Song Suggestions:
Lose It (Nubbz) – Oh Wonder
Ain't No Sunshine – Bill Witlers
Symphony – Zeds Dead x Charlotte OC
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Kuroo

Kuroo's hot breath essentially dripped with its own brew, the second liquor bottle of the night lay on the ground in a million little pieces. He hadn't drank so heavily since before Akaashi had come back into his life, and now that Keiji had been suddenly and mercilessly ripped from his clutches like a parent confiscating his beloved toy, his void personality stole him away and sunk back into his clothes. He lay on his side, staring emptily at the wall, when the door to his hotel room swung open, illuminating the dreary and temporary cave.

"You're a pathetic idiot." The figure said. In the state he was in the voice couldn't register and the halo of light surrounding him burned his retinas after being cooped up in his little hole of dark, isolated depression for as long as he had. He grunted, rolling onto his stomach, placing his hand on the ground unconsciously to keep himself from rolling off the edge. He felt a small pinch, and the person at the door sighed, before entering the room and shutting the door behind him.
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Oikawa

"Honestly Kuroo, you can be the most belligerent motherfucker that I've ever met." Oikawa scowled as Kuroo's head lolled forward again. He was no use to the band in this state—especially with a bandaged hand—and they only had a few more days before their next show, and it was his turn to take care of Kuroo, although he could've sworn it was actually Tsukishima. They hadn't actually had to be the cleanup crew for an utterly trashed and broken Kuroo in such a long time that their little schedule had dissolved. "Acting like a whiney little bitch..."

What was even worse this time is Oikawa didn't even have a single clue what exactly had happened. Before he took his short vacation in between shows, Kuroo whined about how Akaashi wouldn't answer him, and here he walks back into Tetsu's apartment with heartbreaking déjà vu. He was hesitant to act like something had happened, if he gave up on his usual attitude and sympathize than Kuroo may take a turn for the worst when he was already spiraling.

Had he and Akaashi ended things?

He pulled at the small shard of glass in the unresponsive Kuroo. The idea was bogus in all senses, and he scoffed a bit even at the idea of the inseparable couple even entertaining the thought of breaking it off, but at the same time it was all too realistic. He unclenched the tweezers over the little trash, dropping the glass down, before running warm water in the sink and coaxing the limp hand of Tetsuro beneath it.

"What happened?" He murmured silently, a soft sigh of concern passing through his nostrils as he petted Kuroo's hair gently.

"—Keiji..." Kuroo slurred, his head dipping back with his eyes cracked.

"No, not Akaashi, its Oikawa." He leaned forward, bracing his palm on Kuroo's warm forehead before lifting his eyelid with his thumb pad. Only the whites were visible. Oikawa shook his head, beginning to wonder how exactly he'd get Kuroo back to his room.
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Kuroo

Nothing in particular woke Kuroo that afternoon. His eyes cracked open, slowly, hesitantly, before a gigantic yawn assaulted him. The room was incredibly dark, and he was still far too tired to have processed anything, and he tossed in the unfamiliar sheets reaching out for Keiji, only for his grip to be vacant and cold.

Oh... Right. He thought, groaning as a small throbbing began behind his eyes and grew until he wished to blow his brains out.

His small, frustrated groan turned into outright cursing and spluttering as he stumbled out of his room into the bright living room. He stomped past Oikawa, hardly noticing him on the couch, and slammed his cupboards and refrigerator, swallowing down a few advil before lifting a bottle of whiskey to follow it. Sadly, Oikawa swiftly snatched the bottle away, capping it before tucking it behind him.

"It's so like you to be so at home in a hotel room." He sneered, gesturing to the cabinet where the Advil had been, causing Kuroo to scowl. He twisted the knob of the sink angrily, the water streaming from the faucet. He leaned under the tap, taking a few sips of the water to follow his Advil. Oikawa grimaced, cringing away. "Ew... Tap water..."

"What do you want?" Kuroo hissed, swiping at the bottle behind Oikawa. He evaded him easily tucking it further behind him and pressed his shoulders against the wall.

"What's wrong with you? You haven't been like this in forever." Oikawa's eyebrows drew together as his features softened from the playful smirk once there. His shoulders relaxed and the bottle dangled defenselessly in his hand. Kuroo ran his fingers through his hair, muttering under his breath and averting his eyes as he turned away. Oikawa leaned towards him, turning his ear close and tucking his hand behind it. "Hm?" He teased. "What's that Mr. Mumbles?"

"Akaashi's gone!" He burst out, spinning around abruptly and punching a hole through the wall next to Oikawa's ear. His mocha eyes sizzled beneath the furiosity of Kuroo's golden orbs, and he resisted shrinking away. He took a breath, before his face melted back to his typical demeanor.

"What do you mean Akaashi's gone? You idiots could barely be out of arms reach, he can't just be gone." Oikawa laughed. He shifted his eyes anxiously away, looking at Kuroo's fist that had easily pierced the plaster so very close to his head. God bless the souls of those who get in his way.

"He fucking disappeared, and the only sign of it is that he left a note but it's not him. It couldn't be, that literature idiot is too smart to make the mistakes he did unless he was under incredible pressure. The only plausible explanation that I could come up with is that it was forged by an even bigger dumbass than me." Kuroo said, all in one long breath. He stepped back, withdrawing his fist from the wall and flexing his fingers, blood covering his bandaged palm and now his knuckles as well. "We contacted the police, and they came to investigate, but they didn't find any signs of forced entry or struggle. A day earlier Akaashi had injured himself in his room leaving a few drops of blood but other than that nothing."

Oikawa pushed off the wall. "So it's like he just disappeared into thin air?"

"The police suggested that he might've just left, and even if there was foul play they had no leads at all." Kuroo shrugged, but his deep frowns and unfocused eyes told an entirely different story. "So," He stepped forward, grabbing the bottle out of Oikawa's unsuspecting hand, holding it to his lips and turning his back. "I give up. Nothing I can do."

Oikawa's jaw dropped, disbelief was a blanket over everything. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He snapped, and snuck under Kuroo's arm grabbing the liquor from his lip and running away to the bathroom as quickly as possible.

"You little—..." Kuroo reached out, his fingers just missing Oikawa's shirt. "Really?" He sprinted after him, but Oikawa had locked himself in the bathroom. "Oikawa..." He pleaded, his voice light. "Bro, don't do that, I won't drink it much more today—" The sound of liquid splashing into liquid came muffled through the door, accompanied by Oikawa's voice.

"This is for your own good. You're acting like a twat." He heard the butt of the bottle smack against the counter top and the lock of the door click. It swung open, and Tooru said, "Now, let's get your sappy little relationship back so I don't have to deal with you stupid alcoholic-daddy-abandonment syndrome bullshit."
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Oikawa

In the following few days, everyone worked diligently to make up for Kuroo's limbo-like state, where he hardly functioned except to cry in a fetal position or suddenly was manic, running around designing fliers and posting things on social media and stopping random people on the street with a picture of Akaashi asking, "Have you seen my angel?" in a overwhelming panic. He even grabbed a microphone from someone on the news, yelling about Akaashi before the woman crushed his toe with her heels.

Oikawa couldn't help but giggle at these silly little things. Tragedy was a strange thing, occurring to bring people together or to bring out the best in others so they could shine. Slowly, Kuroo found himself, his frantic attempts of recovery turned into organized and determined moves that were carefully planned, whether or not he actually came up with the idea. They made no legitimate progress, which eroded Kuroo's newly recovered spirit, but on the day of the concert, he called to their fans begging for their help. They roared to life, and soon there was a trending hashtag for Akaashi on twitter and Instagram. The next night, they were called to a talk show to talk about Akaashi.

Oikawa sat back in his seat, watching the glow of light around Kuroo and the erupting fans before them. All Kuroo needed was a little kick in the ass no matter the circumstance, and he could accomplish anything he desired. All Oikawa had to do was keep him going, and keep them all from thinking about worst case scenerios.

(A/N:) Heyheyhey, sooo here's a little character dev for kuroo and oikawa. i hope this doesn't feel rushed, but immediately after this i'm publishing ch18.