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"no way, ennoshita made the first move?" oikawa ask, laughing.

futakuchi sat there, face all red from the constant teasing. "SHUT UP! i didn't have the balls to kiss him okay?"

"and but STILL?" bokuto chokes out, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. "you were talking sooo big with us but could barely give him a little smooch?"

"i was embarrassed! give me a break!"

terushima squished daichi's face, "i can demonstrate for you, kenji." he teased.

"oh hell no," daichi laughs, pushing the younger off of him.

the eight boys had just finish dinner and wanted to stay off their phones, so they're sitting on the floor in a circle, playing monopoly.

although, they're getting a tiny bit distracted by teasing futakuchi too much.

"speaking of relationships," bokuto starts, staring at oikawa. "how are you and your lover boy?"

oikawa clicks his tongue, rolling the dice. "i thought i told you guys, i don't like him that."

"but does he like you?" daishou adds.

"can we stop asking me all the questions?"

terushima rolls his eyes, "ugh okay fine," and then points to ushijima — who has been quiet 90% of the game. "got anyone you're eyeing?"

"eyeing?"

"you like anyone?"

ushijima thought for a moment before shaking his head, "no, not necessarily."

they all laugh, knowing that would be the answer he would say, as ushijima doesn't look like the type to be focusing on relationships.

as the time ticked closer to midnight and the game getting a little more aggressive than it should be, kuroo got quiet. his mind wandered off, not caring so much as what daishou and futakuchi were arguing about.

and he doesn't know why, but hearing all of them talk and laugh made his lips quiver.

soon, he felt tears forming at the corner of his eyes. he bit the inside of his cheek, trying to stop the tears.

because at this very moment, it hit kuroo that his teenage youth was really coming to an end.

feelings like this only hit kuroo at very specific times.

the first time was when he took his final steps out of the gym doors after losing against fukurodani.

kuroo was the only one that day out of the team that didn't cry. even kenma cried. but kuroo could only smile at his juniors, telling them is was okay and that there was always next year.

that made them cry harder.

he later went home after and sobbed until he fell sleep.

the second time was when all the third years were required to fill out their career forms.

kuroo sat there, not knowing what to put. the pen hovered over the piece of paper but nothing was ever written down.

in the end, he turned in a blank paper.

and this was the third time.

sitting in a room, with all of his friends that he's made and gotten closer in the past year.

kuroo felt a hand on his thigh, snapping him out of his thoughts. he turned to his right, with daishou staring at him with a worried expression.

"are you okay?" he whispers. everyone else was too focused on oikawa cheating and scamming ushijima to notice kuroo.