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@rooster907.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 3:19 PM

I was feeling generous (i.e: couldn't decide on just one), so here's a few sneak peeks at what I've been working on all spring and summer for the BokuAka Exchange 2026! Can't wait to start posting 😍
#bokuaka #omegaverse #WIPWeek @bokuakaevents.bsky.social

Koutarou motioned for him to open the window. Keiji shook his head 'no'. For a long time, they just looked at each other. Then, the alpha pointed up to him before morphing the gesture into a small heart by pinching his thumb and index finger together, smiling weakly. It wasn't the question that he had been expecting: Do you still love me? Of course, my star. Keiji smoothed down his nightshirt, making sure that it hung low enough to cover him before he climbed up and knelt on the window box, moving into full view so that the alpha could see him better over the eaves. Keiji pointed back at him until Koutarou nodded 'yes'. Okay, good. I've got your attention. Keiji moved to hold his arms in a cradle across his chest, making a gentle rocking motion like he was holding an infant. Babies. I want babies, Kou, and I don't care how they get here.They passed an MSBY mural on the wall of the station as they made their way slowly to the stairs going up. Seeing a larger than life artist's rendition of Koutarou's face plastered across the wall tripped something in his mind. Could it be. . . Maybe, but if so, it's way too early to tell. He's gone out and bought a box of pregnancy tests about two weeks before, after Koutarou's rut had ended: both the old school 'pee on a stick' kind, and the pheromonal type that were supposed to work better for all secondary genders. "No!" he yelped, but snapping his head back to look at the mangaka made the world start to spin again. "Sorry, no, I- I don't want to worry him. I'll be fine once I'm able to get home. I apologize for not being able to continue our work for the day. . ." I don't want to get my hopes up, just to have them dashed. "Nonsense, Akaashi-kun," Udai waved down his apologies. "Your inside knowledge on volleyball is killer, but it's only good to me if you're conscious, dude.""It's not like I have a lot of choices, Bokuto," Sakusa seethed. "It's this or risk never playing again." Again. . . if it was you, wouldn't you do the same thing? "I wouldn't say never; people have been out for longer with injuries before, and they ended up coming back. Remember when Barnes-san blew out his knee? He was on the bench for like a year-" Sakusa looked at him like he was the stupidest man on the planet. "Barnes didn't pop a fucking baby out of his-" Koutarou held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll approve you being excused from practice for the next four days . . . that starts Monday, right?" "Yes." "Okay. Text me or something afterwards to let me know you're okay." "Bo-" "I don't need details," he clarified quickly. "And I'm not trying to talk you out of anything— it's your life and none of my business—but if you change your mind, for any reason at all, and you want someone to back you up when you go to Coach and management, I'll support you 120%, Sakusa-san."