Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 12

Oikawa leaned his forehead against the doorframe as he knocked.

The knock was soft and pathetic, and he wished he could tell himself that it was because he didn't want to disturb the people in the adjoining condo, but in actuality it was because he felt kind of soft and pathetic.

The door opened, "Oikawa?"

Oikawa moved his gaze to look at Kuroo, didn't even try to cover the pout on his face, "Tonight sucks."

"Kuroo?" Oikawa heard Kenma's voice coo from inside, "is that Tooru?"

Kuroo blinked through the half darkness at him, surprised, "are you okay?"

"I'm sorry it's late," Oikawa said, eyes not focusing, "You told me not to be alone when I get like this."

"No no," Kuroo said, swinging the door open, "it's not like I mind." He stepped aside, motioned for Oikawa to come inside, "you just look so..."

"If that's Tooru tell him I recorded that crop circle documentary he wanted to see," Kenma stepped into the hallway as Oikawa slipped out of his shoes. Kenma tapped at his phone, lowering it when he saw Oikawa's face. Oikawa knew that Kenma registered the strangeness of the situation, but Kenma didn't bother to slip away from his placid expression. Kenma didn't pity, and that's part of what made him great. "Are you staying? Do you want to watch it?"

Oikawa raised his head after pushing his shoes to the side. They made Kenma's shoes look like they belonged to a child. "Is that okay?"

Kenma shrugged, "We were probably just going to fall asleep watching a documentary on bees, anyway."

"That would be nice."

"You smell like sake," Kuroo declared.

Oikawa leered up at him, "And you smell like you just crawled out of a hamper. What are those, yesterday's gym clothes?"

Kuroo smirked, "Don't judge my lifestyle. Tomorrow's laundry day."

Oikawa almost chuckled, "I feel sorry for Kenma."

Kuroo snorted, "Me too."

"I'll go make some tea," Kenma said, already turned around and walking toward the kitchen. "Unless you want coffee."

"Tea is fine," Oikawa said, stepping past Kuroo and into their living room.

"Are you sure," Kuroo asked with taunting eyes, "We don't have organic honey with wheat flakes or whatever the fuck it is you drink."

Oikawa stopped, glanced around furiously.

"Oh man, nothing within arm's reach to throw at me," Kuroo said, clicking his tongue and shaking his head, "Damn shame."

Oikawa decided to stick out his tongue while flipping him the bird.

"Aaah, the pain," Kuroo moaned flatly.

Oikawa flopped on their couch and let out a heavy sigh.

"So," Kuroo started, shoving Oikawa legs up so he could sit down, "What happened?" Kenma had wandered back out to the living room, eyes stuck on his phone. Kuroo raised his eyebrows, "Did you kick down the door?"

Oikawa put his hand on his forehead, "I did, yeah."

"And?"

"And," Oikawa said, exhaling and dropping his hand back to his lap, "I kicked down the door, but then he picked it up and beat me with it."

Kuroo winced, "As bad as that sounds, I kind of want to laugh at the visual."

"Uuuhg," Oikawa said, pressing his palms against his eyes and ignoring Kuroo's amusement, "I really thought I had it in the bag there for a moment."