Ill-Fated Calf-Love

Kuroo

Kuroo couldn't help the jealousy he felt in the days leading up to the homecoming game. Everytime he turned around, he found Yukie talking to Akaashi. In gym, when Kuroo got to school, when school let out, and after Kuroo got out of practice. Yukie was always with Akaashi, talking, and laughing, and - in Yukie's case- flirting.

"Tell him you like him before she does." It was the only advice Yaku would give him, but Kuroo chickened out each time he tried. Kuroo had just finished changing for the homecoming game, checking the laces on his cleats one last time. "If we win, you have to tell him or you're never going to." Yaku picked up his helmet, waiting for Kuroo to grab his. "Promise me."

Kuroo nodded. "Yeah, okay. I promise."

He followed his team out onto the field, stumbling when he saw Akaashi on the sidelines in the cheer uniform. Suddenly, it made sense why he and Yukie had gotten so close; she was the head cheerleader.

When the whistle blew, Kuroo's focus narrowed, and he forgot that there was more to the world than what was on the field. Between plays he would glance at Akaashi to watch him cheer. The final play took all of his attention. Oikawa was open, running the ball toward the endzone. Kuroo took down the first guy to get close, glancing up to see Iwaizumi take down the next. Then Oikawa crossed the line. They won.

Kuroo was on his feet, ripping off his helmet and throwing his arms around his teammates. He turned to look for Akaashi, seeing only a wave of cheering students and parents as they surged off the bleachers and onto the field.

"Lift me up!" Iwaizumi and Yaku did, but as he scanned the crowd he couldn't see him.

He fought his way through the crowd. He didn't want to celebrate the win anymore. The only thing in Kuroo's mind was finding Akaashi.

He had to know Akaashi was okay.