Mood swings
Kuroo had apparently chosen the worst possible moment to look down at his phone. Or maybe the best -- because, this way, he was completely surprised by the loud ringing-out of a very familiar voice.
“Hey hey hey! Tetsurou!”
Kuroo was already grinning before he even saw Bokuto, all 185 cm of him stretched to the tip of an arm waving above the commuter crowd. Kuroo returned the wave and opened his arms in a universal gesture.
“Tetsurou!” Bokuto yelled again, closer, and he launched himself into Kuroo for a rough, wrestling approximation of a hug.
“The heck are you doing here so soon?” Kuroo asked. He gave Bokuto a fond whack to the arm. “I wasn’t expecting you ‘til the six o’clock train.”
“Knew you’d be here early, you nerd, so I thought I’d surprise you!” Bokuto’s grin faltered abruptly. “Unless, uh.”
“No! No no no, this is great Bo-chan,” Kuroo assured, and Bokuto’s face split into his signature radiant grin again, even as he rolled his eyes.
“That nickname,” he sighed, looking to the sky in a gesture of supplication.
“The fuckin’ best nickname,” Kuroo said.
Bokuto scoffed. “Yeah, whatever.” He jerked his chin in the direction of the exit. “Let’s get out of here, man! Places to go, things to see --” He perked up. “Hey, you live near Kenma, right?”
“Yeah, sure.” Kuroo tried to take Bokuto’s bag, playing the gentleman, but Bokuto held on to it and Kuroo gave up after a brief, undignified scuffle. “He got a new game on Thursday, though, so it’ll probably be hard to drag him out for too long. Besides,” he added, with a leer, “that way I get you more to myself.”
Bokuto laughed, at that, and bumped his hip against Kuroo’s as they waited for the bus. His mood seemed to drop precipitously on the ride back to Kuroo’s home, though, and he didn’t react to Kuroo’s joking attempts to draw him back up.
“You’re weirding me out,” Kuroo finally announced, walking up the driveway. He fished for his key in a pocket. “Did I do something?”
Bokuto blinked, wide owl eyes. “What? No! Of course not!”
“Then why are you acting so bummed?”
To Kuroo’s surprise, Bokuto’s reaction wasn’t to immediately confess or dissemble -- instead, he turned red to the roots of his hair and mumbled something under his breath.
“Uh?”
“I said,” Bokuto kicked at the back of Kuroo’s shoe, “that I wanted to hold your hand but I wasn’t sure if you’d wanna.”
Kuroo stared at him for a moment. Then; “Idiot,” he said fondly, and he pulled Bokuto over the threshold by the hand.