"A date?" Akaashi said, feeling the way the worlds formed in his mouth more than he had ever before. "I think--"

          "It's a bad idea?" Kuroo deflated, before rambling on. 

          "--I should get changed."

          "I figured you would say no, I'm sorry for--" Kuroo stopped, his eyes raising from his feet with wide eyes. "Wait, what? Is that a yes?"

          "Yeah," Akaashi nodded, taking his turn to look to the ground, red dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears. "It is."

          "Oh," Kuroo said before his eyes got even bigger than before. "Oh!"

          Akaashi's embarrassment fell away, and he looked up with the corners of his mouth lifting up. "So, what are we gonna do, cowboy?"

           "I'm still pretty high," he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "How about lunch and coffee somewhere?" 

          "Sounds lovely," he said, before shrugging his bag off his shoulder. "Let me get ready real quick and I'll meet you in the lobby?" 

           Kuroo nodded vigorously, letting out another, "Oh!" before stepping out of the door frame so Keiji could close the door. Once the door was closed, Keiji pressed his back to it, letting his head fall back. Yamaguchi stood there, toothbrush in hand and in mouth, before throwing it to the ground. He squealed and ran to wrap his arms around Akaashi, who bounced with him a moment before pushing him away gently. 

          "It's one lunch date," Akaashi said, anxiety creeping through him.

          "With Kuroo, Keij!" Yamaguchi said, before turning and running to his room, and Akaashi heard, "Kei, did you hear that?!" just before the door closed. 

          Akaashi dumped his entire suitcase onto his bed instead of rummaging through it. He grabbed his favorite ripped jeans, bootleg cut that hugged his hips and ass scrumptiously, and ripped off his sweatpants. He stuck one leg through without incident, but the next one he lost his balance after shoving his entire foot through the knee. He hopped around trying to pull it out frantically, but wobbled and fell into the lamp.

          "Jesus Christ in heaven and Lucifer's cock, for fuck's sake, that fucking SUCKS!" He screamed, throwing a small tantrum whilst his foot was still stuck. 

          After a moment, Yamaguchi poked his head inside the room. "What the actual fuck?"

          "I'm gonna cry, that's what the fuck," Akaashi groaned and Yams stepped fully into the room.

          "That doesn't make any sense, but, God, you're a mess." 

          "Kill me now, spare me from this horrid life, and all that comes with it," Akaashi whined as Yamaguchi helped him get his foot out of the hole and through the pant leg properly. Akaashi continued to lay there on the ground as Yama rustled through his clothes for a top to go with the jeans. He found a replica of Johnny Depp's cropped football jersey from Nightmare on Elm Street and tossed it onto his face.

          "Please pull your pants all the way up before your flaccid dick makes a cameo," Yamaguchi said, an edge of playful disgust in his voice. "and put that on with your dad's dog tags. You still got them bloody shoes?"

          "The fuck are you talking about? Did I kill someone?" Akaashi asked, grabbing the fabric off his face. He pulled off his jacket and black shirt, pulling it over his arms up to his shoulders.

          "Cardi B?" Yamaguchi paused his rummaging through his stuff with a true look of disgust. "Bodak Yell--Y'know what? Nevermind, did you bring your red Air Force 1's?"

          "No, but I have the white ones, and my red converse," Akaashi put the jersey over his head, and once his head popped out a pair of socks hit him square in the face. "What the fuck was that for?"

          "For being uncultured," Yams didn't even look back. Yamaguchi told him to wear the AirForces. Akaashi finished getting dressed and Tsukki came in with a soda and an extra stool and joined. 

          Yamaguchi flitted around him with brushes and sponges and other shit that Akaashi wasn't experienced with as he did his makeup, giving him an overall natural look save for the whispy fake lashes and red-winged eyeliner. Tsukki rested his chin on Yamaguchi's shoulder and appraised Akaashi for a moment.

          "You'd be so pretty if you didn't look like you were about to fly away with those lashes and be a fratboy groupie who sucked off the football team," Tsukki deadpanned, and Yams found himself nodding in agreement before smacking Tsukki's forehead. 

          Akaashi's face flushed before he also reached out and flicked Tsukki's nose.

          "He doesn't know what he's talking about, Keij, don't worry," Yamaguchi said.

          He handed Akaashi the handheld mirror, turning his head side to side noticing how glowy he looked, and how is slate blue eyes were brighter than normal. 

          "Actually, Kuroo is essentially an alcoholic frat--" Yamaguchi smacked his hand over Tsukki's mouth, pinching his nose for a second. Tsukki's expression didn't change (kinky fuck). 

          "Et voila! All done! Hurry, hurry, wouldn't want you to turn into a pumpkin before the pre-game tonight," Yamaguchi said hurriedly, pushing Akaashi off the chair and towards the door. Akaashi barely had time to grab his red purse before he was ushered out the door, getting a sound smack on the ass as he said, "Go ruin his life." 

          Akaashi jumped a little bit, spinning around to say something snippy but the door had already shut. 

          "Bastard," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his butt a bit before walking to the elevators. He quickly checked his purse for his keys, wallet, hotel keys, and phone as he waited. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through random apps to distract himself as the elevator crept to the lobby. 

AN: I'm a slut for Akaashi and Yams interactions

Also, I did say, "tomorrow" so it's midnight! Expect the next chapter up at some point in the next 12-24 hours since this is about half of what actually is important is basically the fluff at the beginning of the chapter.