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Bokuto

Bokuto ran the perimeter of the hospital twice before he was able to calm down. He was still angry, but not fuming because of the advice Akaashi had given him in gym class: "If you can't calm down on your own, find another way to get the energy out."

He was finally able to slow to a walk when he saw Kuroo exit the hospital, catch sight of him, and cut across the parking lot.

"What's your business with Akaashi," he demanded when they were withing ear shot of each other.

"Hey, hey, hey. I'm simply a concerned classmate. The real question is: what do you want with him?"

"He's my boyfriend."

"Is he? I was under the impression that you thought him to be merely a trophy for you to showcase when it suits you because of how pretty he is."

"Believe me, I intend to show him off a lot more now that he isn't tied up cheering for the wrong team. Don't expect to win our next match."

Kuroo turned to leave, but paused at Bokuto's next words. "Do you love him?"

He looked over his shoulder, smirk smug on his face. "I see. The big, tough owl is jealous. I'll be honest with you since there's no way Keiji would believe you anyway. No, I don't love him. He's pretty, good in bed, and great for my image. Love isn't necessary for me to keep the relationship going, regardless of what he feels." He left then.

Bokuto's blood returned to a boil and he kicked himself into a run to burn the energy.