I have always loved you

Bokuto stared out of the long glass window of his office, his hands hanging lazily by his sides. His eyes scanning the huge city of Tokyo, which was shining under the starry night. His mind travelled through different dimensions of his memories, reminding him of his high school days when he used to be one of the Aces of his favorite sport, volleyball. He wished to play it sometime again but his busy life wasn't really being fair to him.
A soft knock on the door brought him back to reality as he hollered a "Come in" to the visitor. He wasn't supposed to have visitors at this point of time. The door opened to reveal a bed-headed gentleman in red suit with a large grin plastered to his face. Bokuto blinked twice to make sure he was seeing alright. Then a huge smile appeared on his face as he rushed towards his visitor, wrapping him in a violent hug.
"HEY HEY HEY KUROOOO!" he yelled. "Long time no see!"
"Same as ever, aren't you, dumb owl?" Kuroo said, laughing and patting his back. "Loud and obnoxious, as always."
Bokuto pulled away and frowned. "That's not how you greet your childhood friends, do you now, black kitty?"
Kuroo smiled. "Its been years we've seen each other. You have no idea how glad I am to see you again, Bokuto. Schedule has been so busy, I don't even have time to take a dump these days."
Bokuto cackled. His best friend had not changed a bit after all these years. Kuroo has always been this blunt about everything and that's what he likes about him.
"I know exactly how you feel, bro. At least you managed to keep contact with everyone. I am embarrassed about the fact that I didn't even try to do so." Bokuto flushed a little, running a hand through his hair, as an act of nervousness.
Kuroo laughed and patted his shoulder. "Don't be like that, owl. I haven't contacted anyone in our group either, except for Kenma."
Bokuto gave him a sly smile. "Kenma huh? I knew you both were meant for each other. Childhood friends and—"
A loud smack followed by a "ow", both of them cracked up. Kuroo had his cheeks reddened. "It's nothing like that. We just happen to live together."
Bokuto gasped. "Live together? You can't be serious!"
"Stop reacting so much, you big jerk!" Kuroo says, reddening up more. He slumps down in one of the chairs. "Its just been a year now."
"Right." Bokuto says, pushing a glass of water towards Kuroo. "Here have some water. It will help lightening up your reddened face."
"Than—" Kuroo started saying, then realizing he picked a pen from the stand on the table and threw it towards the white haired male. The latter burst out laughing.

After a short conversation, they decided to have dinner together at a restaurant nearby. Bokuto directed his secretary about the leftover work and then left with Kuroo.
"I was wondering, why Nissan?" Kuroo asked, while digging into his pork cutlet.
"What do you mean?" Bokuto asked, slurping his ramen.
"I mean why didn't you pursue a career in sports?" Kuroo inquired. “You loved volleyball. Its really unusual for you to do something out of the way."
Bokuto stared down at his food, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore. Then looked up at Kuroo, giving him a small smile. "Guess my preferences changed over the years. I really like my job."
"Do you really?" Kuroo asked rather too quickly.
The truth was Bokuto still regretted his decision of not pursuing a career volleyball. After graduation, he almost suffered from depression for a period of time. He couldn't believe the fact that he wouldn't be able to play with his team anymore. His team became his family. He wanted to play again. With everyone. Especially a certain someone.
"You liked him even back then, didn't you?" Kuroo asked, softly.
Bokuto grew silent. He finished his bowl and ushered the waiter. He gave his card to him.
"Bokuto!" Kuroo said, trying to get his attention.
"Yeah..."
"Don't tell me..." Kuroo's eyes widened. "...you still like him?"
Both the boys walked out of the restaurant in silence. Bokuto really wanted to change the topic. He didn’t wanna talk about him right now.
“You should visit the old neighborhood once in a while.” Kuroo spoke, softly.
“W-why do you want me to do that?” Bokuto stuttered.
“You know right your mom’s still there?”
“I-I do.”
“Then do it, dammit. Go meet her. Spend some time out of your goddamn business schedule as well, you big baby!”
Bokuto sighed. Kuroo was right. He hasn’t been home in years. He did talk to his parents once in a while and they did nothing but blabber about him finding someone and get married. He was determined not to involve himself into romance for the time. Or so he tried convincing himself.
“Fine. I’ll do it.” he managed to say.
Kuroo’s eyes lit up. He hugged him tight. “That’s my man! Mrs Bokuto is going to be so happy!”
“Yeah yeah…” He said, rubbing his neck. Kuroo gave him one last hug before bidding him goodbye. On that note, Bokuto drove back to his apartment.