Ship/Character: Bokuto & Konoha Fandom: haikyuu Major Tags: none Other Tags: video game violence Word Count: 446 Remix Permission: yes
Did I turn a murder prompt into fluff? Damn heckin right I did.
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It's hard for Bokuto to fight off a grin when he answers the door, where Konoha stands dangling a game controller from his fingers. “Ready to kick some ass, my dude?”
“Hell yeah.” Bokuto takes Konoha’s backpack, sprinting up the stairs to roll out the spare futon and get ready to set up the game system. “This is gonna be awesome.”
Of all his new Fukutodani teammates, Konoha is by far the one Bokuto would classify as Cool. A laid back guy who gets along with most everyone, he is certainly the one who the rest of their batchmates flock to -- including Bokuto. But all he cares about is that Konoha is the first friend he made at Fukurodani, and he wants to have the most kick-ass sleepover ever.
Dinner is ready by the time Konoha gets the console is plugged into Bokuto’s small tv set. Bokuto pretend when Konoha sits at the table and spies what they're having for dinner.
“Dude, how did you know?” Konoha greedily inhales the scent of the platter of tatsuta age fried chicken in the center of the table and groans. “I love this stuff.”
“I have my sources.” Bokuto glances over at his mother, but she just rolls her eyes. He doesn't plan on confessing that his mom called Konoha’s to ask for that particular piece of intel.
The meal is a fast one, with a constant stream of compliments to Bokuto’s mom for her cooking and her hospitality. After speeding through the dishes, Bokuto all but drags Konoha upstairs to take his first swing at the newest Grand Theft Auto game that they're both finally old enough to play.
Losing quickly, they both slog away at the game, which is available for multiplayer on a console for the first time, but every time they get to a new part of the city, Bokuto dies quickly and violently.
Bokuto frowns at the screen, where his game character lies dead and bloodied on the pavement for what feels like the hundredth time. “How is this game so hard?”
Konoha shrugs as he forges on with far more success. “The side quests are what kill you.” He doesn't look away from the screen until Bokuto sighs loudly.
Pausing, Konoha sets the controller in his lap. “Meh, side quests are overrated. You wanna go on a killing spree and see how many hookers we can hang until the helicopters come?”
Grinning from ear to ear, Bokuto declares, “Awesome.”
Shoulder to shoulder, they barrel through streets, and Bokuto can't imagine why anyone would want to play the game any other way. Maybe it’s the company, but he is more than fine with either.
Fill: Team Kinkage, T
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: video game violence
Word Count: 446
Remix Permission: yes
Did I turn a murder prompt into fluff? Damn heckin right I did.
***
It's hard for Bokuto to fight off a grin when he answers the door, where Konoha stands dangling a game controller from his fingers. “Ready to kick some ass, my dude?”
“Hell yeah.” Bokuto takes Konoha’s backpack, sprinting up the stairs to roll out the spare futon and get ready to set up the game system. “This is gonna be awesome.”
Of all his new Fukutodani teammates, Konoha is by far the one Bokuto would classify as Cool. A laid back guy who gets along with most everyone, he is certainly the one who the rest of their batchmates flock to -- including Bokuto. But all he cares about is that Konoha is the first friend he made at Fukurodani, and he wants to have the most kick-ass sleepover ever.
Dinner is ready by the time Konoha gets the console is plugged into Bokuto’s small tv set. Bokuto pretend when Konoha sits at the table and spies what they're having for dinner.
“Dude, how did you know?” Konoha greedily inhales the scent of the platter of tatsuta age fried chicken in the center of the table and groans. “I love this stuff.”
“I have my sources.” Bokuto glances over at his mother, but she just rolls her eyes. He doesn't plan on confessing that his mom called Konoha’s to ask for that particular piece of intel.
The meal is a fast one, with a constant stream of compliments to Bokuto’s mom for her cooking and her hospitality. After speeding through the dishes, Bokuto all but drags Konoha upstairs to take his first swing at the newest Grand Theft Auto game that they're both finally old enough to play.
Losing quickly, they both slog away at the game, which is available for multiplayer on a console for the first time, but every time they get to a new part of the city, Bokuto dies quickly and violently.
Bokuto frowns at the screen, where his game character lies dead and bloodied on the pavement for what feels like the hundredth time. “How is this game so hard?”
Konoha shrugs as he forges on with far more success. “The side quests are what kill you.” He doesn't look away from the screen until Bokuto sighs loudly.
Pausing, Konoha sets the controller in his lap. “Meh, side quests are overrated. You wanna go on a killing spree and see how many hookers we can hang until the helicopters come?”
Grinning from ear to ear, Bokuto declares, “Awesome.”
Shoulder to shoulder, they barrel through streets, and Bokuto can't imagine why anyone would want to play the game any other way. Maybe it’s the company, but he is more than fine with either.