Ill-Fated Calf-Love

Kuroo

Kuroo hadn't known Suga would introduce Akaashi as his boyfriend. He expected Akaashi to deny it, to say they were just friends, but he just gave a small smile and greeted the others, never letting go of Kuroo's hand.

He kept an eye on Akaashi for signs of over stimulation, always asking him if he was okay, telling him they could leave whenever he was ready, and only leaving his side to get them drinks from inside the gym. Akaashi assured him that he was fine, eventually joining the conversation on his own. He didn't reach for Kuroo's hand again after Kuroo got their drinks, but he stayed close, legs pressed together where they sat on the bleachers.

Oikawa and Iwaizumi arrived a little over an hour after the rest did, Hanamaki and Matsukawa with them. At first, Akaashi had reverted back inside his shell, only to emerge again when the pair started in with their puns and jokes. Most of the jokes were aimed at Oikawa, an easy target due to his vanity, but no one was off-limits. Jokes and insults flew back and forth only stopping when Oikawa aimed one at Akaashi. The group froze, deadly silent as they waited for Akaashi to react. The brunette looked about to apologize, when Akaashi finally spoke.

"There's something in your hair, Oikawa."

"What? Where?" His heads flew up to swipe at the brown locks.

"Here."

The snowball hit him in the forehead, leaving a shower of white powder dusting his hair, face, and clothes. He screamed in outrage, reaching down to make his own.

Kuroo hadn't even noticed Akaashi making the snow balls, but he could now see the pile of them Akaashi had made behind their seat as he reached back and let another one fly. The war was on, splitting into unnannounced teams as every one scrambled to find shelter, make snowballs, and throw them. He and Akaashi ended up around the side of the bleachers, a head start on everyone else due to Akaashi's small pile. Kuroo made more while Akaashi sent them flying, hitting his targets a majority of the time. They lost track of time in the war.

A school attendant was yelling that the dance was over, making rounds to collect the students and herd them toward the front gate. Everyone was laughing, covered in melting snow that made them shiver. Oikawa's mom offered Kuroo and Akaashi a ride home, so they wouldn't have to walk and they gratefully accepted, climbing into the warm backseat of her minivan.

"Hey, Oikawa, don't complain on Monday when everyone is talking about how you lost that fight," Akaashi called before shutting the door and jogging inside. Iwaizumi and Kuroo laughed while he sputtered at the quip. Kuroo was dropped off next.

He took his time changing, images of Akaashi running through his head while the sound of his laughter echoed in his ears. He hadn't wanted the night to end. It had gone better than he expected and he couldn't have been happier.