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Kuroo's fingers are tapping against his leg in a wild unpredictable rhythm, probably as unpredictable as the whole situation with Sawamura Daichi. He hopes the Investigator keeps his promises, he hopes once the door opens there won't be a bunch of guns showed right at his pupps, waiting for them.
He lets out a nervous puff of air, considering how many he can put down before he gets a bullet in his head. If anything happens, he thinks, he hopes he can at least take Sawamura down with him.
There are quiet steps behind the door, probably soundless for a human, but Kuroo hears them, because of the part of himself that isn't. His heartbeat increases, the beats drumming in his chest fast and unsteady. He is prepared to hear more steps coming by, but there are none. Which means there's only one person behind the door, and which means Kuroo can take them down if needed. At least Yaku is still behind him, watching their backs. So if something happens to him, he's sure Yaku is going to help the kids to get out of here. He avoids thinking of where would he take them afterwards, though.
The door opens slowly, the gun showed at him in a slit, having him on the aim. He would be worried, maybe, if only the person who was holding it wasn't in fact Sawamura Daichi, fucking Sawamura Daichi who kept his word . Somewhere deep inside he is so happy, he wants to pull Sawamura in a hug. Though instead, he presses the gun down with his index finger, grinning wide and bright.
“Can't believe you're that excited to see me, Sawamura,” his mouth stretches in a smile before he can stop it. But Daichi is looking behind his back, inspecting the kids who came with him. The warm hold of Hinata's little hands on his back is a bit of a reassurance, so he puts his hand back on Hinata's shoulder, just like the usual. Daichi's eyes flicker just a bit at that.
Sawamura is eyeing them all from head to toe once more, then looks around, his gaze lingering at the bushes and trees behind Kuroo. He pulls his gun down completely, making a sharp inviting movement with his head. Good thing he didn't seem to notice Yaku, he thinks.
“Come in, fast,” he looks around again, while the kids and Kuroo take unsure steps inside his appartment. Then he closes the door, sighing loudly, closing his eyes for a moment, struggling to relax himself.
Daichi looks at small frames who are still trying to hide behind Kuroo's back, yet it doesn't take too long for them to start looking around curiously. He thinks they should know how to not trust anyone so easily, but once Sawamura's gun is showed by his belt, they seem to relax almost instantly.
Soon after, Hinata's head pokes from behind his back, looking at the Investigator with wide eyes full or curiousity. As if reading Hinata's movements, Lev pokes from another side, mirroring him and looking at Daichi with what seems more like an emulative gaze. Kuroo thinks he should introduce them to each other, but for a moment he's stuck, because he doesn't quite know what to say. 'And here, kids, we see the guy who tried to kill me multiple times in the past few years, his name is Sawamura Daichi and he's the reason of the majority of my problems.' Even unsaid, these words seem dumb. Thankfully, Hinata's out-going nature sets up the pace for him.
“So coooooooooool!!” he stops hiding behind Kuroo completely, running closer to Daichi, his eyes wide and sparkling with excitement, voice high and mouth in a wide “O”. He vibrates on his feet a little, looking up to Sawamura.
Who seems to be...dumbfounded, because he looks at Hinata with surprised eyes, unprepared for such turn of events. Lev jumps out right after, yelling much louder than it's necessary, “What's your name??? How old are you??? Is this gun real??? For how long are you doing what you're doing??? And what are you doing exactly??? Are you uncle Kuroo's friend???!!” Lev starts jumping up and down somewhere in the middle of his question attack, talking so fast he has to take a moment to steady his breathing. Daichi blinks fast and confused at “ uncle Kuroo ”, puzzled, because the words he hears definitely do not go along in Daichi's head at all.
Sawamura's brows are so high Kuroo thinks they are soon to touch his dark hair, but to his surprise, Daichi pulls himself together faster than he would expect him to.
“My name is Sawamura Daichi,” Kuroo is so astonished Sawamura is actually going to answer, he stays glued to his place not looking away from Daichi, who looks...plain weird. His voice sounds unusual and almost gentle, or at least he thinks this is how Sawamura's gentle voice would sound, considering he's never heard such intonations from him before. This way, Sawamura reminds him of a single father, the thought alone so absurd Kuroo tries to hold in a nervous snicker. “I am 24 years old. This gun is in fact real,” Kuroo rolls his eyes, at that, because Sawamura avoids mentioning that his gun is full of silver and actually meant to harm their kind. “I had my job since I was 20, but I managed to become an...Investigator only two years ago...” He rubs the back of his neck at that, looking at Kuroo, not knowing how to answer to boy's last question. Kuroo does nothing to help him, though.
Before Sawamura comes up with some complicated answer, the oldest of kids, Kenma, steps forward, his glance lacking the usual fidgeting and nervousness. His voice is still quiet, the expression unreadable. “If you're the Investigator, why are you letting us to your flat?” Daichi strains, his brows close together and a little frown on his lips. This time, Kuroo steps in.
“It's because he owes me, Kenma,” Sawamura looks almost offended, but doesn't deny.
As he proved it today, he is a man of word.