Ill-Fated Calf-Love

Akaashi

He didn't see Kuroo for a week after that night. It had been a drunk driver, swerving across the median into the wrong lane, hitting Kuroo's dad head on. The doctors had put him in a medically-induced coma to fight the swelling in his brain and Kuroo spent every day by his dad's bedside from the beginning of visiting hours until the nurses politely, but forcefully kicked him out. With no sign of improvement and the chances looking grim, the doctor's were given the okay to pull the plug on the eighth day. It only took minutes - three to be exact - before he was gone.

Akaashi heard the details from Kuroo's mom, Kuroo himself too upset to do much more than cry and sleep. Akaashi stayed at Kuroo's the next four days until the funeral. His mom didn't want Kuroo to be alone while she handled the details. At his request, Akaashi attended the funeral with Kuroo for moral support.

His mom had the rest of the week off, so Akaashi didn't see Kuroo until Sunday night five days later. Kuroo's mom couldn't stand to stay home and grieve, so she'd talked to Akaashi's mom and set it up for Kuroo to go with them to Akaashi's grandparents for a month. Kuroo was still grieving heavily for his dad, but Akaashi could see the chinks where he slowly started to open back up. He didn't question it when Kuroo reached for him needing a hug or pull back when Kuroo yanked him in for a kiss. He simply held him and gave what Kuroo silently asked for, feeling the pain in each of Kuroo's actions and letting him draw strength from Akaashi's touch.

Oikawa and Iwaizumi checked in a couple times through texts and calls and Kuroo stayed at Yaku's during the day while Kuroo's mom was at work after she picked him up from Akaashi's grandparents. Akaashi's phone lived on the charger for the two weeks he was left at his grandparents without Kuroo. They stayed on the phone constantly except when Yaku dragged him out of the house to play football, the only thing that seemed to put a smile back on Kuroo's face.

It was the longest Summer Akaashi had ever experienced. The two weeks he was away from Kuroo were almost never-ending. He got back the weekend before school started. His parents had moved them into their new house while he was at his grandparents. Now that they lived too far apart to walk to each other's houses, Akaashi's mom had to drop him off at Kuroo's with a promise to pick him up the following afternoon.

They cuddled for a while on Kuroo's bed, some random movie playing in the background. Kuroo pressed his lips to Akaashi's and Akaashi kissed back eagerly, hoping to take some of the pain. Kuroo didn't pull away this time, instead trailing his lips down Akaashi's jaw and neck.

"Kuroo? What are you doing?"

"Please, Akaashi. I need something more. I need a distraction. Just... Please." Kuroo looked up at him and Akaashi could feel the hurt and desperation in his eyes. Akaashi knew he wasn't ready to go that far, but he'd already let Kuroo down once. He couldn't let him down again.

"Okay."