Stormy Summer

A suspicious Distraction

"What just happened?" Anna leaned closer to me as she whispered, but I just shrugged helplessly.

I really didn't know.

Akaashi hadn't set a ball for Bokuto until near the end of the third set.

But that wasn't what had us this confused. Bokuto's mood swings were common knowledge at this point.

Granted, usually, he only gets like this once in a game at most, but it's not like we haven't seen anything like this before.

What had us confused weren't the Fukurōdani boys, but rather the team of Nekoma.

Kuro is a good player. I know that.

I always knew that.

But he was somewhat different today.

During their last set, my eyes kept drifting between Bokuto and Kuro, wondering what had happened in this short amount of time.

Everything had been fine after Bokuto caught himself, but as it had happened all over again, none of us could tell what had set it off this time.

Every time I glanced back at Kuro I was met with the same smirk I had seen for the entirety of this practice match. He had been plotting something this whole time, and, apparently, it had worked out just fine for him.

I glanced down at my hands and thought back to the start of the match.

'Watch me.'

It suddenly clicked.

Fukurodani had lost.

I let out a sigh as I followed the others downstairs for the break that they would most likely have right now.

It's still too early for practice to end.

When we arrived at the bottom of the stairs, I saw Kuro and Bokuto argue in hushed voices. The whole situation was odd on its own already, but after that match, I couldn't tell what was happening anymore.

When they saw us approaching, it looked like a switch was set in Bokuto, and suddenly, he was himself again.

Or so it seemed.

I could still tell something was off as I took a step closer to Kuro, "What happened?" I whispered quiet enough so none of the others would hear.

Kuro just sent a smirk at me in return, "I don't know what you're talking about," he raised his hands in feigned innocence.

"Yeah, right," I muttered as I turned away from him. That scheming asshole wouldn't tell me anything.

I glanced at Bokuto.

Asking him what happened seemed like the worst idea yet. I probably shouldn't do that.

"That aside," Kuro slung his arm over my shoulder, leaning in closer, "let's go to the store today," he chimed happily as I struggled to get away from him again.

"You're sweaty," I protested, "Let go!"

"Are you saying I stink?" Kuro let me go, placing his hand over his chest in feigned hurt.

I scoffed at him, shaking my head anyway.

"Do you want to go to the store after practice?" I asked instead, directing the question at everyone except Kuro, who, in turn, started smiling triumphantly.

I was greeted with nods from my friends, "Not like we have anything better to do anyway," Anna added.

Time went by quickly from that point onward. Fukurōdani had won the second match, and Bokuto seemed to be in a better mood overall. Kuro seemed to be in a good mood, too. From what I could tell, anyway. But then again, I don't think I've ever seen him in a bad mood before.

"And they keep complaining about everything!" Anna exclaimed, "It's so annoying," she was currently complaining to Kuro and Bokuto about the book she had been reading for the past few days.

It started out with her complaining to Rose and me, but then Kuro asked what she was talking about, and now he and Bokuto were complaining along with her.

It seemed as though nothing had happened before, but the bad feeling I had about today never left me.