Single Parents: Kuroo [DISCONTINUED]

Papa, I Don't Feel So Good...

Kuroo nearly spilled his coffee when he turned to the clock, realizing how late it already was. It was an important day today; he's meeting up with a journalist from a magazine company later that day for an interview. It was something that would definitely boost the business of the pub.

And here he was, having a bad start to an important day.

"Lev!" Kuroo rushed into his bedroom, where the young boy was still lost in his sleep. Irritated, Kuroo tugged the covers away, giving the hafu a rude awakening. Lev groaned at the sudden lack of comfort, turning away from the bed hair.

"Wake up already! We're late!" Kuroo exclaimed, shaking Lev's arm in attempt to wake him up.

"But Papa..." Lev moaned, eyes squeezed shut. "I'm still tired..."

"Well we wouldn't be if you hadn't insisted on staying up late to play games with Kenma," Kuroo grumbled. He grabbed onto Lev's forearm, pulling him to sit up. Being forced to sit up, Lev's face contorted into a deep frown.

"Damn it, damn it, I didn't even get the chance to fix my hair!" Kuroo cursed as he tried to help Lev out of his pajamas as quickly as possible. The child allowed his parent to unbutton his pajamas, not lending a hand at all. "Why aren't you doing this yourself?!" The bed hair scolded, his finger fumbling with the small buttons.

His irritation came to a pause when he realized that Lev's pajamas were damp, soaked with sweat. Baffled, he moved his gaze to Lev's pale skin, noticing the sickly color. "Hey Lev," The irritation in his voice was now gone, worry now taking its place. "What's wrong?"

He examined the boy's face, brows furrowed at the paleness of his lips and the beads of sweat on his forehead. Lev's complexion was worrying, he looked exhausted, his eyes barely open, as if he was about to pass out. His body felt like it was made of steel, to heavy for him to sit up without any support. His head spun, his stomach feeling weird.

"Papa..." His tiny voice croaked as he turned to his father. "I don't... Feel so good..."

"What do you mean?" Kuroo asked, questions filling up his mind faster than he could think. Lev looked up to him weakly and was about to speak when he emptied the contents of his stomachs, dumping them right before of Kuroo.

Kuroo jumped back on instinct, unable to move his gaze away from the boy. "Papa..." Lev sobbed with a hand over his mouth while the other over his stomach, the comfortable feeling within him was starting to scare him. Kuroo stopped stared at the stained bed sheets upon hearing Lev's shaky voice, quickly pulling the child into his arms.

"I'm sorry..." The hafu apologized at the mess he made, shaking in his father's arms. "I didn't mean it,"

"It's fine," Kuroo exhaled, though he was clueless as to what to do. Trying to stop the panic rising in his stomach, he held Lev closer. "We're not going to daycare today."

*

"Kuroo-san, where are you? The journalists are about to arrive soon." Akaashi said, holding the phone tightly while he watched Bokuto checking himself out in the mirror, telling himself that he looked great.

"Sorry, Akaashi." Kuroo's voice sounded tired from the other side of the line. "I can't make it today,"

"Why not?" Akaashi widened his eyes in surprised. Just the thought of having Bokuto to go through the interview all on his own was terrifying.

"Lev's in the hospital." Kuroo heaved a deep sigh.

"Hospital? What happened?" Akaashi raised a brow. Bokuto seemed to have heard him and quickly made his way to the younger male, brows furrowed in concern. Akaashi gave him an assuring look, telepathically telling him calm down. Yet, Bokuto felt impatient and decided to press his ear against the phone too, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation