Ill-Fated Calf-Love

Akaashi

The break up was messy.

Iwaizumi had been eating lunch with them that day when around the corner came Oikawa, eyes red and puffy. A fresh wave of tears came flowing out as he threw himself at the other boy. It was the second week of December and Oikawa had been with Ushijima just shy of two months.

"Iwa, I'm sorry! I should have listened to you! You were right about everything. Please, forgive him."

Too shocked to react, the four stared at him until Iwaizumi lifted his hand and flicked his forehead.

"Ow!"

"You're getting snot all over my, Whinykawa! Didn't I tell you not to come crying to me? Stop crying before you get sick. You're such a baby when you get sick. It's a pain."

"I am not," he pouted, rubbing at his forehead before accepting the napkin Yaku handed him to wipe his face. "He told me to quit the football team so I broke up with him this morning and he was already kissing some red-headed freak when I went to buy lunch."

"I told you he was a player, stupid. Here." Iwaizumi dug in his bag for a moment. "Mom said she had a feeling I'd need this today."

Oikawa took the package and unwrapped it, a smile stretching wide across his face. "Your mom's milk bread? So you forgive me?"

"Only if you promise not to cry anymore."

"Deal!"

"You're going to hang out with us again?" Akaashi couldn't help feeling a little disappointed at Oikawa's nod, but he was still glad to have his friend back.

They caught Oikawa up on the things he'd missed and it wasn't long before Akaashi and Kuroo were walking to fourth hour. "Hey, Kuroo, do... Do you still like me?"

"Why are you asking all of a sudden?"

"Because I didn't want to ask you to go to the dance with me next week if you don't like me anymore..."

"Akaashi, you...?"

"I... think I like you." His face felt a billion degrees hotter than it should as he glanced up at Kuroo, waiting for his answer. "I'd like to go with you if you still feel the same."

"Of course I still like you! Let's go together."