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Akaashi

Kuroo met him two houses down, pushing him back into the telephone pole with a rough kiss. Akaashi's lungs had started to burn by the time he pulled away.

"You're mine, Keiji. When you're at school and can't avoid it, I understand you being around him, but outside of that, I never want to see you with Bokuto Koutaro. Especially when you aren't answering my calls or texts."

It was the first time Akaashi had ever been scared of Kuroo. The look in his eyes, the growl in his voice, the way his fingers dug into Akaashi's biceps where the grasp had been kind before.

"My phone died, Tetsu. He just gave me a ride home."

"Really? Then where were you for the past four hours? We had a date. It's two a.m."

"It's a long walk from the school."

"You watched their game?"

"They lost."

"That doesn't make it better."

"I'm sorry."

"No you're not, but you will be." His hand closed on Akaashi's wrist, yanking him towards the house faster that Akaashi was capable. He stumbled and tripped, boot catching on cracks in the sidewalk. His leg was screaming in protest.

"Kuroo, slow down. It hurts." He pulled his wrist free, leaning on the fence. "I'm too tired tonight, Tetsurou. Please."

"You owe me, Keiji. Unless you just planned on standing me up."

"No! I didn't want to do that."

"Then come on."

"I'm so tired."

"I can't believe you're doing this to me. You're being so mean and just adding to my stress. What a horrible boyfriend you're being." He turned his back to him.

Akaashi limped to him and threw his arms around his neck. "I'm sorry. I'll do it. Just carry me, okay?"

Kuroo responded by picking him up, the pressure on his leg disappearing. He sighed and leaned into him, a sick feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.