Akaashi

     Akaashi's hands splayed out, grasping at the sheets, unconsciously searching for the warmth of his lover. He rolled off of his side onto his stomach, his palms moving about slowly. Kuroo's slumbering body no longer laid next to him, and the more he moved, the more the empty sheets drawing Akaashi into the realm of reality. A soft breeze blew over him, kissing his bare back and shoulders, his curtains billowing into the air of the room, allowing the shadow of trees outside his room to cast over him in a nostalgic way. He shivered lightly, his eyes blinking open.

     As he began to yawn, he squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his face into the pillow to muffle himself as he huffed out air. His eyes popped back open, and he furiously blinked away the bleariness of his eyes. He stretched his arms, rolling onto his back, yawning and covering his mouth once more. He sat up slowly, throwing the satin sheet off of himself. He slid to the side of his bed, pushing himself up off the mattress. Kuroo must have left early that morning to go help Oikawa with tuning the instruments and equipment for their show.

     He approached his small desk pressed up against the wall beneath the window. He pulled open his curtains, reaching up over the sill and pulled down, struggling a moment. "This damn window..." He growled softly, as he adjusted his hands and pressed again, this time, after getting stuck a bit, he managed to shut it. He shook his head lightly, before glancing down at the desk top. His ink and ink pens were neatly placed against the wall, a few small containers holding various items decorated the off-white top. On the left corner, a small note pad laid next to his glass elephant pipe. Beneath it, he saw a small handwritten note, with a small doodle at the bottom.

     He smiled softly, sliding it out from under the foot of the elephant. He unfolded it, a flicker of annoyance washing through him as he noticed the use of his ink pens, although he found he was more amused as he began to read the letter. Kuroo was always unintentionally romantic, leaving small notes or gifts. He often wakes up early, due to his restlessness, and will make Akaashi coffee just how he likes it. If Akaashi is out late to see his publisher, he'll leave little items of food with Akaashi's name on it in one of their fridges. On nights where Akaashi ever didn't feel his best or was sad, Kuroo would sing all his favorite songs while holding him.

But Kuroo, being the goof he is, can be a complete cliché. He'll attempt to make a glorious dinner, and typically fail miserably. One night, Kuroo had burnt their food so badly, when Akaashi came home he and Bokuto were frantically scrambling about the kitchen, screaming as they attempted to douse a grease fire. After Akaashi smothered it, he scolded the sheepish boys in the dim candle light from the counter. He was so angry, but pain in the ass Kuroo said, "are you religious? because tonight, you were the answer to our prayers." He giggled to himself at remembering as he smoothed the crumpled note.

"Keiji, make sure you actually sit down and read my note this time. Wouldn't want you walking into the door frame like last time..." Akaashi snorted lightly. He recalled that morning, and how he began reading the letter as he trudged to get his morning coffee and walked straight into the wall like a dumb ass. He shook his head and continued. "I know you probably wanted me to wake you, but you probably didn't want me to wake you? So I just decided to give you a little sleeping beauty type kiss. You didn't wake up from your drunken little coma, so I decided to write you a little note."

     "I know we might not see each other for... I don't know. Maybe a few weeks? I mean, it's a bit my fault but like mostly yours cause you declined my invitation. (insert salty cat face here.) Anywho, you're gonna miss me, I know. That really sucks, but I hope it makes you feel a little better that I'm for sure gonna miss the shit out of you. You're usually the one who prevents me from strangling Oikawa, but I hope you passed that baton to Kenma. Or Tsukki. But Tsukki likes to watch us fight. His little vicious blonde ass is like some freaky Roman and we're the gladiators. Wow, I'm babbling. You're usually the one to babble when nervous, but here I am, kinda terrified that I'm not gonna be able to lay with you every night or kiss you. But it won't change how I feel, and I know it won't change for your stubborn ass. Distance means so very little when someone means so much. I love you, Akaashi Keiji. I'm coming for you soon.

     Akaashi shook his head. He was going to miss Kuroo more than anything. He stepped back away from the note, leaving it open on the desk. He walked over to the door, picking up one of Kuroo's shirt that was thrown over his bag, slipping it over his head. He chuckled as he looked down at the graphic tee, seeing Ice Cube in his Impala from Straight out of Compton making that iconic sneer. Kuroo loved that shirt, and he would probably secretly cry over the fact he accidentally left it.

He pulled at the hems lightly, so that it covered his turquoise boy shorts in case Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were eating breakfast. He walked down the hall, turning the corner, and entered the kitchen. He and Yamaguchi lived together still due to Yamaguchi's proximity to his job and school and friends, and Akaashi stayed to help with the rent. It was a quaint little neighborhood, with duplexes and regular houses, there was a variety. Some snotty, older folks lived up and down the line in the bigger houses, and regular Joe families resided in the typical home, and most of the younger population lived in the cramped duplexes.

Yamaguchi ended up able to afford a duplex that was actually closer to his studies, but Tsukki wouldn't allow it. Yams never quite explained, but said it was something along the lines of disturbing their neighbors. So Akaashi agreed on living with him still. It was convenient enough, and Kuroo and he switched homes. They lived in the same area as Kiyoko, Yachi, the Haiba twins, and Lev, so it was a nice little life. Akaashi was happy with where he was.

When he entered the kitchen, Tsukishima sat hunched over his breakfast, looking grumpy and tired, and Yamaguchi hummed softly as he cooked. He glanced up at the sound of Akaashi's feet smacking against the floor, and he smiled. "Ahh, Keiji Kuroo made you onigiri." He said, turning and gesturing to the table with his spatula. His hair was clipped back in various places, growing long and in much need of a hair cut.

"What's the filling?" He asked, dropping to his knees at the table.

"Eto, I think it's chicken and fried eggs. I had one, they were pretty good." Yama turned around with his own bowl and plate, sitting next to Tsukki. He picked up his chop sticks, taking a bite of his rice. "Do you want me to make you something really quick? I could it'd be no problem." He said, his mouth full as he pointed back with his chop sticks.

"I'll stick to the left overs, Tadashi, but thank you for asking." He smiled, and before he could even pick up his onigiri, Yamaguchi leapt to his feet, looking at his watch. He squealed a bit, running out of the kitchen carrying his bowl.

"I'll see you later, Keiji, love you Kei!" He called, and the sound of a door slamming resounded through the house. Akaashi and Tsukki shared a look.

"I guess he was late."

"Why did he take the bowl?"