Single Parents: Kuroo [DISCONTINUED]

Papa, It's You and Me.

Akaashi looked up from wiping a glass upon hearing the bell by the door ring. "Oya?" He blinked as Kuroo stepped into the pub with a sour look on his face.

Bokuto leaned to the counter where Akaashi was with his eyes half leaded, resting his cheek on his fist. "Oya oya?" The owl-haired male wriggled his brow.

Kuroo groaned, holding the door open and he twisted his head back. Akaashi and Bokuto blinked, wondering what the black haired male was up to. "Get in here," Kuroo motioned his head into the pub with an agitated tone in his voice.

"Oi, Kuroo. Who are you..." Bokuta's voice trailed off as a young child walked into the pub, walking under Kuroo's arm that held the door. The silver haired boy held onto the straps of his bag pack tightly, glancing around the pub curiously. He admired everything he saw, unable to keep his mouth closed.

Bokuto and Akaashi could only watch as Kuroo guided the kid towards the counter, where they were. The child followed the bed haired male enthusiastically, stretching his hands out like he was trying to be a plane. He stopped before them with a slight jump, stiffening up as if he was about to salute.

"Nice to meet you, ojiisan!" The child bowed in a cute manner, bending forward in a nearly perfect 90-degree angle. Bokuto and Akaashi nodded their head awkwardly in as a light bow and blinked at the silvered haired boy.

"Kuroo-san, who might this be?" Akaashi asked, turning his attention to Kuroo for answers. The bed haired sighed, taking a seat next to Bokuto, seeming as though he did not want to answer.

"My name is Lev! Lev Haiba!" The child spoke up, raising one hand in the air. "I'm my papa's son!"

"Son?" Akaashi and Bokuto echoed in surprise, widening their eyes at Kuroo.

Kuroo grumbled instead of explaining himself. "Kid, I told you not to call me your papa."

"Ah, right sorry papa!" Lev apologized.

"Do you even understand what I just said?" Kuroo sighed, giving up. He ran his fingers through his hair countless times, as though it was the only thing he could do besides sighing. "Take a seat," He told Lev, who seemed extremely delighted with the idea.

Kuroo turned to his colleagues, turning his back against Lev who started to climb the tall chair next to Kuroo by the bar. Akaashi kept his eye on Lev cautiously as the child struggled to pull himself up.

"What happened, bro?" Bokuto asked, putting a hand on Kuroo's shoulder.

"I'd like to know too." Kuroo replied. "Some crazy woman just appeared at my door just before I was about to head here and brought this little brat, saying that he's my son and dumped him to me."

"Well, is he?" Bokuto raised his brow. Lev had finally managed to sit up on the chair, holding onto the counter for support. Akaashi let out a small sigh of relief, glad that the child was not hurt. He then turned his attention back to Kuroo, waiting for his answer.

"As if!" Kuroo scoffed. He turned to Lev, squinting his eyes at the silver haired boy.

"I would like a glass of chocolate milk, please!" Lev said, looking at Kuroo dead in the eyes. Instead of answering him, Kuroo turned back to his friends.

"He looks nothing like me!" Kuroo threw his hands up in irritation.

"Would you like some whipped cream on it?" Akaashi asked, leaning forward as he spoke to Lev.

"Can you do that?" Lev seemed amazed, mouth forming a wide 'O' shape.

"I can if you want it," Akaashi nodded.