Sacred Hearts|Kuroo Tetsurou

Chapter Twenty Six

I do not support underage drinking. This is simply for the sake of fanfiction and good times.

Have fun reading!

"Ask him, Bro!" 

Kuroo nudged his friend on his ribs, his eyes flickering towards Akaashi who was in the midst of talking to Konoha. Practice was over, and now it was the last day of the training camp. Everyone wanted to get some last minute practices done with other team members — and as a result decided to exchange phone numbers and emails with their newly founded friends.

But these two idiots were doing something else all together.

"No you ask him!" Bokuto shoved Kuroo away from him. 

"No you!"

"You!"

"You!"

"You!"

"No you!"

"UNO REVERSE!" Bokuto exclaimed, pulling an uno reverse card out of his pockets. How it reached there, no one knew.

"That's not fair!" Kuroo whined. "It was you who thought of this, you stupid perverted owl!"

"Bleh," Bokuto made a sound, poking his tongue out and making a ridiculous face, "You lost. Face it, Ku-bro. Besides, I don't want Akaashi to think I'm so dumb."

"I'm pretty sure he knows your IQ is the same as your age already." Kuroo muttered under his breath, making his way towards the Fukurodani setter to ask the question bothering the both of them for hours now.

They even tried googling it, but unsurprisingly accidentally went to a link which screamed 18+. While Kuroo may have watched it alone at home, this was so not the appropriate time or location to do such heinous acts.

"Oi Akaashi," the bed head Captain raised his hand almost owlishly, his signature smirk plastered on his face. "I have a question."

Konoha paused the conversation, his eyes flickering from one to the other with a wary gaze. Akaashi looked emotionless on the outside, but Konoha could see his grip on the volleyball tightening and his metallic blue eyes screaming for mercy.

The wing spiker chuckled nervously, before muttering an excuse me and getting the hell out of there. He had heard rumors about the Nekoma manager getting caught up in their schemes — something about a can of coke, Bokuto's pranks and Kuroo's pants — and didn't want to wait around to find out.

"What is it?" Akaashi asked, already regretting the words exiting his mouth. 

"Hello," Tsukishima's voice broke the temporary silence accompanying them, silently wondering if he intruded on a personal moment between the three of them. He spoke up, hesitantly, "I can come back another—"

"Tsukki! You're on time!" Bokuto cheered, placing his arm on his lower back. The first year visibly jolted with blood rushing to his face, and Kuroo wondered where exactly did the numskull owl place his hand.

"Now, for the question!" Bokuto grinned, clapping his hands.

Hayami made her way towards gymnasium one, in search of Kuroo. She needed information on Lev and it appears that the bed-head Captain had information on him. The tall half-Russian was nowhere to be found, and Hayami wondered if she'd have to place trackers on them the next time they had a training camp in such a big school such as Shinzen.

The small ginger head—Hinata Shouyo— didn't know where he was either. And neither did Yaku, Kai, Inuoka or Kenma for that matter.

"So, if you're taking a shit, isn't it basically anal?"