How We Began

Part Three

"Oh, wow," Tsuki said, his voice echoing the awe in his eyes. "Are you sure we're at the right hotel?"

Kuroo nodded. He was no less awed. "I am definitely going to have a little chat with my auntie," he said as they finally started moving.

"You still think she did this on purpose, don't you," Tsuki asked as they passed through the entryway that closely resembled the Fushimi Inari torii gates.

"I'm convinced of it."

Tsuki whistled. "Why, though?"

"That's what I'm still trying to figure out, though I'm beginning to suspect at least one reason."

"Oh?"

Kuroo was quiet for a few moments.

"She thinks I shouldn't be alone. That I'm happier when I'm with someone."

"Ah," was all Tsuki said to that.

They went into the hotel, trying not to stare at the opulent settings. Tried not to look like they were tourists, even though that's exactly what they were. Since Tsuki had their red envelope, he checked them in, signed the paperwork, and took the keys from the smiling receptionist.

They were offered a cart for their bags by an overly hopeful bellboy, but they politely declined, seeing as how they just had a backpack and carry on each. It didn't take them long to find their room, which was the last one down the hall on the first floor.

Tsuki had almost reached the door before he realized Kuroo wasn't nearby. He looked back and saw him tapping madly away on his phone, his backpack on the floor where it had dropped. His face was flushed red, and he looked like he was ... well, not happy. Kuroo's eyes were bright, but his expression clearly showed he was ready to do damage, and yet still kept it all in check. The next thing he knew, Kuroo's phone rang, and the man quickly answered it.

"Aunt Yui, I need you to tell me everything.... Oh, don't even try to play innocent now.... We are at the hotel.... The bridal suite? Really??"

Tsuki, knowing that he really shouldn't be eavesdropping, but also now extremely curious about the conversation, opened the door and went into their room. He turned on the lights, dropped off his bags without looking around, and went back out to get Kuroo's bags. The man in question was now listening intently to whatever his aunt was saying, his head tilted to his shoulder to hold the phone there, and his arms crossed over his chest.

He bent to pick up Kuroo's backpack, and reached for the carry on, but Kuroo's hand reached out to lightly grip his wrist.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"Why?" He straightened up and shouldered Kuroo's backpack.

Kuroo blinked. Tsuki grinned.

"I don't mind. Really. We can talk about it later. You talk to your auntie. I'll get us settled in."

"Okay."

Tsuki had almost gone into the room again, when Kuroo called his name. He turned around and found Kuroo holding out his phone to him.

"You don't have to talk to her."

"Why not? She seemed sweet enough when she came by the shop."

He put the backpack down, making sure the door wasn't going to shut and lock on them, and gently took Kuroo's phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Tsukishima-san! My nephew told me I have to apologize, so I'm sorry."

"You don't sound even remotely sorry."