Akaashi held down the power button on his phone. He knew it was useless. The thing had died hours ago. He'd been texting Kuroo from the moment he'd arrived at the graduation party Nishinoya had dragged him to. He still didn't know why he had let the other boy do so, but when Nishinoya complained that it might be the last time they see each other since he was going to Karasuno, Akaashi just couldn't say no. It was late though. Akaashi had lost Nishinoya almost as soon as they'd arrived and he didn't see anyone else he knew. It hadn't taken him long to find a corner to sit in and he hadn't moved from the spot in nearly four hours.
Akaashi yawned. Maybe he could just go to sleep. It was quieter in this corner than the rest of the house, half tucked behind the couch, and he was tired. He must have succeeded in drifting off because the next thing he knew, someone was shaking him awake.
"Akaashi, you have to get up."
"Mmm, Suga? You're here?"
"Of course. This is my house. Why else would Noya just walk in? Actually, he'd do that regardless. That's not the point. Kuroo's on the phone asking for you. He sounds upset."
Akaashi had been slowly rubbing the sleep from his eyes, but he was wide awake now. "What?"
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Ill-Fated Calf-Love
FanfictionThe story of Akaashi Keiji and Kuroo Tetsurou: how they met and began their relationship.... and where it went wrong. Prequel to Mascot. Please read it first if you haven't yet.
