A Parliament of Owls {BokuAkaKuroTsuki/IwaOi}

Seven

Tsukishima sighed.

After the discussion in the living room had subsided the four of them decided to go back to their room, where they proceeded to tell their youngest boyfriend about what happened.

"I just don't want you to put yourself in even more danger than you are already," he said softly and glanced up to his boyfriends from where he was sat on the bed. "None of you, actually."

Akaashi carefully sat down next to him and let their shoulders bump together. "I'm worried about Kenma," he said. "He's acting weird, he wasn't even supposed to be texting me and it's just-" He hesitated. "What if something happened to him?" The raven haired boy looked up at the blonde, desperately tried to look for some change, some hint of him budging.There was a lot of hesitation and repeated glasses fixing and fidgeting until- "Oikawa has to go with us," he finally said, surprising the others with the statement.

"Oikawa?" Bokuto repeated, confused, and sneaked a glance to Kuroo but, he didn't seem to get it either.

Tsukishima sighed again. "It's his fault we're in this mess so, he's gonna take responsibility for everything even remotely dangerous," he said. He probably tried to sound angry, or at least hateful but, only resignation and a small tinge of annoyance seeped into his words.He was tired of the constant discussions and arguing.

"Akaashi," he addressed the other man then, a lot quieter this time. "Could you maybe just please stay here?" Akaashi opened his mouth, ready to contradict, but the blonde already continued. "We want you to be safe, alright? That's all. I know that you're worried about Kenma because he might be in danger, but imagine how I feel, knowing that you want to put yourself in his place."

The raven haired man's shut his mouth tightly and he suddenly felt burning embarrassment heating up the tips of his ears. He hadn't thought about it like that and he couldn't help but chastise himself inwardly for his thoughtless selfishness.

"You're in danger too, though,"- he heard himself saying. "What's the difference?-" The words sounded so, so wrong leaving his mouth like that, they sounded like an accusation, when all he wanted was to express his own care for his boyfriends.

Kuroo sighed loudly and stepped forward, just to let himself drop onto both of their laps, earning surprised inhales of air. There had been way too much sighing today, even for Tsukishima's standards.

"How come all my boyfriends are such drama queens?" Kuroo questioned and, ironically, it sounded pretty theatrical. Akaashi readjusted himself slightly so that both of them could lie more comfortably, while Tsukishima straight out tried to shove the other man off.

"Get up, you're heavy," he grunted, annoyed.

"Aw, babe, I'm hurt," Kuroo just laughed and made sure to cover even more of the younger man with his limbs. "Oi, Bo, what do you think you're doing? Come here!"

The black and white haired male obliged without hesitation and immediately bounced onto the big bed next to Akaashi. He just threw his arms around the other male and efficiently took him down with him so that all of them were now sprawled over the bed.Arms and legs were tangled together in a comfortable mess of body parts and something about the familiarity of it all made warmth stir in Akaashi's stomach.

"Hey 'kaashi," Bokuto mumbled happily into the others skin. It was so inappropriate to turn this serious matter into something happy and enjoyable, but the raven haired man couldn't find it in him to complain.

"From memes to murder in seconds," he whispered to himself and smiled a little, it earned him a confused look from his boyfriends but he just shook his head.