The moment he made sure Kageyama ate his breakfast, Kuroo was out the door with a hurried apology that assured the teen that Kenma would be around within the hour.

When the door shut, Kageyama listened until Kuroo's footsteps drifted away before he allowed himself to freak out. He knew his fears had become irrational when he imagined Oikawa jumping onto the balcony with a gun ready to shoot him in the back of the head, but that didn't stop his thoughts in the deafening silence of the apartment. To end the silence, he ended up turning on the TV, only to be greeted by his own high school photo.

"Kageyama Tobio, pictured above, is still wanted at large for the connection to the murder of Iwaizumi Hajime. The two of them both attended Kitagawa Academy. Kageyama has been described as ill-tempered by his classmates, so if you see him, it's best to call the local authorities immediately."

"I'm not ill tempered…," he pouted.

The statement didn't really bother him. He was more confused as to why it wasn't mentioned that he was a mutant. Oikawa had even called him one. He didn't think about it long as he heard something crash behind him, startling him. His bowl from earlier had tumbled off the kotatsu.

"Damn. Stupid bowl."

When he reached down to get it, however, he noticed something odd. The bowl had begun to move on its own. It had moved away from his hand, and when he pulled back it came closer to him.

"…Whoa…"

Marveled, Kageyama tried lifting his hand to see if the bowl would follow. It did.

"Cool"

A smile began to tug at his lips until he remembered what he had done with his newfound ability not even twenty four hours ago, causing a sharp pang to run through his head. The bowl ended up dropping with a loud crack.

It wasn't that Kenma didn't like Kageyama. He just didn't like being social with people he didn't know that well. He already had a horrible time trying to be social with the first years on the volleyball team like his coach wanted.

"…Kuroo will send him on his way like he always does…," he huffed quietly to himself as he tried to find the key to the door of the apartment. It wasn't until he had the right key in hand that he heard a thump and crash on the other side. He knew it should just be Kageyama in there, but he wasn't sure what he was doing in there or if he was in any danger. Sighing, he placed the key in the door and began to shuffle through his bag until he found a small container of pepper spray that Kuroo had given him for emergencies. If someone was in there with the other teen, he knew it would knock them down long enough to give Kageyama his escape.

As quietly as he could, he unlocked the door and stepped in. He could hear the low drone of a newswoman on the TV as he stepped around the corner to see a shattered bowl atop the kotatsu and Kageyama's unmoving legs behind it. No one else was in the room.

"…Kageyama?" he called as he walked over, pocketing the pepper spray. The teen's only answer was a low groan. Kageyama was laying on his back staring up at Kenma with lidded eyes, blood spilling from his nose.

It took him around ten minutes to clean up the broken bowl and the delirious Kageyama's nose, and by that point he just wanted to sit down and play his video game in peace. He had assumed the other boy had passed out until he began to babble out what he assumed to be an apology.

"It's fine. But how did your nose start to bleed?" He had to admit he was curious. There was no blood on the bowl's broken shards.

Kageyama seemed to hesitate before he muttered, "I-I was… I guess trying to use my mutant powers… I was levitating the bowl… Then I dropped it. I'm so-sorry."

Neither said anything to each other for a long time after that. The only sound came from Kenma's game.

Night fell without the reappearance of Kuroo, and Kageyama could see the tension in Kenma's shoulders as he played his game, his fingers hitting the controller's buttons harshly until his stomach began to growl loudly.

"…I want food. Do you want take out?"

"That's fine."

Kenma ended up ordering Chinese food for the both of them, even though they both ended up picking at their portions.

"Does Kuroo always stay out so late?" Kageyama ended up asking, trying to break the silence.

"Sometimes" Kenma responded quietly, pushing at a piece of broccoli with his chop stick, "we're usually on different schedules. He'd get home after I left for school and be gone by the time I got back…"

"I admit that's how it was with my parents. But they didn't really care about me as much as Kuroo cares about you," Kageyama admitted. It was easy to see Kenma's small flustered blush when he tried to hide behind his hair.

"That's just Kuroo's nature… He wants the best for everyone, but he can be callous too. He's not a push over…" The room went quiet again for a while until Kenma spoke again, "on my way home, I saw a lot of members of the Aoba Johsai walking around…"

Kageyama tilted his head, "how could you tell?"

"They wear these fancy silver turquoise leaf pins on their clothes… I think they're after Kuroo…"

As if on cue, Kuroo barreled through the door looking worse for wear; his hair was matted down by blood, some of it dripping down onto his forehead which was covered in dirt. His clothes were also covered in dirt and tears that looked like he was attacked by some sort of animal.

When he collapsed onto the floor, Kenma was by his side in an instant, the fastest Kageyama ever saw him move during his time in the apartment.

"Kuroo what happened to you?" Kenma's normally disinterested voice was replaced with a soft worried one as he pawed at the bigger man until he rolled over and tiredly smiled at him.

"Rough client."

Even Kageyama knew he was lying. "Stop it Kuroo that's not true. It was the Aoba Johsai wasn't it?"

He nodded with a small cough, "Kenma… it's not safe here anymore for the both of you… I want you both to go to Karasuno…"

"Stop it! I'm not leaving you. Kageyama could you get me a towel from the bathroom?"

The dark haired teen nodded and, although shaky at first, he made it to the bathroom, pushing the thought of what Karasuno was to the side for the moment.

When he returned, Kenma had gotten Kuroo's head onto his lap and was running his fingers through his hair, trying to detangle it to no avail. Kuroo had seemed to doze off.

"Here you go. I wetted it a little bit."

"Thanks…"

Carefully, Kenma began cleaning up Kuroo's face with as much concentration as he put into his games.

Kageyama didn't want to break his concentration, but he wanted to ask about Karasuno, though Kenma had already guessed that he wanted to know.

"Karasuno is a mutant haven up north in the Miyagi prefecture ran by a friend of Kuroo's. Kuroo would help mutants escape from Aoba Johsai and send them north where it was safer, but…"

"Not all of them made it."

Kenma nodded.

"Their reach is far. To stop it, Kuroo ended up striking up a deal with a farmer outside of Tokyo to house them until it was safer for travel… I always told him that this would bite him in the butt."

"Y-yeah, I guess it did, Kenma," Kuroo chuckled, startling the other two as he rose onto his feet with a slight wobble, "but it won't stop me. I still have business to finish with those bastards and I was serious. You both are going to Karasuno."

"No."

"Yes Kenma."

"No Kuroo…"

The two ended up going back and forth for a long time, even as Kuroo went around the apartment packing various essentials into a messenger bag.

"Kenma, you're going. I've already called Daichi and besides, you get to see Hinata again. Isn't that nice?"

The blonde almost instantly quieted except to mumble, "Shouyou…," which Kageyama could only assume to be the person Kuroo mentioned's name.

With a sigh of relief, Kuroo turned his attention to the younger teen, "Kageyama, I'm going to give you the directions and buses to take. Kenma's horrible with directions."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

Kenma just groaned before he wandered off to the bathroom.

When Kuroo handed him a slightly ripped map, Kageyama took note of all the circled stops and bus numbers before looking up into Kuroo's tired eyes, seeing the physical and emotional wear in them.

"You guys will leave in the morning and don't worry about being caught. The news will forget about you by tomorrow, like they always do."