Her.
The sound of whistling and cheering ringed loudly back and forth in his head. Yet the noise was kinda… fuzzy. Like he was incapable of hearing them properly, even if he tried. There was goosebumps that took over his skin, crawling up quickly in small waves. The hairs on the back of his neck stood, electrified by the adrenaline that he didn’t know he was capable of having outside the court. He almost felt kinda bad that he wasn’t paying much attention to his new friend perform.
Then his golden eyes would trace the figure of the beautiful waitress.
Almost.
Bokuto didn’t know what to do, what to say. It’s not like he could anyway. Kuroo was too busy being entertained with Noya pulling on his crop top and laughing obnoxiously loud whenever he’d show a peek of the red lace underneath his miniskirt. Asahi was too busy trying to cover his damn boner that he’s had since like... half an hour ago. Iwaizumi was too busy looking at his phone, probably trying to contact the mother of his daughter. Daichi kept glancing and back forth between his new crush and Noya’s performance. It seemed like the boss was in the same situation as Bokuto but he was much more capable of pulling it together, meanwhile Bokuto was over here having a complete meltdown.
This is bad. This is bad, this is bad, this is bad!! I should be mourning right now. I should be drunk beyond belief right now. That’s why they brought me here. So I could forget the pain. So I can forget him. I should feel guilty! I should be! It was my fault we ended things and I was the one being a bad boyfriend and-
Oh my god she’s so pretty. She’s so pretty, what the fuck?! It should be illegal to be this beautiful! I bet you men swarm all over her! I should ask if she can get home safely. I’ll fend off any predators! What if she has a boyfriend already? Who am I kidding?! Of course she has a boyfriend! Look at her! Are you looking?! Yes… I see, she is a true creation of whatever higher power is out there.
I love her. I-I mean I love her beauty! I bet you she has a really nice voice too and I just… hey hey hey! Relax, man. Just take a deep breath and drink. If we get the chance to talk to her, then we will. Focus on Noya. Focus on Noya dude…
His eyes forcibly dragged themselves back up to the stage where Noya had his legs tightly wrapped around the pole, practically on the ceiling at this point. Bokuto’s eyes widened as he leaned a little closer to the table with such a surprised look on his face. He turned to look at Asahi in shock. Everyone did. And Asahi only smiled proudly and told them to continue watching. So they all quickly returned their attention back to the performer who now had the heels of his golden stiletto boots pressed against the black ceiling.
“Ladies and gentlemen, get your money ready for this!”
“Con ese vaivén ven ven
Me enamora usted bebé
Con ese vaivén ven ven.”
Noya danced along to the song in whichever way he could but all you could see was the bright red lace that continuously tortured their poor coworker seated next to them and his exposed porcelain skin (he sure did have some nice thighs, though). Well, the gold was glittering in the darkness and everyone appreciated the heels he had on while doing this. Regardless, the male on the pole grabbed on tighter than before and pushed his legs up, now hanging on upside down. Noya no longer had his hands on the pole and Bokuto felt as if his heart was the one providing sound for the beat of the song.
“Suéltate ma' suéltate ma'.“
And Noya just dropped.
Bokuto jumped in his seat, hand squeezing tightly onto Asahi’s arm. “Fuck dude!!” His eyes gleamed with admiration as Noya stopped just a couple of seconds before his face met with the glassy floor. Their performer began laughing as everyone surrounding the stage began to throw money, cheering him louder than ever.
Noya, face a couple of inches away from the stage, continued to laugh loudly. While grabbing onto the pole once more, he flipped himself right side up and landed in a split before he began to shake along to the music again.
Bokuto winced and shook his head. “Does that man even have a dick?!” Everyone around the table turned around after the loud statement and agreed, all except Asahi of course.
“Of course he does! Just keep watching him,” he whined with a frown since his coworkers were missing the last bits of the performance.
That’s when everyone returned their attention back to the performer before Daichi stood up with a small bundle of money in his hand. “I’ve gotta hand it to the kid, he’s doing a lot better than I had anticipated.” Kuroo laughed in agreement and pulled out his wallet, telling his boss to hold up. It wasn’t long before everyone was taking out their wallets and giving Daichi some money to give to Noya. But Asahi stopped them.
“It’s better if you guys give it to him when he’s finished and backstage. That money on the stage never goes to him. If you guys really want to show appreciation, I recommend personally. Plus, wouldn’t that be better?”
They all agreed to tell Noya face-to-face what a goddamn beast he was. So the show continued and the announcer with bright orange hair and a silly smile made an appearance once more, exclaiming what a good performance that was and everyone in the club was agreeing with loud cheers and whistles. Then he introduced the next performer, the one Noya mentioned backstage. Oikawa.
And the ladies in the club were squealing with happiness.
Iwaizumi looked around in confusion, finally managing to completely pull himself away from the phone screen his eyes had been glued to the entire night. Asahi laughed and scratched his chin with a forced smile. “If I’m honest with you Bokuto, nothing irritates more than the fact that the people don’t appreciate Yū as much as they do to Oikawa.”
“I can understand why! The girls really do have their panties dropping. Noya-kun was totally right!”
Bokuto turned his head to Iwaizumi who huffed quietly. “He can’t be that special. Honestly, no one has been able to top Noya’s performance. Not by a slim chance.”
Asahi hummed quietly and shook his head. “I don’t think that’s right either, Iwaizumi-san. Not everyone performs in one night. There’s still plenty of others that are quite extraordinary but didn’t perform today since they already have and have maxed out their stamina after a full week of performances. Like Tanaka! And Kageyama too. Even the women, like Kiyoko-san! But I’d say it gets most rowdy in here when the director–”
“The one with the crazy, orange hair?!”
“Yes, Bokuto. –When the director and Kageyama dance together. After all, they are boyfriends and often perform acts others don’t. I think that’s the only thing that surpasses Oikawa.”
Iwaizumi opened his mouth to protest again, to argue that Noya had the best performance and no one could possibly top it, but everyone snapped their heads like owls towards the stage after the squeals returned and only got louder than before. And… oh.
Asahi watched closely, inspecting Iwaizumi’s moves. Watched as he closed his mouth and finally put his phone down. Watched as he sat back and took a deep breath. Watched as his eyes focused on Oikawa like his life depended on it. And Asahi couldn’t help the shy, sneaky smirk that began to pull at his lips oh so slowly.
They were all backstage once more but this time in a more nicer room. Bokuto was as restless as ever since his feelings were in current turmoil. Daichi swore he was even more restless than before but he didn’t care; he just wanted Bokuto to keep his hands to himself which seemed like an impossible task to the other. Kuroo was sitting down, talking with Asahi and Iwaizumi over who had the best performance.
That’s when the door swung open and there stood Noya, hands on his hips with a tall figure that was there behind him and then gone the next instant.
“What’s up losers?! Did you miss me? So… what did you think?”
Everyone at once began to clammer at how great he did out there and oh! The drop!!
Noya’s cheeks filled with a faint red as his confidence skyrocketed, not that it needed to in the first place but it did anyway. He began to laugh as he shrugged like it was nothing. “Did you guys see Oikawa though? He- huh?” The male had turned around as if in search for someone but didn’t seem to find what he was looking for.
“Uh… Noya? Is everything okay?” squeaked out his fiancé in worry.
“Yeah! It’s just that Oikawa was right behind me and… hold on, let me go get ‘im.”
As Noya rushed out, Iwaizumi sighed and looked away which immediately caused Kuroo to smirk. “Too impatient to see your new boyfriend?”
“Oh please. As if I’d ever date someone as pompous and snobby looking like that. I hate guys that have girls screaming over them. Besides, you shouldn’t be talking when you had your eyes glued to that goddamn bartender who seemed totally uncomfortable with you staring at him. Shoulda just gone and talked to him.”
Kuroo laughed for a few seconds then it began to die down at an alarming rate as he looked down. “Did he… really look that uncomfortable?”
“Yeah… ” “No offense but yes, Kuroo.” “Very.”
“Damn it! Why didn’t anyone tell me?!” Kuroo groaned and buried his face between his palms, shrinking in his seat and prayed to the gods for a slow death.
“Hey hey! Come on now bro. The night is still young and I’m sure he’s still out there. We can go get another drink. I’ll go with you. And I’m sure you’ll be able to talk to him then. Let’s go!”
And Bokuto dragged his best friend out of there because he knew that he needed to return the favor to his best bro for trying to cheer him up this whole time and if Bokuto could land him a date, that was the best thing he could do for him. And secretly, Bokuto wished that the pretty woman was still out there as he continued to drag his friend back to the club where loud music continued to play and people were just as rowdy as before.
Once they were back outside, they headed directly to the bar where indeed, Kuroo’s little crush remained there with the same poker face that he kept throughout the entire night. When he saw Kōtarō and Tetsurō headed his way, he looked up and was quick to look back away, averting his eyes.
Kuroo groaned and shook his head. “I regret my decisions.”
The two now sat on the tall stools, arms resting against the bar counter. Bokuto was the first to speak. “Yo! How’s it hanging?”
The bartender forced a small smile and quietly nodded. “What can I get you tonight?”
Kuroo sighed quietly, trying to let out most of his nervousness with it. “Just two beers, please.”
As the pretty male bartender went to get their beers, Bokuto smiled widely and nudged Kuroo’s stomach. “Get it, son.”
When he returned with their drinks, Kuroo held it up to Bokuto. When their bottles clinked, he moved it toward the bartender. “To the underappreciated bartenders in crazy clubs like this, my friend.”
Their bartender seemed to get flustered easily as he now had red ears. But only red ears and Kuroo rested his cheek on his palm, thinking how fucking cute that was.
Bokuto turned around, letting Kuroo and the bartender enjoy their romantic silence as he took a sip of the beer in his hand. His eyes began to search and search for the female he saw earlier but alas, it was in vain. She was nowhere to be seen and his heart began to slowly lose the last remains of hope. His search never stopped and he continued and continued like he was fighting a war that couldn’t be lost no matter what happened. Then, he finally found her.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is time to say goodbye. But before you go, let us give you the peace of the night. It’s time to present your favorite singer, Akaashi!”
The pretty lady was up on the stage with all the lights off except for a single, white spotlight on her. Her dress was long and black but shimmering with sequins. It had a slit down the right, showing off a small portion of her thigh and her smooth leg. Bokuto’s mouth dropped.
She’s even prettier than before what the actual fuck oh my god…
Fuck.