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"Bro."
"Hmm?"
"How would you ask someone on a date?"
"Dunno, guess it really depends on the person," Kuroo looked up from his homework, a sly grin on his face. "Who are you talking about?"
"As if I'll tell you," Bokuto scoffed and rolled off of his stomach and onto his back, his head hanging off the bed. "I don't think my usual bold and brash declaration of infatuation will work with this one."
"I'm rather fond of your tactless confessions, they bring me great amusement," Kuroo snickered.
"No, I know for a fact that my usual plans won't work. I need something fresh," Bokuto kicked against the bed and whined. "But whaaaaat, ugh."
"Just ask them if they'll go to the movies with you, there's no way you can screw that up."
"Dude, that's perfect!" Bokuto took out his phone and sent out a quick text. "Wait, what movie?"
"There's the new one out with the aliens or maybe a love story," Kuroo waggled his eyebrows, smirk still on his face.
"I want him to be entertained not bored to death.” Bokuto's phone dinged and he hooted, kicking his legs up in the air. "Guess which lucky guy has a date this Friday?"
"I'm going to take a wild guess and say you," Kuroo rolled his eyes and tried to get back to his homework.
"Well you're abso-fucking-lutely right!"
"Alright Romeo, settle down. Hey did you guys learn about this shit yet?"
-
"Bro."
"Oh no. What happened?"
"Dude."
"Were you stood up?"
"I can't even-"
"Are you crying??"
"No I'm not fucking crying! I got soda all over my crotch, forgot to get my jacket back, I'm walking home and it's cold as fuck."
"Sounds like a great first date."
"I hate you."
-
"Kuroo."
"Why are you calling me? You're literally in the same room," Kuroo grumbled and balanced the phone on his shoulder, hands preoccupied with trying to get his water bottle open.
"Bring Kenma over so Akaashi has someone to talk to," Bokuto demanded.
"Who the hell is Akaashi?" Kuroo looked over to Kenma who had his DS out and hair shielding his face. "And Kenma is busy right now."
"He is not busy! I can see him!"
"Mmm," Kuroo leaned over and saw Kenma's warrior fighting a huge monster. "Nope, he's actually in the middle of a boss fight. Very busy."
"I thought you were my bro," Bokuto whined and Kuroo saw him put one hand on his hip. "Fine, we're going over there!"
"Okay." Kuroo ended the call and watched as Bokuto walked over with a bright smile on hi face and a small black haired kid trailing behind him.
"Here," Kenma handed over his own water bottle, lid off.
"Thanks," Kuroo said, taking a generous sip from the bottle.
"Hey asshole, I mean Kuroo," Bokuto slapped his hand against Kuroo's arm. "This is Akaashi, our newest setter."
"Oh look Kenma, another setter. Maybe you two can talk about setter stuff," Kuroo said flippantly and tried not to laugh at Kenma's affronted face.
"Kenma is actually a lot like you Akaashi! Quite, polite, not a huge jerk," Bokuto directed the last part at Kuroo with a glare. "I'm sure you two will get along fine. Hey Kuroo, come to the bathroom with me!"
Bokuto grabbed Kuroo by the wrist, quickly waving to the two first years, and dragged Kuroo out of the gym.
"Do you need me to watch you so you don't fall in the toilet?" Kuroo laughed at the memory as Bokuto frowned and tugged him harder.
"That was one time! I didn't see that the seat was up and- no, that's not why I dragged you out here!" Bokuto released him and stopped in the middle of the hallway, dragging his hand through his hair roughly.
"Let me guess, this has to do with that Akaashi kid,” Kuroo deadpanned.
"A little," Bokuto sighed and then rubbed his hands all over his face. "Okay, a lot. I think I messed up on asking him on the date and I'm trying to bring up hanging out again but he keeps brushing it off!"
"Wait, you went on a date with him?" Kuroo thought back to the first year, who didn’t look half bad but seriously? He wasn’t Bokuto’s type at all.
"Except he didn't think it was a date! He thought I was being a nice upperclassman and invited other freshmen!"
"You're kidding right?" Kuroo snickered but Bokuto ignored him and continued.
"No! So I'm trying to give him hints that it's a date by buying his drink and snacks but then some random kid, whose parent was doing a horrible job of keeping an eye on by the way, ran right into me and spilled his soda all over me!" Bokuto wailed, imitating the events from the day by making a circular motion with his hands over his crotch.
"Did you fight him?" Kuroo teased, leaning against the wall, smirk still on his face.
"What?" Bokuto stared incredulously at Kuroo then he realized he was joking. "This is serious man! But I was super chill you know? So I told Akaashi to wait for a second and I finally came out of the restroom, a underclassman told me that Akaashi had an emergency and had to go home!"
"So how'd you lose your jacket?"
"Oh, well when I met up with Akaashi at the station, he didn't bring a jacket, so me being the awesome cool guy that I am, offered mine and he accepted."
"Did he return it?" Kuroo had the feeling the story was over and pushed off the wall, walking back to the gym.
"Yeah, he washed it too." Bokuto followed, dragging his shoes against the cement, almost tripping when he hit a bump. "Shut up, don't laugh."
"I wasn't going to," Kuroo hid his smile and exhaled noisily. "Honestly, sounds like you should stop while you're ahead. Clearly he wasn't interested and tried to make it less awkward by inviting friends."
"You think so?" Kuroo didn't even have to turn around to see the dejected face Bokuto was making.
"Hmm, yeah sorry. If it makes you feel any better, you're way too good for him."
"I guess that makes me feel better," Bokuto sighed dramatically and Kuroo flicked him in the neck.
"You better liven up or else next game is ours!"
"Ha! In your dreams!"
-
"Hey bro."
"Yooo Kuroo, what's up?"
"Wanna hang out today? I'm being replaced by a video game." Kuroo watched as Kenma sat on the floor, ignoring him.
"Sorry but I already have plans," Bokuto boasted.
"Oh? And with who?" Kuroo asked.
"Akaashi."
"You're a fucking liar," Kuroo gasped. "You seriously got him to go on a date with you?"
"What? No, I mean it's not a date but we're definitely hanging out," Bokuto said, stumbling over his words trying to explain.
"Dude that's so weird."
"What?! How??" Bokuto's voice raised and Kuroo pulled his phone slightly away from his ear.
"He's a grade under you so it's not like you two can work on homework together and besides volleyball I doubt you have much in common-"
"I feel like you're challenging me," Bokuto interrupted.
"No bro. I'm totally not challenging you," Kuroo assured him.
"No no, you are! And I'm going to prove you wrong!" Bokuto abruptly hanged up.
"Oh my god Kenma. Why am I friends with this idiot?" Kuroo stared at his phone before flipping it shut.
"Shhh, I'm trying to focus," Kenma replied, lips twitching at the exasperated groan Kuroo made.
-
"Bro, I'm bored. Let's do something!" Bokuto tugged on sheets, trying to pull Kuroo off his bed.
"No. Why don't you ask Akaashi to hang out with you?" Kuroo started to tug on his sheets, laughing when he abruptly let go and Bokuto fell on his ass.
"Are you jealous?"
"Of Akaashi? As if," Kuroo scoffed at that stupid question and sat up on his bed.
"Yeah you totally are! Bro, don't you know that you're my only brofriend?" Bokuto leaned on the bed and poked Kuroo in the thigh.
"Don't ever say brofriend again," Kuroo grimaced at the terrible name. "And I'm not jealous, I'm concerned."
"Concerned?" Bokuto lifted himself on the bed, wincing when Kuroo tried to kick him off.
"Yeah man. You've been hanging out with him way too much. You're going to get attached and then you're going to be all sad and mopey when he doesn't return your feelings." Kuroo watched as Bokuto's furrowed eyebrows smoothed out in understanding.
"Bro, you're over exaggerating."
"I'm not! Over these past four months, it's been nonstop talk about Akaashi which is quadruple the amount of time you spent on your last crush."
Bokuto was silent and Kuroo could tell that nothing he says is going to have any effect on him.
"I know okay?" Bokuto sighed loudly and ran his hand through his hair.
"Bokuto-"
"Anyways, let's go out today! I'll treat you to some mochi ice cream, there's this new place that I swear it taste like heaven." Bokuto went off tangent about some crepes that also tasted like heaven signaling to Kuroo that this conversation was over.
-
"Where you at?"
Kuroo looked around his room and focused on Kenma who was curled between the wall and the bed playing with the game console in his hands.
"Not home."
"Well we're a couple minutes away. Is the front door open?"
"No, you're going to have to come through my window."
"Haven't done that in a while. We're going to do some light exercise today, okay?" Bokuto laughed as Akaashi slowly nodded and Kuroo sighed loudly.
"Don't break my gutter this time," he warned as he ended the call and threw his phone on his bed.
"You know he's actually going to come through the window," Kenma said.
"Yeah, which is why I'm opening it." Kuroo walked over to the window, slid it open and locked it in place. "Alright, let's go downstairs and turn on the Wii."
"Mario Kart?"
"Yup! Seeing you and Bokuto deck it out is super fun," Kuroo lifted his arms and stretched, wincing when his back popped. "I love it when you get him all gloomy."
"You know, you could do that yourself," Kenma retorted yet gently put his PSP on Kuroo's bed.
"But then I'll miss the sight of your pretty eyes shining when you destroy everyone in your path," Kuroo teased.
"Flattery will get you nowhere.”
-
Kuroo watched Akaashi throughout the day.
He found out that he bites his lower lip before giving in to one of Bokuto's stupid jokes.
He tugs the tips of his bangs when he's trying to regain his composure after Bokuto says something embarrassing.
He delicately puts his hand on his cheek, sighing softly when Bokuto is finally silent.
He knows how to deal with Bokuto's mood swings like a pro already.
He stares blankly when Kuroo makes a joke.
His lips tug downward when Kuroo says something embarrassing.
He gently scratches the underside of his chin when Kuroo is finally silent.
He knows how to calm Bokuto down after Kuroo provokes him.
Kuroo brings Kenma to the kitchen and discusses his findings with him.
"It's pretty obvious isn't it?" Kenma pulls out a soda from the fridge.
"Yeah, I don't think Akaashi likes me," Kuroo confessed, putting the soda back and giving Kenma a bottle of water instead, ignoring the younger male's whine. "We've known each other for like what? Six months already, I think. He should be comfortable enough with me. How did you get used to me?"
Kenma's eyebrows furrowed and he scowled at the water bottle.
"I don't think that's the problem," Kenma mumbled but continued on when he saw that Kuroo was dead set on his theory. "I guess I just got used to being around you."
"So just be myself?" Kuroo tilted his head, and tapped his lips.
"A little bit less obnoxious might help," Kenma answered and walked back to the living room.
"That hurts you know!"
-
"Hey Bokuto," Kuroo put his chin on Bokuto's shoulder and stared at a block of English that was highlighted various colors.
"Hm?"
"Do you really intend on continuing this whole Akaashi thing?"
"What?" Bokuto paused his highlighting.
"You know what I'm talking about."
"Do I plan to continue being Akaashi's friend? Yeah, I do." Bokuto scoffed and went back to highlighting various phrases.
"Why are you even so obsessed with this kid?" Kuroo pushed off Bokuto and lied on the carpet, frowning at the way it felt on the back of his neck. "You aren't like this with any other freshman or your current setter. What makes him so different?"
"You know, you've been acting really different lately. Why? Is it because of him? What's going on with you Bokuto?
Bokuto didn't say anything but Kuroo could tell by the way his left hand drummed against the desk he was getting irritated.
"That is exactly my point! I'm just asking simple questions and you're over here getting defensive!"
"I'm not getting defensive! You're just being fucking annoying," Bokuto slammed his highlighter against his desk. "Okay, just let me finish this shit and I'll answer whatever the fuck you want."
"Fine," Kuroo stood up and made his way to the bed, lying down on it and stared viscously at Bokuto's ugly pale yellow wall.
"Kuroo?" Bokuto softly shook him awake.
"Oh shit," Kuroo mumbled. He stretched out from his fetal position and look around the room. "What time is it?"
"Almost 9. I already told your mom that you're spending the night," Bokuto sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry about earlier."
"No," Kuroo sat up and stared at the arched back of his friend. "I was way out of line. Forgive me?"
"Of course bro."
"I'll try harder with Akaashi," Kuroo pinched Bokuto's lower back and laughed when he yelped. "If you're really determined on being friends with him, then I guess I can put more effort into talking to him."
"It's because-" Bokuto stopped himself and Kuroo waited a while before sighing loudly.
"Look, I feel like there is more to this story or whatever but I guess I'll just wait for you to come out on your own terms."
"But I thought I already came out to you?"
"God you're so fucking stupid." Kuroo said with an affectionate smile on his face. "Go take a shower or else you're going to have disgusting ass dandruff in your hair."
Bokuto turned around and sucker punched Kuroo in his stomach, snorting when the black haired teen doubled over.
"That was for you being such a dick earlier."
"I thought you already got past that," Kuroo leaned forward to hit Bokuto but he was already off the bed.
"Now I am!"
-
"Hey Akaashi," Kuroo said, sprawled out on Kenma's sofa and lazily watched his two best friends race against each other.
"Yes?" Akaashi on the other hand was curled up against an armrest; hand on his chin as he watched the game.
"Are you okay with always spending your time with us?" Kuroo asked, eyes still train on the TV.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you have friends your age that you'd rather spend your weekends with?" Kuroo asked, silently laughing at Bokuto who was cussing that Kenma promised not to throw a blue shell and Kenma’s unapologetic reply.
"Well I usually hang out with them during lunch and after school a bit before practice but if I'm invited to go hang out with them over the weekend then I'll go," Akaashi's face stayed apathetic.
"What do you do when it's a weekday and there's no practice?" Kuroo switched from looking at the TV to looking at the first year.
"Go home and do homework. Maybe go shopping if there's anything that I want."
"What about dates?"
"I'm only a first year," Akaashi pursed his lips and side glanced at Kuroo.
"So? I asked girls out my first year and I'm sure Bokuto did too," Kuroo nudged Bokuto with his toe. "Right bro?"
"Yeah! No one's caught your eye yet?" Bokuto paused the game and turned around, eyes opened owlishly with a too innocent look on his face.
"I guess I'm a little busy with advanced classes and volleyball at the moment to be thinking of that," Akaashi's voice was tinted with exasperation, as if he had to tell this response so many times before.
"Oh? I didn't know you were smart! Aren't you a lucky guy?” Kuroo smirked and kicked Bokuto again.
"Huh?" Akaashi turned to Kuroo completely, his eyebrows rose in confusion.
"Good looking, athletic, and intelligent. Don't you have it all?" Kuroo leaned closer to him and snorted at the flush that dusted his cheekbones.
"Don't tease him jerk!" Bokuto stood and tried to suffocate Kuroo with a throw pillow. "Sorry Akaashi, he doesn't know how to interact with people without making them uncomfortable."
"Oh, so you don't think I'm any of those things?" Akaashi tilted his head and Bokuto's focused on the way his lips almost resembled a pout.
"What? No! Of course!" Bokuto removed the pillow from Kuroo's face. "I'm so sorry if I insulted you! I swear that you're amazing and smoking hot-"
"I was kidding!" Akaashi blurted hands out as if that could stop Bokuto from talking. "It was a joke."
Kuroo guffawed, silently noting that maybe Akaashi wasn't as boring as he originally thought when Bokuto began to suffocate him with the pillow again.
-
"Kenma."
Silence.
"Kennmaaa."
A soft sigh.
"Kenma, I know you're there. Answer me!"
"What Bokuto?" Kenma's attention didn't waver from the small LED screen.
"How far is the store from your house?"
"Not far."
Bokuto swiped at the sweat that was forming on his brow. It was too fucking hot and it wasn't even close to being summer.
"I can't believe you don't have any real food. How are you so skinny if your diet consists of unhealthy snacks and energy drinks?"
"I play volleyball," Kenma pressed the A button particularly hard.
"So do I, but I have to work extra hard to get my body this fit. Maybe you just have a fast, ugghh what's that word again? Shit, it's too hot to think. But yeah, you have a fast whatever."
Metabolism is the word you're looking for, Kenma thought but didn't say. It was too hot to continue this conversation.
"Hey."
"Hmm?"
"What do you think of me?"
Kenma's eyebrows furrowed, tempted to just ignore the question.
"I know it's a weird question to ask, but if you can, can you answer it truthfully?"
Kenma heard the uncertainty in Bokuto's voice and glanced up from his game. The older teen had his back to Kenma's fan, eyes focused on a cat shaped stain in his carpet.
"You're a good volleyball player." He licked his lips and looked back at his character that was nearing death. "You're loyal and dedicated, but sometimes you waver. You're hard to play against, especially with your spikes." He mumbled the last part.
"Why do you think they picked Kuroo to be captain?"
Kenma died and immediately restarted his game.
"He has the qualities of being a leader."
"Do you think I have those qualities?" The waver in Bokuto's voice had Kenma itching to grab his phone and tell Kuroo to hurry the hell up.
"You're an amazing player and an overall good person. I'm sure many of your teammates look up to you and put their faith in you as the ace. So yes, I do think you have the qualities to be a captain," Kenma finished and his heart was beating irregularly. This was not his forte.
"I think this is the longest we've ever talked." Bokuto looked up from the stain, he figured it had to be from coffee, and gave Kenma a megawatt smile.
A comfortable silence enveloped the two and when Kuroo returned with Akaashi in tow carrying bags, he could sense that something definitely happened while he was out.
-
"So you're telling me that they picked you as captain, but you're unsure if you should take the responsibility?" Kuroo asked, digging through his sports bag for tape.
"Pretty much yeah," Bokuto replied, as he held his two fingers together out for Kuroo.
"What did Akaashi say?" Kuroo sat down on the floor next to Bokuto and began to tape his fingers together.
"He said that it was expected," Bokuto hissed as Kuroo straighten out his middle finger. "Kenma thought I could be a good captain as well."
"Really?" Kuroo's eyebrows raised and made a mental note to text Kenma about this.
"Yeah, I mean it was pretty generic but he said I have the qualities to be one."
Kuroo hummed and nodded in head in agreement.
"Have you decided who your vice captain is going to be?"
"I haven't even decided if I want to be captain!"
Kuroo snipped the tape and examined his work, the forefinger and middle wrapped in red sports tape.
"Hmm, well I don't see why you shouldn't be captain. You're the ace, the team relies on you to lift them up, and you're trusted by them."
"But I feel like I'm such a drag! Especially when the team has to work around my moods!" Bokuto groaned and tried to run his injured up hand through his hair.
"You know, that isn't as big of a deal as you think it is," Kuroo threw his sports tape at his bag, disregarding Bokuto's hoot when he missed it. "I'm serious man, you think you're such a hassle and shit but the team already knows how to deal with you."
"You don't understand-"
"You're right," Kuroo agreed. "I don't understand but I'm willing to bet on the fact that you being chosen for captain is no mistake."
Bokuto broke eye contact with Kuroo and smiled softly.
"You're great bro, you know that?" Kuroo eyes widened at Bokuto’s comment.
"Don't be gay." Bokuto lunged forward to hit Kuroo, feeling a hundred times lighter than when he first entered this room.
-
It was one of those rare days when there was no volleyball on Saturday yet Kuroo was woken up at fucking seven.
"Hey Kuroo," Akaashi's soft voice could barely be heard through the phone.
"Yeah?" Kuroo slurred hoping to get this conversation over with quickly.
"Have you seen Bokuto?"
"Seeing as I just woke up, no I haven't." Kuroo rolled over to his other side and saw Bokuto sitting in his chair eating a donut. What the fuck.
"Really?" Akaashi asked, tone full of disbelief.
"Yeah, I swear on Bokuto's unborn children," Kuroo glared at the idiot who stopped eating, only to look horrified that Kuroo would swear on that.
"Well he skipped yesterday's practice and he's usually early to practice but he isn't here."
"Okay if I see him, I'll be sure to tell him to go to practice," Kuroo threw a pillow at Bokuto who dropped a piece of pastry on the floor but didn't pick it up.
"Thanks." Akaashi hung up and Kuroo flipped his phone shut.
"Now before you-"
"Get out," Kuroo pointed to his door.
"Kuroo-"
"Nope. Don't know and don't care. Get out or let me sleep for three more hours," Kuroo narrowed his eyes and dared Bokuto to argue.
"Fine," Bokuto popped the last bit of donut in his mouth and chewed angrily.
Kuroo whined loudly when he heard the doorbell, he checked his phone and what do you know it hasn't even been two hours.
"Bokuto, can you please get the door and tell whoever it is to go away?" Kuroo asked, snuggling further into his blanket cocoon.
"Even if it's Kenma?" Bokuto jumped off the chair.
"I seriously doubt its Kenma," Kuroo mumbled.
Bokuto was already out the door and down the stairs when the doorbell rang again.
"Kuroo are you in there?" Oh shit. Bokuto peeked through the window and saw Akaashi on the doorstep. Oh no.
Bokuto scrambled back up the stairs, cussing softly as he stubbed his toe on Kuroo’s doorframe, and jumped onto Kuroo's bed.
"Bro, Akaashi's here!"
"You shitting me right?" Kuroo slammed his hands on the bed and glared at Bokuto. "I hate you so much. This is all your fault."
"Get up and go open the door!" Bokuto whined, pulling on Kuroo’s arm to get him out of bed.
"Fine," Kuroo slowly got out of bed and Bokuto yelled out coming in a deep voice. "What the - no. Just go hide somewhere."
Kuroo relaxed once he got to the door, opened it and realized too late that he only had boxers on.
"Hey, what's up?" He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms.
"Hey," Akaashi's eyes widened at the amount of skin showing and quickly looked away. "Did Bokuto ever come around?"
"No, sorry," Kuroo put on a sympathetic face and tone. "Have you tried calling him?"
"Yeah, he hasn't answered. Can I come in?" The younger male shifted his weight and pulled his sports bag higher on his shoulder.
"Yeah, sure," Kuroo opened the door wider and let Akaashi walk past him. "Do you want to go to my room?"
Akaashi narrowed his eyes, focusing on not looking anywhere below Kuroo's shoulders.
"Sure," he set his bag near the door and walked ahead of Kuroo, carefully taking in his surroundings for any signs that Bokuto might have been there. The door was opened to Kuroo's room so he walked right in, deflating a bit when he realized that his ace was not there.
"I told you he wasn't here," Kuroo scanned the room, tensing up a bit when he saw the closet door was open. "Let me go put on a shirt."
He walked by the closet, shutting it completely and picked up some random shirt on the floor. Hopefully Bokuto doesn't die due to lack of oxygen in there.
"So did you have anything in particular you wanted to talk about? Or did you just want to see if I was lying?" Kuroo's words had a bite to them, mostly because he was cranky but partly because Akaashi was making a big deal out of Bokuto missing practice.
"No, I came here to talk to you." Akaashi sat on the chair that Bokuto was on earlier and tugged the collar of his shirt. "I think Bokuto's upset that I'm vice captain rather than a fellow third year."
Kuroo wanted to laugh out loud at that but the way Akaashi was curled into himself made him pause.
"Why would you think that?"
"He's been distant and when he gets into his dejected moods usually I'm the one who helps him out of it, but not even I can do it anymore." Akaashi set his hands in his lap and sighed loudly. "Honestly, it's not that hard trying to handle him when he's acting normal but now it's just exhausting."
"Well I'm sure you handling Bokuto came with the job of being vice captain," Kuroo bit the inside of his cheek and tried to reason why Bokuto would act so strange. "I haven't talked to him in a couple of weeks, other than sending each other funny videos or simple texts. Maybe it's the pressure of being captain that made him crack?"
"No, he's taking on the role of captain pretty naturally," said Akaashi.
"Hm, maybe something happened to a family member?" No, Bokuto would have definitely told Kuroo if something that big happened.
"I doubt it."
They both stared at each other, trying to solve this mystery when Kuroo's phone pinged.
"Could that be Bokuto?" Akaashi asked.
"Maybe," Kuroo leaned over to reach his nightstand and unlocked his phone.
Bro it smells in here ;(
"Nope, sorry wasn't him." Kuroo sent back too fucking bad and turned his attention back to Akaashi. "Doesn't the captain choose who his vice captain is?"
"Yeah?" Akaashi's quirked eyebrow didn't get the point of Kuroo's question.
"So why would he be mad that you're the vice captain when he's the one that picked you?" Kuroo wanted to snort at the dawning realization on the second year's face. "So we can cross that off the list of reasons why Bokuto is acting strange."
Another ping came from Kuroo's phone.
I'm not acting strange :<
"Yeah, I guess so," Akaashi twiddled his fingers thinking maybe it was a waste to come to Kuroo. "I just wish I knew, it'd be easier than walking on eggshells around him."
Kuroo was in the middle of sending Bokuto a rude text when Akaashi spoke.
"He was acting okay when we went to go see that movie last week."
"What?" Bokuto would have definitely told Kuroo if he tried to take Akaashi out on another date unless...
"Well we went to the movies to see a movie that I guess he's been waiting months to see." Unless Akaashi was unaware that it was a date.
Kuroo groaned loudly and gave Akaashi his signature I’m disappointed in you stare that always worked so well on Lev.
"What?"
"I think I know where Bokuto is. You can go home and I'll make sure he ends up apologizing to you." Kuroo stood and walked out of his, resisting the urge to open his closet door and leave Bokuto to fend for himself.
"Oh. Alright then," Akaashi quickly stood up and followed the older teen to the front door, not completely sure what happened. "Please make sure that Bokuto is alright." He picked up his bag and exited Kuroo's house.
Kuroo watched as he walked down his street and slowly closed his front door, the silence was deafening and oh my god he is going to kill Bokuto.
"Dude, I know what you're going to say and I-" Bokuto stood at the top of the stairs, ducking when a flying sandal was thrown his way.
"I swear to fucking god Bokuto, you're my best friend and I love you to death but sometimes I just want to kill you," Kuroo stomped back up the stairs and forced Bokuto back with every step.
"Awh I love you too. In fact, I love you so much I'm going to let you go back to sleep. Bye!" Kuroo held on tight to Bokuto's shirt before he could even take step. "I was kidding! Please let go, you're stretching this shirt and I really like this shirt."
"Why? Please just tell me why do I have to go through this."
"I don't even know what you're complaining about," Bokuto crossed his arms, pouting at the annoyed face on Kuroo.
"I'm pretty sure I told you to give up on Akaashi but what do you do? You chase him! How long has this been going on?" Kuroo pinched the bridge of his nose and tapped his foot impatiently.
"I didn't chase him! I swear on your unborn child that I gave up on him! It was just a movie. A friend date," Bokuto rubbed the back of his head laughing nervously and avoided eye contact.
"A friend date? Really?" Kuroo's tone clearly did not believe the bullshit coming from Bokuto's mouth. "Alright, tell me all about this friend date and maybe I'll help you out."
"For real? Okay bro, let's go!" Bokuto jumped on top of Kuroo’s bed and scooted closer to the wall to make enough room for his best friend, beckoning Kuroo to join him by patting the empty space.
“You’re on my side of the bed,” Kuroo informed him but still sat down next to Bokuto with a small smirk on his face, waiting for Bokuto to begin to tell his tale of another failed date.