(A/N) I must thank you guys for dealing with the laziest writer of my generation. I seriously need to stop being so lax with my writing.

A HUGE THANKS TO Alex863 FOR YELLING AT ME WHENEVER I TAKE TOO LONG!

ANYWAY,

you guys voted, and I delivered:

Kuroko's POV

My fingers slightly numb from holding the cold drinks, and my wrist aching a bit, I thank the cashier again and turn around. Out of habit, my body heads to the one spot where I usually sit. Thankfully, Kise and Murisakibara have chosen this particular spot. I would've looked like a fool otherwise. My mind closes in on the table. The seat was made of one long table, with two seats on each side. Kise sits on one side, leaning against the window, while Murisakibara sits across from him. His hand was rummaging through one of the many bags of chips by his side. Kise seems to be trying to get some from him, and failing spectacularly. As I draw closer, I wonder; who should I sit next to? I pause, and the two look towards me. Feeling there gazes on me, I just randomly pick a side, and end up next to Midorima. Leaning back in my seat slightly, I set the drinks down on the surface in front of me. I look to Kise, his frown is evident, and sigh. Here comes the whining, I should have sat with him.

"Awwwww, Murichii, why does Kurokochii get to sit next to you? I want to sit next to him~" He pouts. Murisakibara simply shrugs, looking to me. I still keep my line of sight on Kise-kun, feeling a bit guilty for not sitting with him.

"Well, if Kuroko wants to sit over here, than he can. It's not my choice-"

Murisakibara's POV

"Awwwww, Murichii, why does Kuroko get to sit next to you? I want to sit next to him~" Kise pouts. I just shrug, looking to the boy in question. His gaze is set on Kise, with a touch of... annoyance? No, guilt maybe? I dunno. Leaning back, I shut my eyes for a moment.

"Well, if Kuroko wants to sit over here, than he can. It's not my choice-" I open my eyes and find that the space next to me had grown cold. Looking, I see that Kuroko isn't there anymore. Where did he go? I call out for him in the restaurant.

"Kuroko-" Before I even get his full name out, a bland voice answers.

"Yes?" I turn back to the table to find him sitting next to Kise. Both of us just as startled as the other.

"Gah, when did you get there?" I ask exasperatedly. He just shrugs and grabs one of his milkshakes.

"I was here the whole time." He states, even though we all knew he wasn't. This doesn't seem to affect Kise at all, who seems so happy, he could burst through the ceiling. I look away and out of the window, trying to tune out Kise's overjoyed blabber. I'm just starting to count the clouds as someone takes the seat next to me.

"What did I miss?" A calm and collected voice quips. I turn to see Midorima settling into the chair next to me. He glances towards the other side of the table, watching Kise obsess over Kuroko like a child's favourite teddy bear.

"Not much, by the looks of it." He sighs pushing his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. Sometimes I wonder if he needs to get his glasses tightened. The next minutes pass by with nothing really happening. Kise continues to praise a flushed Kuroko, and Midorima, along with Murisakibara, finish eating their burgers. Afterwards, Midorima bites his lip for a second before speaking.

"Are you not going to order anything to eat, Kuroko?" He asks, slightly cautious and very observant. He notices the flash of emotions in the other teen's eyes before they resume the usual dull expression. He could have been imagining things, but he swears he hears a growl emanating from his stomach. Kuroko's hand softly grips the corner of the table, and he clears his throat.

"No, I had already eaten something earlier, when I came with Seijuro." he answers, his gaze settling on the ground, finding an interesting crack in the floor to look at. The other boys share a look of disbelief.

Akashi's POV

Where is he? Where could he have possibly gone? I turn the corner, my eyes scanning the surrounding area for bright blue hair. Sure, five hours have passed and it was slowly getting dark, but why was he so hard to find? I don't even know where the boy lives! How could I not know that? I should know that. Dating someone for a year and a half usually means you know at least the area where they live. Another thing you failed at. Why didn't you invite me over, or at least tell me your address? Ughh...

"Where could he be?" I ask myself, looking down the street at the restaurant Kuroko had fled from hours before. Through the window, I could see a shock of yellow hair, accompanied by three others.

"By any chance, could he be..."

Kuroko's POV

"No, I had already eaten something earlier, when I came with Seijuro." I answer, my gaze settling on the ground, finding an interesting indent in the floor to look at. I'm sure they don't believe me, but it's half true. I had come with Seijuro to get something to eat, before it all hit the fan. I look up to see their gazes hardening, some upset, and some disgusted.

"Listen Kurokochii, about him. I don't think you should stay with him. It's obvious he doesn't care for you." Kise-kun rushes, fearing to hurt my feelings. In response, I just give a microscopic smile.

"Yes, Kise-kun. You're right, and I have already broken up with him." I state, seeing the tenseness leave their faces.

"Okay. Good. But... how did it go? I know how he can be." Kise-kun asks. I flinch a little bit, which did not go unnoticed by Midorima. My plain expression threatens to crack, and my emotions lay scrambled behind my blank eyes. My words get caught in my throat, and I clear my throat once more. The memory of earlier today resurfaces, and I shake my head. Did he have to say that? Did he mean it?

"He didn't like it very much. I tried to reason with him, but he only told me to 'not take him for granted'. Can he get any more delusional?" I roll my eyes slightly. Kise-kun seems to want to say something, but I sigh.

"...Can we just go? I still need to... finish cleaning the house. The floor is still drenched." I ask, looking away and gathering the left over milkshakes in my arms. The others share a look of understanding and move to stand up. I gather my things and move to the door, my friends following

behind. Taking in a deep breath, I push the door open, slightly rushing out of the restaurant. I take a couple blind strides... and run right into someone. The impact surprised me, and I start falling backwards, almost falling if it weren't for the arm that caught me around the waist. A moment passes before I open my eyes to look at the person who had caught me.

"Thank yo-" The gratitude gets stuck in my throat, and my stomach churns. There is no mistaking the shock of red hair that looms over me. Seijuro.

"You alright?" He asks in a bored tone, not bothering to remove his arm. Eyes narrowing, I try to move back, but am restrained.

"Let me go. Right. Now." I spit in his face. His plain expression goes sour and he scoffs.

"What. If. I. Say. No?" I try to pull myself away again, but he just pulls me back. The only difference, is now I'm facing the three guys who had accompanied me to Maji Burger. I take in a breath to call out to one of them for help. But who?

Voting Time

A) Kise-kun

B) Midorima

C) Murisakibara

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