Ill-Fated Calf-Love

Akaashi

"Mom, stop." Akaashi pulled away from his mother as she fussed over his hair and clothes, pulling off the tie from around his neck.

"I just never thought I'd see MY son get dressed up for a school dance. You look so handsome! Oh, that must be Kuroo," she said as the knock on the door echoed through the house.

Akaashi trailed after her with a groan. "Mom, please, don't be embarrassing."

"Keiji, I'm your mother. It's my job to embarrass you," she responded, flinging the door open to gush over Kuroo. Akaashi stared, mouth open in shock, at how attractive Kuroo was, only snapping out of it when the other boy winked at him. He turned his gaze away, face flaming. "I need pictures!" Akaashi scowled as she steered them into the living room, directing them to smile for numerous photos until his dad had to interject and stop her. By the time they managed to escape and start their walk to the school, Akaashi was wiping smudges of her lipstick from his cheeks.

"That was torture."

Kuroo laughed, helping wipe the remnants off his face. "Hard to believe you're so quiet with parents like yours."

He shrugged. "My grandparents are quiet and they watched me a lot when I was little so my parents could work. I guess I get it from them."

"I didn't want to say it in front of them, but you look amazing." Their eyes met and Akaashi's cheeks burned under the intensity of Kuroo's gaze. "You're not going to tell me how good I look? You couldn't stop staring at the house."

Akaashi tripped. "You look atrocious. Did you even comb your hair? It's a birds nest."

"Why, you! Take that back!" He didn't have a chance to react before Kuroo had grabbed him, pressing him back against a street lamp, trapping him there with a hand on his hip and the other on the pole behind his head. Kuroo was so close he could smell the mint on his breath from his toothpaste. He was sure that his face was bright red by that point.

"Take it back or you're going in the snow," Kuroo threatened, leaning impossibly closer.

"You, uh... You do look really... really good..." Akaashi bit his lip, afraid his hammering heart was going to burst out of his chest. Immediately, he regretted the action, watching Kuroo's eyes flick down to look at his mouth. Kuroo started to lean in, but Akaashi turned his head, eyes squeezed shut. Suddenly, the warm presence in front of him was gone, leaving only the chilly, winter night air, causing Akaashi to shiver.

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking," Kuroo apologized.

Clearing his throat, he prayed his voice would come out steady. "Are the others meeting us there?"

"You really need a phone so you can keep up with our group chat," he said, pulling his own out to check. "Iwaizumi and Oikawa are going to be late because Oikawa is taking forever to do his hair apparently and Yaku is already there."

"Is bad hair day even in Oikawa's vocabulary?" They fell back into step beside each other, hands brushing every couple steps and sending jolts up Akaashi's arm when they did.

"Don't ask him that. He might cry?"

Akaashi laughed, thankful they had finally made it to the school. They showed their school ID's to the attendant at the gate and made their way through the crowded courtyard to the gym. Wincing at the volume of the music, Akaashi let Kuroo take his hand and lead him to the back doors and out onto the football field where there were a few scattered groups standing around.

"You guys made it! This is Sugawara," Yaku said, motioning to the argent-haired boy next to him. "Did you see about Oikawa?"

"Hey! Nice to meet you. Just Suga is fine. My full name sounds too formal."

"It's been awhile, Suga. This is Akaashi."

He waved as Kuroo introduced him. While he was a little overwhelmed, he found it difficult to focus on anything other than Kuroo's grip on his hand. It was grounding, helping him follow the conversation, though he only chimed in when addressed.

"Noya says that he and Asahi are here. I'll be right back," Suga excused himself, disappearing into the gym.

The longer Akaashi stood there, watching Kuroo, the more comfortable he felt. The music didn't seem as loud and he was able to hear the individual conversations happening around him instead of one dull roar.

"Yaku!"

He jumped at the shout, Kuroo tightening his grip before a boy even shorter than Yaku launched himself at the blonde, knocking him to the ground.

"Noya! Don't kill him!" A tall brunette already sporting facial hair pulled the assumed Noya off Yaku, helping him up after.

Suga sighed, simply shaking his head. "Akaashi, meet Nishinoya and Asahi. Guys!" They turned to face him, bickering momentarily forgotten. "Meet Akaashi, Kuroo's boyfriend."