Chapter 33: Parai Kuklos I

Around six in the morning, Kuroo had finally managed to fall asleep. He had waited all night, expecting a message from his boyfriends. He had tried to reassure himself by thinking that they must have just gone to bed and, exhausted from their day, had forgotten to update him on the situation... But every time he was about to fall asleep, his anxiety woke him up immediately. It was not until the first light of dawn that he was able to find sleep. He emerged an hour and a half later, and his first reflex was to grab his phone: still nothing.

Yet Kōtarō should have been awake by then. He decided to text him:

"Everything's okay?"

He waited.

After about ten minutes, his phone finally rang: Kōtarō was calling him. He answered immediately.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

His lover sounded exhausted.

"Did I wake you up?"

"No..."

Silence.

"Is everything okay?"

Bokuto sighed.

"It's... okay... We avoided the worst, t.. He had to have a blood test... We'll have the results next week."

"Okay..."

"Sorry, babe, for not updating you sooner."

Kuroo smiled weakly.

"It's okay."

Silence. He heard Kōtarō sigh again, hesitating to continue.

"Tetsu?"

"Hmm?"

"I... I shouldn't have told you to leave."

Kuroo frowned.

"It's okay, I understand..."

"What do you understand?"

"Well... That thing is between you three and… well… I understand that I'm not there yet."

He sighed.

"That you're not there yet?"

"Yeah... well... you guys are mates, and I'm... well, I'm just your boyfriend, and not for that long either... I understand that... I'm not included in... that."

"Oh, babe, no! It's not... it's. No, it's not that. No... It's precisely why I said..."

"Kōtarō, it's okay."

He sighed. Silence stretched for a few seconds.

"I wish you were there."

Tetsurō let out a surprised gasp.

"I don't think I was the only one."

"Oh..."

"Sorry... I didn't want you to get tangled in this but ... it's complicated... It's selfish maybe, but... it was strange not having you with us. And... I wish you were there..."

Tetsurō nodded but said nothing. Kōtarō waited but received no answer for several seconds.

"Babe?"

"Hmm..."

"Sorry if it's a bit contradictory, I only said that because..."

"I would have wanted to be there too, but I understand."

Another sigh.

"There's nothing much to understand, really, I... I want... and... more than that... I... By the way, we talked about it, and..."

He didn't finish his sentence. He exhaled as if to give himself courage.

"Hmm... Can you come this afternoon? I think we should talk."

"Oh..."

He was afraid to understand. Or afraid of being terribly wrong.

"Okay... I'll try to get some sleep and I'll come this afternoon."

"Okay... See you later."

"See you."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Kōtarō hung up.

Tetsurō stared at his phone for a moment before looking up. A myriad of conflicting emotions stirred his body. He was...relieved that Keiji was okay... Happy to realize that he had been missed, that he had his place by their side. But he was afraid to understand what that would mean.

He had always known this moment would come - committing to these relationships meant accepting it. But he hadn't expected to face it so soon.

From what Kōtarō had told him, it seemed that they... would eventually ask him. Ask him if he wanted to share their cycle with them. And Kuroo wasn't sure he was ready for that just yet. Weird, considering he had spent the night feeling sorry for himself because he wasn't there yet. But now, he wasn't so sure he was able to handle what that meant.

Ultimately, he rather agreed with Kōtarō's father: he wasn't quite sure of his 'effectiveness' in the main nest. Whatever that might entail. After all, he had only a vague idea of what that meant, and not necessarily from the most reliable sources.

But he was true somehow… He wasn't sure that he could commit to that now.

But one thing was certain: he still wanted to be there for them.

He would find an alternative.

He grabbed his laptop and opened Google: it was time to do some research.

-/-

Kuroo stopped in front of the gate of the small house. He took a deep breath and rang the bell. The door opened without him having to announce himself. Standing in front of the stairs leading to the living room, he put on his slippers and heard voices coming from upstairs. The conversation was interrupted when he opened the door: Kenma and Kōtarō were sitting in the living room. They smiled when they saw him. They looked exhausted. Bokuto got up to come to him and Kuroo automatically opened his arms when he reached him. His lover fell into the embrace and sighed deeply before planting a kiss on his cheek. Finally, he let go and sat back down on the couch. Kuroo joined them and leaned in to kiss Kenma before asking:

"Are you okay?"

"I'm okay... I'll be okay," the blond replied, trying to smile to reassure him.

Kuroo's lips responded, forming the same joyless smile.

"Where is he?"

"In his room," Kenma replied.

"Sleeping?"

"...No, I don't think so."

Kuroo nodded.

"OK."

He looked up at the corridor.

"I'll go check on him."

The other two nodded, and he headed towards Akaashi's room.

Once in front of his door, he held back a sigh, then knocked.

"Come in."

Tetsurō cracked the door open and peeked inside: Keiji was sitting on his bed. Their eyes met immediately.

"Hey love…"

"Hey…"

Keiji let himself fall on his side to lie down, and Kuroo settled beside him.

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm... Aside from the crippling shame, the pounding headache, and the overwhelming feeling that I might spontaneously combust, I am fine."

"So... not fine."

"Not even close."

Tetsurō opened his arms, and his lover sought refuge in his embrace, resting his head on his chest. Kuroo closed his arms around him and ran his fingers through his hair. Silence stretched for a while before Keiji finally spoke again:

"I feel so stupid for doing this... I am so sorry..."

"Hmm..."

Akaashi raised his head to meet his gaze.

"I won't lie, wasn't your best job there."

Keiji grimaced.

"Yes..."

"But what's done is done, no need to dwell on it... I guess. You're fine... Everybody is fine. Well, relatively fine."

Akaashi nodded.

Silence.

"Thank you..."

"For what?"

"For being there... If you had not told me anything, I would probably have persisted."

Kuroo vaguely nodded but didn't say anything, unsure of how to respond. His boyfriend sighed:

"We will have to go to the doctor next week... Her consultations are never very pleasant, but this time, I am afraid it will be much worse than usual."

Kuroo let out a light laugh. He felt Keiji move his head, and he tore his eyes away from the ceiling to meet his gaze. The brunet was looking at him.

"Will you come?"

Kuroo felt his pulse quicken, but he tried to keep calm.

"Where to?"

"To the doctor's office."

"... If you want me to be there, I'll be there."

Akaashi nodded, visibly reassured.

"By the way..."

Kuroo felt his heart race again, anxiety beginning to creep in. He tried to shake it off as best he could.

"Yes?"

"Um... We talked about it and... We... need to talk."

Tetsurō held back a sigh.

"I figured as much…"

Akaashi frowned.

"Kōtarō called me this morning."

"Oh..."

He didn't add anything else and lowered his eyes. The silence stretched between them. Minutes passed, and Kuroo was about to fall asleep when he felt Akaashi move again. He blinked awake when Akaashi sat up.

"What motivation," Kuroo remarked.

"I'm impressed with myself too."

They smiled at each other. Silence lingered for a few more seconds before Akaashi asked:

"Shall we?"

The brunet nodded and they stood up. They joined the other two who were still sitting in the living room. Kōtarō sat on the couch, Kenma on the floor across from him. They fell silent when they heard them arrive.

"Hey," the blond said when his eyes met his mate's.

"Hey..."

Keiji stepped forward first and sat down next to Kōtarō. Kuroo hesitated, then finally sat down next to Kenma. The conversation had continued in low voices. Kuroo barely registered the words, his focus was elsewhere, his thoughts circling the decision he'd already made. His pulse was steady, his mind clear... more or less, the weight of fear had lifted. He was ready. He hadn't had much time to think about it, but he had made up his mind. It wasn't a perfect solution, but it was the most reasonable one, and it felt... right.

"Hmm..."

His boyfriends fell silent and turned their attention to him.

"You wanted to talk to me about something, right?"

They seemed surprised. Kōtarō and Keiji exchanged a glance before turning their attention back to him.

"Oh, uh, yes," Kōtarō began.

Kuroo nodded to encourage him to continue.

"Um... We talked about it and... it might be too soon, I don't know, maybe, but... We talked about it, and we thought that... well, we... I don't know what you'll think, or... anyway..."

Kōtarō was starting to lose track of his own words. He sighed, unable to continue his sentence.

"Yes?"

Kōtarō met his gaze again. He finally took a deep breath and asked:

"We wanted to know if... if you wanted to share this cycle with us. In the main nest."

The question fell, and Kuroo fell silent. He had guessed right. He wasn't surprised, but hearing it threw him off for a moment. Kuroo turned his gaze to Kenma:

"What about you?"

The blond was surprised that the attention had turned to him, but he finally replied:

"I'll be there, but not in the main nest."

He saw Kōtarō and Keiji slightly grimace in his peripheral vision, but they didn't comment.

Kuroo nodded and turned his attention back to the other two. They smiled at him, still waiting for his response. Kuroo smiled back at them, but the tone was different. They understood, and their smiles faded immediately.

"Sorry... But I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet."

"Oh..."

Kōtarō looked down, Keiji turned his gaze away, and Kuroo felt Kenma's eyes on him.

"I understand..."

"But... I want to be there."

His three boyfriends turn their attention back to him, surprised.

"I... I'm not sure if... I fully understand everything, but... I, I've been thinking about it, and I... For example, I know that alphas' daily food intake can triple or even quadruple during their cycle and that it's difficult to eat properly under those conditions, and omegas tend to under-eat as well... I can be there to take care of that! Or that it's difficult to, um, to maintain hygiene or keep a clean environment and..., I can help with that, or whatever. I also know that it's difficult, if not almost impossible, to communicate when there's a problem, I can be there for that... And finally... If something happens, like last time, I can be there..."

Silence fell. They all seemed deeply surprised.

"Well... um... there you go," Kuroo concluded, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Wow," Kōtarō said, wide-eyed. "You really thought this through, huh?"

Kuroo gave a sheepish smile.

"Um... I kind of suspected when you called this morning that you'd, uh, bring this up."

"You only started thinking about it this morning?" Kenma asked.

"Yes, no—well, mostly yes," Kuroo admitted, his voice faltering.

The others nodded slowly, exchanging glances.

"So," Kuroo added, clearing his throat, "What do you think?"

"Hmm..."

They exchanged a glance.

"Sounds... good to me", Keiji replied.

Kōtarō and Kenma nodded.

"If it is your choice but..."

Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

"But?"

Keiji glanced briefly at Kōtarō:

"I... I just wanted to make sure that..." he leaned in, "You are not doing this because of... what Nakayama-san said, right?"

Kōtarō jumped at the mention of his dad:

"My father?"

"Yes. And no, it's not because of that... Well, maybe, but not in a bad way."

"What did he say?" Bokuto insisted.

"Um... That he hoped I could cook well because he wasn't sure about my 'efficiency' in the main nest."

Kenma and Keiji chuckled, and Kōtarō buried his face in his hands, mortified.

"Babe, sorry! You didn't believe him, did you? You're not doing this because of what he said?"

"No... Well, maybe a little, but... it just made me think, and I don't think he's wrong."

"Yes, he is! That's bullshit!" Kōtarō interjected.

"No, I don't think so. I'm not sure about my 'efficiency' either... I had to look up the definition of 'main nest'! By the way, Yamakita or Sô-kita omegas don't nest during their cycle, right? Isn't it more like a bower?"

The comment somewhat puzzled his audience.

"Um, well, yes," Kōtarō began.

"It's a generic term," clarified Kenma.

"That's what I thought. Anyway, I don't care if I'm efficient or not, that's not the point. It just made me think, I don't think I'm ready for... what you asked me to do... I still wanted to find a way to be there for you, and... Well, I think what I suggested might work best for me... Again, if it works for you."

Kōtarō finally calmed down, as did Kenma and Keiji.

"So?"

"Okay," Bokuto replied.

Akaashi nodded in agreement.

Tetsurō turned to Kenma:

"OK for me. I'm alone anyway, but... I don't think it would hurt to have someone with us who is at least somewhat in control of their faculties.

Keiji nodded:

"Yes... I would feel safer too"

"Hmm..."

"So, that's settled right?"

The other three nodded.

"Alright. Now, I just need to find a good cookbook because I'm not that great in that department either."

"Are you kidding? Your curry was amazing last time!"

"That's right. By the way, is there any left? I'm starving!"

"No, we finished it, but there must be some left..."

And so the conversation changed completely. The rest of the weekend passed peacefully, everything seemed to go well. At least for the moment.

-/-

The MD had finally contacted them on Monday and informed them that she had received the results of Keiji's blood test and had scheduled a consultation for the next day. Her tone wasn't particularly alarming, but the urgency of the appointment was unsettling.

So Tetsurō found himself in the car with his boyfriends on a Tuesday afternoon, skipping his biochemistry class. For a brief moment, he wished he were crammed into a crowded lecture hall instead. Considering he'd chosen to be here, it wasn't fair. Still, the anxiety growing inside him was crushing his lungs, and the heavy air lingering in the car wasn't helping.

At first, he didn't want to tell his friend because he wanted to keep it between the four of them. But he finally decided to talk to Oikawa about it. He had planned to just ask him if he could give him his notes, but ended up spilling everything. He had feared Oikawa's reaction, knowing his dramatic and extravagant nature. But he was pleasantly surprised: Oikawa had listened calmly and simply replied, "I think it's a good idea, you did the right thing. I'll send you the lesson." Kuroo was speechless. He did not doubt that the information must have leaked out as soon as he left the room, but no one had bothered him about it, which he was glad about.

They finally parked in front of the clinic. Keiji turned off the engine, but no one moved.

"I really don't want to go," murmured Kenma.

"Me neither," replied Keiji and Kōtarō in unison.

The silence lingered for several more seconds.

"Well, come on," Kenma finally said before opening his door.

They followed him. They entered the building and headed towards the reception. The young woman on the other side of the counter recognized them quickly and greeted them warmly.

"Ah, no need to go through the waiting room, Doctor Megi is waiting for you."

They went up to the first floor and stopped in front of a door, on a golden plaque was written: "Dr. Megumi Megi". Kenma knocked.

"Yes! I'm coming," came a light voice in response. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a woman in her fifties with graying hair tied back in a loose bun, wearing a white coat over a kaleidoscopic colored dress (not recommended for anyone with epilepsy).

"Ah, gentlemen, hello! I'm glad to see you again!"

Her three friends didn't seem to share her enthusiasm. They greeted her politely, and Dr. Megi stepped aside from the door to let them in. However, she stepped back into the entrance when Kuroo was about to enter.

"What do I see? A newcomer! Fantastic, fantastic!" she exclaimed while adjusting the huge glasses perched on her nose.

"Uh... Kuroo Tetsurō," he introduced himself before politely greeting her.

"A beta!"

Kuroo blinked several times.

"Fantastic, nice to meet you, come in, come in."

Kuroo complied and the doctor closed the door behind him.

"Please, take a seat, take a seat."

They obliged, and Kuroo had to get a chair from the back of the room to sit next to his boyfriends, who didn't seem to have relaxed much despite the doctor's apparent friendliness. Megi-san walked behind her desk, her coat flapping like a dress from 1870, before sitting down in her chair.

"So..."

She typed frantically on her computer without taking her eyes off the screen. She paused for a moment, resumed the crazy dance of her fingers on the keyboard, as if she were performing Beethoven's Fifth Symphony on the piano allegro, stopped again, fixed her screen, played some more, and finally stopped.

She turned her eyes to her patients, intertwining her fingers on the table as she looked at them one by one.

"So."

No one said anything, neither did she.

As Keiji was about to speak to break the awkward silence, Dr. Megi cut him off without ceremony.

"So."

"Um, about the blood test..." Keiji timidly asked.

"Ah, yes yes, I have the results."

She added nothing more.

"And ?"

"We'll get to that later. First things first, I'd like to know how you plan to organize things this time around. I understand from our last consultation that the previous arrangement wasn't to your satisfaction."

"Yes. Um," Kenma started, shifting uncomfortably.

"Kozume-san," Dr. Megi interrupted, her tone brisk, "What would you like to do?"

Kenma blinked, momentarily thrown off. "Yes, um. I'll be there, but I won't share the main nest, and…"

"Ah, fantastic," Dr. Megi interrupted again, her voice bright.

Kenma froze, clearly baffled by her sudden enthusiasm. Dr. Megi didn't seem to notice and turned back to her computer, typing rapidly.

"Fantastic," she repeated, with the same level of cheerfulness.

The group exchanged confused glances, struggling to understand what exactly was fantastic.

"Bokuto-san, Akaashi-san," Dr. Megi continued, glancing up, "As usual, yes?"

"Yes, we..."

"Oh, but wait, Kuroo-san, what about you?" She focused her gaze on him.

"Um... I'll be there too, but not in the... main nest either."

"Oh? With Kozume-san perhaps, a secondary nest?"

"No, not that either. I'll just be around to... help."

His response almost sounded like a question.

Megi-san looked at him without reacting, her face betraying nothing of her thoughts. She finally smiled at him:

"Oh, fantastic! What a great idea!"

She turned her eyes to his boyfriends "Free labor for you, am i right?

Kuroo nearly choked on his saliva.

"You should see the prices for assistance in cycle centers these days, it's insane! What a rich idea, I might consider looking for a beta mate myself, what a fantastic idea!"

Kuroo didn't know whether to laugh or bash his head against the nearest wall. The absurdity of the moment hung in the air like a bad joke no one was ready for. Kōtarō to his right seemed so embarrassed that he was on the verge of tears.

As if nothing had happened, she turned her eyes back to her computer and started typing again: was it Vivaldi's Four Seasons this time?

"Well, perfect, fantastic. Kozume-san, how about if I don't prescribe you contraception this time?"

"I beg your pardon?"

The idea didn't seem to please him.

Megi-san tore her eyes away from her screen.

"But I have to warn you," she continued, her tone suddenly more serious, "No foolishness. Make sure to protect yourselves properly in case of intercourse. We wouldn't want to end up with a little bun in the oven, now, would we?"

She winked at Tetsurō, who could feel the heat rising in his cheeks.

"Kuroo-san, I trust you on this one," she added, turning to him with a knowing smile.

Tetsurō was now on the verge of tears. He didn't think it was possible to cry out of embarrassment. Kenma's eyes were fixed on the floor, visually clinging to the carpet patterns as if his life depended on it.

"Oh, by the way, how stupid of me, I didn't ask, Kuroo-san, will this be your first time, or have you maybe helped someone in this situation before?"

"No, um, first time..."

"Great! You have a lot to learn, make sure you are well informed!"

Megi-san opened her desk drawer and took out a pile of small brochures, which she handed to him. Kuroo just nodded before taking them.

"Thank you..."

He heard Keiji let out a strained sigh, Tetsurō didn't dare to turn his eyes to see what he face looked like.

"I don't know if you've already talked about this, you see, Akaashi-san and Bokuto-san have rather standard cycles, without complications, although I'm not 100% sure if that will be the case this time around, given the current situation... But Kozume-san has a history of quite severe complications, you see?"

"Yes, we hav..."

"Let me explain!" the doctor exclaimed without giving him the chance to continue.

"Oh no..." murmured the blond.

Megi leaned over her desk and pulled out... a plastic anatomical model of what Kuroo recognized (thanks to Yamaguchi's drawing talent, and a little common sense too) as those of an omega male.

"You see, at the beginning of the cycle, the uterine lining forms."

"Hmm hmm," Kuroo escaped with a strained voice.

"Well, see, Sô-kita's cycle is so compressed in time that this step only takes a few hours, and in Kozume-san's case, let's say the job is done poorly, nothing against you, my dear, I understand perfectly well that it's not your fault."

Kenma just let out a short, high-pitched moan in response.

"After that, yadda yadda yadda, ovulation, yadda yadda yadda, and finally, the endometrium is absorbed, I must specify Kuroo-san, don't expect to see endometrial lining all over your bathroom floor like with betas."

We were now on very, very shaky ground... Gosh, could someone just put him out of his misery ?!

"Well, during the absorption process as well, the job isn't fantastic either, which doesn't help you either, Kozume-san."

He didn't even bother to respond this time.

"We have tried numerous times to find a solution for this, but apart from morphine..."

"Morphine?"

"Yes, well, you get me."

No, Kuroo didn't!

"Well, contraceptives usually involve blocking ovulation, but I was thinking that for this time, triggering it naturally might do you some good."

"Ah, yes," said Kuroo, seeing that the other three were too lost in the contemplation of their discomfort to say anything.

"Kozume-san."

She waited until he looked up.

"I'm counting on you to trigger ovulation, remember, it's mechanical."

"Hmhm."

"Kuroo-san could even help you with that, how wonderful !"

"Hmhm, wonderful," replied Kuroo, who still didn't quite understand what he was getting into.

"I think it'll be okay," Kenma managed to say.

"I'm saying this for you, my dear. Kuroo-san, remember: it's mech. .cal"

She then proceeded to give a small demonstration of her anatomical model using way too many fingers for it to be reasonable.

"You see, it's the mechanical pressure normally obtained during mating that triggers ovulation."

"Ah, hmhm, yes, I see."

"But be careful, one word: .tion. But I am guessing you're pretty familiar with this already."

What was it supposed to mean ?!

He heard Kenma beside him starting to breathe loudly as if he were suffocating.

"Well, that's about it, I think."

"Hm... Doctor, about the results," Keiji ventured.

"Ah yes, the results. Well, first of all, I don't congratulate you, you were lucky this time that it didn't lead to any major complications, but let's say you got what you wanted. You've reset your pre-rut."

"Reset?"

"Yes, you've restarted the machine as if nothing happened. So you have to start your pre-rut again. I predict two weeks before your cycles triggers naturally."

"I... have to go through it all again?"

"Do you see another solution? It's not an exam, Akaashi-san, you can't choose to finish it in a make-up session."

The tone had started to rise. Akaashi remained silent, just nodding.

"I see. And for the suppressants, do I keep the same dosage or do I..."

"The suppressants? Sorry, but no."

"No?"

"No. No suppressants for this time."

Kenma and Kōtarō finally looked up. Kuroo sensed panic creeping into Keiji.

"You mean I will have to go through my entire pre-rut... Off suppressant?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying, yes."

Akaashi was taken aback.

"But I have never..."

"Too bad, you should have thought of that before, Akaashi-san. As for you two," she turned to Kenma and Kōtarō, "if you didn't notice anything, I guess you were on pretty high doses yourself! I'll prescribe you the suppressants, but I'll lower the doses."

Kuroo saw their eyes widen.

"Well, that's about it. I'll see you in ten days for the contraceptive injection."

She smiled at them.

"Well, that be all for today."

She printed out her prescription and handed it to Kenma. Megi-san finally got up and escorted them to the door:

"Have a great day, and see you in ten days."

The door closed, and they all stood there in front of it for a long moment. None of them spoke until they were all seated in the car.

"Well... that was weird... as usual," finally commented Kōtarō.

They all nodded.

Silence fell again.

"Do you want me to drive," asked Kenma, noticing that his mate still hadn't started the car.

"No, there is no need."

The silence stretched again.

Keiji finally let out a heavy sigh. Looking up, Tetsurō could see in the rearview mirror that he was on the verge of tears. He saw Kenma crumble at the sight of his mate in this state, as did Kōtarō.

"I'm so sorry, Keiji," whispered the blond.

"It is not your fault. It is mine. Megi-san said no suppressants, so I will do without. I must accept the consequences of my actions. I am deeply sorry for the situation I have created... And for what it will bring."

"Keiji..."

Kenma knelt on his seat and leaned forward to hug him. Keiji hugged him back with a desperation that bordered on despair. He heard him sigh, heavy with tears. They stayed like that for a long moment. Kōtarō had tears in his eyes as well, he turned his eyes to the window. Kuroo watched them and felt his heart ache. He struggled to understand all the details and why it was so painful for them. But to see them like this was devastating.

Keiji finally let go of the blond. He turned the key and started the car.

Once they arrived home, Kuroo waited for Kenma and Keiji to enter the house and grabbed Kōtarō's arm. His lover turned, surprised:

"Babe," whispered Tetsurō.

"What?" he whispered back.

"I... can I ask you something?"

Kōtarō nodded, and Kuroo let go of his arm. The brunet looked over his shoulder to make sure they were alone before asking:

"I gather that the situation is… pretty bad. But I don't get why. Is it that bad? Being off suppressants?"

Kōtarō grimaced. He stepped forward to confide in him in a low voice:

"Keiji has always been on suppressants, even during his cycle."

"Oh..."

"I think he's afraid."

"Of what?"

"Of himself."

Kuroo felt silence.

Kōtarō tried to smile at him:

"Don't worry... It'll be okay."

Nothing was reassuring in his tone.

Tetsurō still nodded. Bokuto nodded back and turned before he went inside.

It took Kuroo a little longer to recover.

Afraid of himself?

-end of the chapter-

Next chapter: Parai Kuklos II

The call was immediately cut off. Kuroo moved his phone away from his ear and looked at it for a long moment, deeply disturbed.

"What's wrong?" asked Oikawa, without moving closer.

"I... I think my boyfriends are drunk in the middle of the afternoon."

Oikawa seemed equally shocked.

"Uh... Sorry, I need to check on them… See you tomorrow!"