Someday

Tsukki sighed and looked away from Kuroo, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know what Kuroo, maybe we should just break up.” He murmured with an indifferent expression, not looking at Kuroo.

Kuroo tilted his head slightly, his bangs falling over one eye as he regarded Tsukishima. Casual tone. He hummed in his head. Probably joking. “Hmm.” The corners of his lips twitched as he thought Fine. Guess I’ll mess with him a bit the bastard. He opened his mouth and replied cooly. “Break up?” He looked up thoughtfully, hands on his hips. “We were… You and I, even dating in the first place?” He looked back at Tsukki, one hand on his hip now, head cocked to the side. Tsukki was looking at him now and he inwardly snickered at the adorable surprised look on his face. Kuroo’s face fell into it’s usual smirk as he continued. “Well, I mean we fucked, and you are a great fuck, seriously, but it’s not like it meant anything,” he said with a slight chuckle in his voice as he imagined Tsukki’s response.

‘Oh really?’ He would huff as he crossed his arms. ‘Well, I’m sorry to hear that.’. He chuckled again but this chuckle fell short when he noticed Tsukki had fallen silent, arms dropped at his side with a few small tears rolling down his face. Kuroo’s smirk slowly disappeared and he watched as Tsukki avoided his gaze, lightly rubbing the tears of his cheeks with the long sleeves of his jumper. “Ah,” he mumbled, voice lacking any confidence, indifference or snarkiness. If anything, it was the most human Kuroo had heard Tsukishima be outside the bedroom, if that counted. “I just, I thought,” he started before shaking his head slightly. “Sorry, I misunderstood everything Kuroo-.... Kuroo-san,” He said, wiping his face again.

Kuroo felt winded as his chest tightened and a burning sensation started spreading as he responded oh so intelligently with an “Eh?” His eyes were now slightly wider as he felt his body become clammy.

Tsukishima was shaking the slightest and refused to look at Kuroo. “I’m sorry, I won’t bother you again Kuroo-san.” He bowed slightly. “If you’ll excuse me now,”

Kuroo stiffened at Tsukishima’s now tight tone, no longer airy and emotional and he could only watch as impenetrable walls slid back into place. “W-Wait,” he mumbled quietly as he tried to get his body to move as Tsukki started turning away from him. No, wait, this isn’t what I wanted Tsukki- “K-Kei.” He started, voice rising slightly as he took a step towards the blonde. I was kidding, it was a joke. He wanted to say, but none came out.
Tsukki stiffened at the use of his first name, his back to Kuroo. “Goodbye Kuroo-san.” He said in a cold, clipped tone that left no room for anything else to be said, not wanting to hear anything Kuroo had to say, before he took off in long, determined strides.

Kuroo tried to get his body to move, respond, to do anything. But he could only watch yet again, hand outstretched as a boy who shone as brightly and was just as mysterious as the moon, disappeared, with no intention of looking back.

Kuroo was dumbfounded as the weight slowly settled in. “Fuck,” he whispered, hand dropping to his side before he clenched his hands into tight fists. “Fuck!” He yelled. “Argh!!” Frustrated with himself and what had just occurred he did the only thing he could think of to try and get rid of the agitation he was feeling in his body. And so he slammed his fist into the wall.

And that was how Kuroo ended up in the infirmary, crying his heart out to Bokuto, Akaashi and Kenma as his hand was bandaged securely before they could take him to a hospital. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, gripping the front of Bokuto’s shirt as he drenched it with tears, forehead resting on his bro’s chest as his bro had his arms wrapped around him. “I’m such a fucking idiot!” Of course Kenma had berated him and was tempted to agree with that statement, he knew now was neither the time nor place. “Even though he’s such a tsundere and so fucking dishonest, he always accepted my advances and affections and I ruined all that with a fucking joke! I crossed the line so far,” He sobbed.

Bokuto rubbed his back, surprisingly quiet and serious. “I’m honestly surprised you two lasted a month.”
“Boku-!”
“But.” He interrupted Kuroo’s yell or betrayal. “I’m going to help you so you and your crying ass can be happy and be together for longer than a month.” He said, smiling down at him. “You’ll win him back. He’s already put up with you once.”
Kuroo looked up at him with a teary and snotty face, lip wobbling. “B-Bro,”
“How did you two even end up dating?” Akasshi asked.

Kenma sighed a little, Bokuto grinned wider and Kuroo sat up, wiping his face with his good hand. “Well Akaashi, you see,” he began, sniffing as he pulled himself together a bit, in better spirits at the thought of his friends helping him fix this disaster. He gave him a closed eye half smile. “It’s a very interesting story.”