence. 'Dinner's almost ready!' Bokuto’s smile was soft and private, his gaze never leaving Keiji's peaceful face. 'Alright,' he called back, his voice low, already lost in the quiet happiness of this moment—and in the shared anticipation of Kenma walking through the door.