Matsukawa keeps turning Tendou's words over in his head. The question had been just idle conversation and curiosity, and Matsukawa can't say it really surprised him in the moment. It just seemed to fit the flow of the discussion.
He sinks further in his bed at the memory, as if the blanket could make the heat slowly seeping into his body any better.
"Do you guys want to break into the school or something?" Hanamaki asks, breaking the silence.
"Are you kidding?" Oikawa scrunches up his nose. "It's the last place I want to be right now."
Iwaizumi throws his arm around his shoulder, forcing him to bend down just a few centimeters. "Wasn't it you who cried for half an hour today at the idea of leaving high school?"
"It wasn't half an hour!" Oikawa cries indignantly. "And it's not the school that I'm gonna miss."
He feels his voice start to shake and bites his lip before he looks away. It doesn't hide much; he can feel three pairs of eyes on him anyway.
"Are you crying again?"
Oikawa sniffs. "No."
At the time, it seemed like a good idea.
Scratch that. It was never a good idea. Kuroo is good at a lot of things, but not enough to fool himself into thinking that inviting his ex (who he may or may not have lingering feelings for) to stay with him, even just for a few days, is anywhere in the vicinity of smart.
But hey, he's a grown adult, and so is Daichi, and he's just doing him a favor! It was staying in Kuroo's apartment or finding a cheap hotel, and at least, after two years of rooming, and dating, in college, they know how to coexist.
Daichi, now an author successful enough to be interviewed for a TV show, needs a place to stay for the occasion. Kuroo offers his apartment before he realizes the flaw in that plan.
It's just a few days of living with Daichi again. Everything's gonna be fine.
Reon clears his throat suddenly, right after they pass the old bike shop.. "Can I..." He trails off, rubbing at his neck, and they slow down a little. "Can I hold your hand?"
Kai can't help but give him an amused smile. "Yes, of course you can. What did you think I would say?"
Reon doesn't waste time in linking their fingers, and his hand feels nice in Kai's, even though they still have their gloves. "I don't know. It just felt important to ask."
Reon asks for permission. For a lot of things.
"You said you wanted flowers?" Tsukishima prompts.
"Ah! Yes, but it's a little bit embarrassing, now," she laughs, twisting the fabric of her dress in her hands.
Yachi looks away, getting redder by the second, but eventually mumbles, "It's for Yamaguchi-kun."
A few works for Bokuroo Week 2016. All can be read as a stand alone.
He was staring out the window at the rapidly darkening sky when his phone buzzed, and his heart jumped into his throat. Adrenaline shot through him and then drained away, leaving him flushed and dizzy.
U kn com bk now.
It didn’t say XANA. It never does anymore. Now all his phone screen ever tells him is: You are a normal teenager, Odd Della Robbia. We’re sorry for any inconvenience that war over the entire planet might have caused you. Please get back to your regularly scheduled programming of being a dork with roommate problems.
Another message popped up on his screen, a real one:
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