one shots of the haikyuu breed {on-going}

happy birthday kuroo

The bitter cold air bit at Kuroo's face, and he hunched his shoulders and pulled his collar up. He had quite the uneventful day at work, sitting behind a counter reading comic books off the shelf of the store. He had made a few good friends, but none were more than surface deep. They enjoyed small talk and gossiped but never exactly shared personal things, speaking in their classes and going to lunch or a bar on occasion.

He facetimed Bokuto every night, and often saw Akaashi in the background cooking or cleaning or working on something. Sometimes he'd even show his face and speak a little, smiling warmly as he greeted Kuroo. He shared a cozy apartment with Kenma, and he kept in contact with Yaku, meeting for coffee here and there. He met with the Nekoma team often as well, and visited the high school where Lev still attended and assisted in the training of newbies. He was truly excited to see his kohai's progressing more and more, and this year they made it to Nationals, and will be playing there soon against Karasuno.

The sun dipped below the skyline of skyscrapers, the temperature joining as a bitter wind picked up, scattering leaves and wrappers alike. The wind also seemed to pick up his pace, for he definitely didn't want to be anywhere near the cold. He aimed to get home before the light disappeared.

His birthday had been just another day for the last two years, his coworker, Sami, brought him a small cake which they shared over small talk about the manga and newly aired anime "Touken Ranbu." He had no plans, other than treating himself to mackerel, for this birthday either. Kenma was out of town, and Yaku worked late. Bokuto and Akaashi were simply out of the question. This night, this birthday, he would spend alone.

Sure, Kuroo found it a bit depressing how his first year or so in college had gone. Everyone had always spoke about how exciting it was, but Kuroo found the parties a bit disgusting and the idea of being an adult quite dreary. He planned on being a forensic psychiatrist and criminal profiler for the police department or FBI, so when he finally settled he knew life would pick up.

He approached his apartment building, and slipped in the door quickly. He kept his frosty fingers shoved in his pockets until he approached the elevator, pressing the button for up. He stepped in, riding up to his floor. He fumbled in his pocket for the icy keys as he unlocked his door.

Without turning on the light, he shrugged off his winter coats and shoes and scarf, tossing them over the couch haphazardly, before flicking on the light.

He glanced over into the living room, streamers and balloons everywhere. Akaashi, Bokuto, Lev, Yaku, and Kenma all stood with grins on their faces as Kuroo looked back to the kitchen nonchalantly.

Yet, after a split second, Kuroo's head snapped back. "What the fuck?!"

"Hey, Hey, Hey! happy birthday old man!" Bokuto yelled, pulling the string on a confetti canon. Akaashi shook his head.

"I told you not to shoot that off, Bokuto-san, because you will clean it up." He rolled his eyes. "Happy birthday, Kuroo." He said softly, smiling an bowing his head.

"I-... How did you all get here?" He questioned. "Not that i'm like, angry, but-?"

"I got back this morning, even though I told you I'd be here tomorrow morning. I flew in Akaashi and Bokuto as a surprise, and Yaku lied about working. Lev just kinda showed up." Kenma smirked. Before Lev could object, Bokuto stole the spotlight once more.

"Now, now, Kuroo. You need to understand that being an adult is incredibly taxing and requires an incredible amount of responsibility-" Bokuto spoke as he threw his arm over Kuroo's shoulder, animatedly using his hands before Kuroo cut in slyly.

"Bokuto, you are literally like two months older than me."

Akaashi sighed deeply and audibly. "You both are 20 years old and still act like you're 12."