AN: Hello! This is my first Haikyuu fic. I'm sure my characterizations are a bit off, and you'l find out quickly my stories don't have much of a plot, but they usually make sense in the end... usually. Thanks for reading, comments are welcomed!
"I'm visiting Yamaguchi this weekend."
Five words Kuroo hates hearing.
"Didn't you visit him last weekend?" Kuroo tries to hide his disappointment as he falls into Tsukishima's stacks of clean clothes on his bed.
Kuroo misses the glare the younger boy sends his way. He's too busy smelling Tsukishima's clothes, face deep in an old high school sweatshirt.
"It was a few weekends ago, and you're dirtying my clean clothes."
Kuroo is trying not to care, he really is. It's just that, ever since he offered the first year university student his extra room in his apartment, he gets a little lonely when the taller boy leaves. It's not so bad when he's out for the night with friends, or even a day trip with his archaeology class. And it's not like Kuroo doesn't go out with his own friends.
It's when Tsukishima starts packing halfway through the week for his trip. When Tsukishima makes sure all of his clothes are clean for his trip. When Tsukishima is on his phone all night making plans with Yamaguchi about his trip.
Whenever that trip involves Yamaguchi, really.
Kuroo lifts his head, giving Tsukishima a chance to grab the sweatshirt stack he had his head buried in. The older boy never thought he'd like having a roommate so much. His first year he had to stay in the dorms. Sure, he was able to room with Kenma, but regardless of their close relationship, living with Kenma and living next to Kenma are two very different things. The former setter took up little space, but also did very little to contribute well, anything, to their dorm. Kuroo might as well have been living by himself that year. Less mess to clean.
His second year he went the opposite spectrum and rented out an apartment with Bokuto. While Kuroo can't remember why he hated living with Bokuto, he can remember all of the courses he failed last year. Mostly because he's taking them again this year.
So the summer in between his second and third year, Bokuto moved in with Akaashi, leaving single Kuroo with a two-bedroom apartment. Kenma took a studio in the same complex, and it wasn't like Bokuto and Akaashi lived very far either, so Kuroo kept the lease. Just as he was getting used to living alone and loving it, Kenma mentioned to Kuroo that Hinata told him Tsukishima would be coming to Tokyo to study.
It took almost a full week of begging and pleading, but Kuroo finally agreed to let Tsukishima move in with him.
Or was it Kuroo doing the begging and pleading and Tsukishima finally agreeing?
Well, never mind the details. Bottom line, Tsukishima moved in.
And every time he plans his little 'weekend trip' to see Yamaguchi, Kuroo feels like he's moving out.
"Will you be gone all weekend?" Kuroo asks, taking out the already carefully placed shirts from Tsukishima's suitcase.
Before Kuroo can unfold one and attempt to try it on, Tsukishima already has a hand on it. Blocking the former team captain from messing up the fold. "I'll be back on Sunday." The two boys each have a hand on the shirt. Kuroo's smile deepens while Tsukishima's glare sharpens. "It's only two days, Kuroo."
Kuroo doesn't care about how long Tsukishima will be away, really. He remembers when Tsukishima had a weekend school trip earlier in the year. Kuroo wasn't so upset about that. It's only when a certain freckled friend is involved.
For the record, Kuroo likes Yamaguchi. He thinks he's one of the nicest people he's ever met. Almost like a mini version of their silver-haired setter, but nicer. And that's pretty damn nice. He's always been a little cautious around Kuroo, but that was back in high school. Really, Kuroo has always been a little cautious around Yamaguchi, too. Nice people are... nice. Too nice, if you ask Kuroo. He remembers when Kurasuno would come to Nekoma for practice camps, the two boys were inseparable. Even when Kuroo begged Tsukishima to practice in Gym 3, it was Yamaguchi that pushed the taller boy to join in. If anything, Kuroo should be thanking the younger boy for his help.
But whenever Yamaguchi's name comes up Kuroo get's this heavy feeling in his stomach. The small hairs on his neck stand. The first two syllables, Ya-ma, alone stiffen Kuroo, stopping him with whatever task he might be doing.
Akaashi says he acts like a feral cat guarding it's territory.
Which is just ridiculous.
"I thought we were going to see that documentary you wanted to see. About Pterodactyls?"
"That's next weekend."
"Well what about Bokuto's party?" It's a weak attempt on Kuroo's part, but in desperate times...
Tsukishima snorts, not taking the bait, "what a shame, really."
Kuroo wants to convince Tsukishima to stay, but he's run out of time. Tsukishima's bag is packed and placed by his bedroom door. It's only Wednesday, but Kuroo is too afraid to push the subject any longer. Yamaguchi has won again.
Instead of telling Tsukishima the real reason why he doesn't want him to leave (what is that reason, anyway, Kuroo?), Kuroo just shakes his head, trying to shake the sadness from his thoughts.
"What sounds good for dinner?"
It isn't until Friday morning that Kuroo hatches a plan. With Bokuto's help, of course. If this were a game of Clue, one would win with the following: Kuroo did it, in the library, with Bokuto Kotaro.
"Why don't you just tell him you don't want him seeing other people."
"It's his best friend, dude. That's like someone telling me I can't see you."
"...you wouldn't listen to them, would you?"
If there's anything that Kuroo has learned from Tsukishima, it's choosing your battles wisely. He clears his throat and continues, "see what I mean? Can't do that."
"So just tell him how you feel." Bokuto scrolls through his phone, only half-interested in the conversation. Almost as if the two have had the same conversation time and time before.
"I don't feel anything," Kuroo puffs out his chest, trying to convince himself just as much as he is Bokuto.
It seems Bokuto has learned the same lesson from their first year friend. Even though he misses Kuroo's puffed out look of confidence, Bokuto gives an apathetic shrug. In return, Kuroo is too busy puffing out his chest to notice the shrug.
The silence doesn't bother either boy. Some might think that the two loud-mouths would hate the lack of noise. But think about it: Kuroo lives with Tsukishima and Bokuto lives with Akaashi. If the two didn't mind the silence they would have cracked long ago. Also, why meet in the library? They're not that sadistic.
And secretly, neither boy is sitting in silence!
In Bokuto's mind: Lame, Lame, Lame, Oh, Akaashi posted a picture of our living room, cute. Like. Lame, Lame, Lame...I wonder what my cats are doing...
In Kuroo's mind: What feelings?Dude's crazy. I just miss having my roommate with me, that's all. It's a big apartment and Bokuto knows I have separation issues. Or maybe he doesn't? Maybe I don't really have those issues? Did I just make that up? It doesn't matter why I'm upset that Tsukishima is leaving, he's my roommate, of course it's going to be weird if he's away for more than a night, right? And who is he to talk? It's not like Akaashi is going away every other weekend to hang out with someone else. What's so special about Yamaguchi, anyway? What do they do that Tsukishima can't do with me? Wait... That's it!
"That's it!"
Neither boy notices the dirty look the librarian gives them.
"You think I should buy the Pickling Pot? I don't know man, 18 Gold Fish is a lot..."
"What? No, shut up, listen to me, we need to go to Miyagi this weekend."
"But...my party!"
This time the librarian clears her throat, trying not to cause a scene.
She receives two cheesy smiles that do little to ease her nerves.
"You're right, why would we be in Miyagi, anyway?"
"Dude, if you even think about missing my party I will be pissed off."
"Akaashi doesn't know anyone that well either."
"Okay, there's no way Akaashi is missing my party, either!"
"He knows that silver-haired setter, what's his name?"
"Akaashi won't leave me with a house full of people."
"But who knows if Silver-hair is still there. Maybe their other freaky setter?"
"Hi, talking over here, you can't take Akaashi away from me."
"ohohoho?"
"This is completely different than your situation, bro."
"Riiight.. it doesn't matter anyway, Tsukishima would see right through that. Who would actually want to go to Miyagi with me?"
"Hmmm..."
"Hmmm..."
Bokuto snaps his fingers just as Kuroo has it, too.
"KENMA!" They both shout, glad that their best bro wavelength is stronger than ever.
"That's it, out. Now. You don't even have books! Why are you here!" The librarian has both boys by their shirt collars.
"Bro." Bokuto sticks out his fist, congratulating Kuroo for a formulated plan. Well, their version of a formulated plan.
"Bro." Kuroo moves in to connect his fist, but is intercepted by the librarian.
"Finding someone to help stalk your wannabe boyfriend is not fist bump worthy."
"Are you related to any Akaashi's?"
"What about Tsukishima's?"