Matchmakers | KuroTsuki ✓

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[Tsukishima]

What could go wrong. What could possibly go wrong.

Um? Fucking everything?

It was supposed to be a small get together, nothing too big because Bokuto had admitted he hadn't wanted anything too big when gently probed by us. However, as soon as word got out that a certain group of someones had brought alcohol, it was as if everyone I'd ever seen was all packed into our (admittedly quite large) apartment.

I suppose I couldn't complain too much though, things weren't getting completely destroyed and we'd kept our actual rooms locked so no one could get in. Also, basically everyone on campus knew who Bokuto was so it wasn't as if most just turned up for turning up's sake, they wished him a happy birthday at least.
Speaking of Bokuto, as I peered over my cup I could see that he was enjoying himself, talking to a few people from his classes and laughing like there was no tomorrow. If he was enjoying himself, that's all that really mattered to us so I guess it wasn't too bad.

I let a grin slip to my face as I brought my cup full of water to my lips again. Bokuto's expression when he and Akaashi had got home was priceless. He'd looked so ecstatic and had grabbed on to Akaashi like his life depended on it, though I knew Akaashi didn't mind the bone-crushing hug that his former captain gave him.

"Masochist." I mused under my breath.

"Talking about yourself there eh?" I jumped, not realising Kuroo had cone to stand beside me. I relaxed as I registered who it was and gave an exasperated sigh.

"This is all your fault, pain-in-the-ass-Kuroo." I copied what Akaashi called him on a daily basis, just dropping the honorific that Akaashi always added.

"Yeah yeah, but the big guy is happy so leave me alone." Kuroo snickered, shaking his head. I whacked the top of his stupid rooster head, making him grumble and sip the vodka/lemonade concoction I saw being made by Konoha earlier.

"I suppose." I mumbled, finishing the rest of my water and setting it down. Kuroo glanced at my drink and wrinkled his nose.

"Just water? Oh my God Tsukki you're so lame." He laughed, offering out his drink. "Go on, at least have a sip and tell me how it is. There isn't even that much vodka, I swear."

"Kuroo you have to be 20 to drink. I'm 19."

"You're just a year off, plus it's not like you're drinking straight vodka. There's more lemonade than there is alcohol, Konoha-san got the quantities mixed up." Kuroo shook his head, his inner nerd probably going insane. Knowing him, Kuroo would probably have been able to get it right at a first glance. That guy was too smart for his own good.

I hesitated before finally biting the bullet and taking the cup off him, bringing it to my lips.
"You're the worst senpai, I hope you know this." I grumbled before taking a sip of his drink. I blinked, the burning sensation of the vodka mixing nicely with the fizzy lemonade.
"...huh."

"Good right? I told you- hey! Stop drinking it, bastard!" Kuroo scowled as I took another gulp, quickly taking the cup away. "Go get your own."

"Can't be bothered." I hummed back, leaning against the counter as I watched Hinata try to drag Kenma away. I could hear his annoying voice yipping 'Toss! Toss! Toss!' from the other side of the room and could only feel pity for the YouTuber.
I looked around a little more before pushing off the counter, the loud noises of the party making my head thump.

"I'm going to bed. It's too loud now." I gave a little wave to Kuroo, stopping only when I felt him grab my wrist.

"Can I stay in there with you? I should probably get some studying done."