"if they see us in a group of four we'll get in trouble," iwaizumi said crossing his arms over his chest.

"oh, who cares," oikawa said, "the worst they can do is kick us out," he said in a light tone waving his hand a bit.

"if we get kicked out, i'm going to kick you," kuroo said subconsciously as he scanned the food court for that familiar owl-like hair- his breath caught in his throat for a split second as he spotted him. he was waiting in line at a subway across the court, "bokuto!" he chirped loudly standing from his chair. nearly everyone in the food court was now staring at him.

the silver haired boy pivoted on his heels upon hearing his name, they locked eyes for a second before bokutos eyes lit up, "kuroo!" he called back, he left his place in the line running towards the ravenet, his arms wide open.

"wow, i love the notebook," oikawa said sarcastically watching the two.

kuroo opened his arms wide open waiting for the shorter boy who leapt into his arms, knocking them both down. kuroo opened his eyes from his wincing state to see bokuto above him, "ow, fuck, bro," he said bringing his hand up to his head, propping himself up on one elbow. he rubbed the back of his head a bit. bokuto adjusted himself so that he was sitting beside kuroo on the floor, their legs still overlapping.

"shit, sorry," bokuto furrowed his brows a bit, "but kuroo!" he began, a wide smile spreading across his face.

"but bokuto," he replied, sitting up.

"hey! i missed you!" bokuto chirped with a grin, he punched kuroo in the shoulder lightly, "it's been forever!"

"it's only been two weeks," akaashi said.

"aghkashi!" he chimed, "hi oikawa, iwaizumi!" he said waving at them, iwaizumi waved back and oikawa gave a single wave before saying,

"as endearing as this is," he began, "i still haven't gotten anything to eat," he said with a small dramatic sigh.

"unless you want something off the dollar menu, i'll cook at home," hajime said standing from his seat.

"ah, the pains of forgetting my wallet," oikawa said rolling his eyes briefly.

"i can treat us to something!" bokuto proclaimed before standing from the ground, helping kuroo off of the ground afterwards. "cheesecake factory?" he suggested.

"that sounds great," oikawa agreed, "room in the limo for one more?" he asked, "kuroos car is tiny," he complained blandly.

"is not," kuroo protested.

"you can all come in the limo," bokuto suggested.

"i don't want to come back for my car," kuroo said.

"you don't have to, i'll have someone drive it to your place," he said with a slight smile.

"sweet," kuroo said accompanied by his signature hooked smile.

"damned rich people, hm?" iwaizumi said with a small laugh.

"akaashi," kuroo said.

"hm?"

"go grab kenma and meet us back in the front parking lot," he asked placing a hand on his hip.

"okay," he replied simply standing and beginning to head off towards the lobby.

"well, lets go!" bokuto exclaimed.

"shouldn't you let your parents know where you're going?" iwaizumi asked as they started walking.

"i'll just text them when i get in the car," he said. so they made their way through the airport towards the front parking lot, where a solid white limo was waiting. a man hopped out, opening up our doors and allowing us in before getting back into the drivers seat.

they waited a couple minutes for akaashi and kenma before kuroos phone rang, he fished it out of his pocket answering it. "hello?"

"hi, kenmas anxiety is acting up a bit and he doesn't want to go to the restaurant, so i'm just going to take your car and take him home, if that's okay," he informed the boy.

"oh, alright, tell him i'll bring him something back, and i'll bring you something,"

"thanks," akaashi said, "okay, bye," he said followed by a brief 'bye' from kuroo and the end of the call.

"akaashi and kenma aren't coming," he informed the group, "oh, uh, and bokuto you think you could have one of your guys take my car keys to them?" he asked pulling his keys from his pockets and handing them to bokuto.

"sure thing," he replied handing them to the driver with a few words, who handed them to someone outside of the limo window.

"where's the tv?" oikawa asked, crossing his leg over his other.

"it doesn't have one," bokuto said as the limo drove off.

"drinks?" he asked.

"i have soda," he replied.

"no champagne?" he whined.

"i don't really drink, oikawa," he replied with a small laugh.

"quit harassing him," iwaizumi said sternly.

"quit telling me what to do," he bit back.

"shut up," he huffed.

"make me," oikawa mused, a smirk spreading across his lips.

"please don't have sex in my limo," bokuto said distastefully, still in a slightly lighthearted tone. kuroo let out a laugh,

"they would," he said.

"the seats are decently comfortable, soo~" oikawa said lightly leaning over a giving iwaizumi a soft peck on the cheek.

"no, we wouldn't," iwaizumi said, shrugging off the brunet, the red spread across his face completely betraying his voice and facial expression.

"we totally would, though," oikawa protested. shortly after they began bickering, kuroo rolled his eyes a bit looking over at bokuto who was looking out of the limo window.

he scooted a tad closer to him. "i missed you, bro," he said with a smile.

bokuto looked over to kuroo, smiling a bit, "i know, i missed you too, broski,"

"did you just call me broski?" he asked with a laugh.

"i did, didn't i?" bokuto asked rhetorically with a few laughs.

"i missed your laugh," kuroo said unconsciously. realizing what he had said, his cheeks heated up a noticeable amount, as did bokutos. he let out a few awkward laughs before saying,

"no homo?" he asked palming the back of his neck a bit. kuroo looked away from him and out of the window.

"ehh,"

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a/n:

ehhhhhhhh

half of the homo