"you really shouldn't be facetimimg bokuto at school, kuroo-san," akaashi said taking another bite of his sandwich. it was lunchtime and bokuto was currently at the airport about to board a plane back to japan, kuroo was facetiming him the whole way.

"was that aghkashee?" bokuto asked on the other end of the phone.

"yep," kuroo replied lifting the phone from the table and placing the camera on akaashi.

"hi akachi!" the silver haired boy chirped.

"hi bokuto-san," akaashi said with a single wave.

"where's kenma?" he asked as kuroo returned the camera back onto his own face.

"in the lunch line," kuroo answered looking over at the lunch line and scanning it over to see if kenma was in fact there, and he was. standing in line on his phone, oikawa standing by him. oikawa seemed to be talking to the blond who was obviously not listening. "with oikawa," he added.

"hm?" akaashi hummed placing his sandwich down and looking over at the lunch line, he spotted kenma then looked back at kuroo, "i'm going to go into the line with him," he said simply standing and grabbing his sandwich, then heading over towards kenma who looked up from his phone and seemed to light up a bit, greeting akaashi from what kuroo could tell.

"dude," kuroo said still watching the line.

"yeah, bro?" bokuto asked, his mouth full of burrito, as he was eating as well.

kuroo looked down at the phone, "i'm pretty sure akaashi likes kenma," he said.

"really?!" bokuto asked loudly, kuroo put the volume of his headphones down two notches.

"yeah, he always wants to be around him, and he's always just tending to him," he said.

"tending?" bokuto asked.

"you know, like, fixing his scarf, or helping pin his hair or handing him napkins, i don't know," he said.

"oh, i do know akaashi, and he's not that good with feelings so maybe that's how he shows it!" bokuto chirped, "right?" he asked finishing up his burrito.

"yeah, that sounds about right," kuroo replied, taking a sip of his milk.

"ah, i don't even have anything to drink," bokuto commented placing his phone on what seemed to be, from kuroos perspective, his lap. "mom!" he called out.

"bokuto, im two seats down from you, stop yelling, what is it?" kuroo heard the familiar voice of bokutos mother say.

"i'm thirsty, can you get me something to drink?" he asked.

"can't you see i'm on a business call?" she asked rhetorically "sweetie," she added as if trying not to be mean then kuroo heard the sound of heels walking away from bokuto. bokutos parents were both wealthy, and as much as they showered bokuto in gifts they didn't give him much attention, they simply gave him things and left, leaving bokuto with unaccomplished needs, it was probably why bokuto loved attention. he picked the phone back up,

"she's always on business calls," he said with a small sigh standing from his seat and walking somewhere, kuroo couldn't tell where.

"hi kuroo," he heard a voice call from in front of him, he looked up to see kenma and akaashi taking a seat at the table.

"oh hey guys," he replied.

"ohayoo~" oikawa called out walking around the table and taking a seat next to kuroo. kenma sighed a bit,

"what's wrong kenma-san?" akaashi asked gently.

"nothing, i'm just tired," he mumbled.

"do you want to rest on me?" he asked.

"hm," kenma hummed a bit before leaning onto akaashi, placing his head on akaashis shoulder, a light red dusting over his cheeks. "thank you," he said.

when kuroo looked back at his phone bokuto seemed to be in an airport store, buying a drink. he bought it and began walking from the store, taking a couple sips. kuroo opened a separate messaging tab, texting the other boy saying, dude, look at the screen he sent, then opened the facetime tab again, placing his phone in a position where he could lowkey capture both kenma and akaashi in the shot. he watched as bokuto mustve gotten his text then he looked at the screen.

"guwah! you were right!" he chirped, dropping his drink, "aw man, i spilled my drink," he pouted, "now i have to buy another one," he whined.

"bokuto!" he heard a voice call on the other side, it sounded like bokutos father.

"oh, that's my dad calling me, were gonna board the plane, so i'll see you later cutie!" bokuto exclaimed with a grin clicking off the call before kuroo could respond.

kuroos phone buzzed with a text from bokuto, no homo, it read.

the ravenette rolled his eyes a bit with a small smile, pulling out his earbuds and locking his phone.

"that was bokuto, right?" oikawa asked as he ate his food.

"yep," he replied simply placing his phone in the pocket of his hoodie. "he's on his way back," he said with a slight smile.

"look at youu, all smiley," oikawa commented with a laugh.

"shut uup!" he proclaimed jokingly, "i missed him here," he said with a small smile. and it was true, school felt more boring without bokuto, maybe he missed him altogether but he didn't let himself think like that. he knew he had a small and childish crush and bokuto and he didn't want it to grow into more than that, because bokuto was in fact, straight.

"how long is the flight?" the brunet asked taking a bite of an apple.

"i'm not sure," kuroo replied.

"look it up," he said, pulling out his phone and replying to a text he had.

"your phone is out, you look it up," he said picking up his sandwich and taking the first bite of it.

"fine," he replied simply, googling the distance between britain and japan. "holy shit,"

"what?"

"it's twelve hours," he said raising his eyebrows, "bokuto, staying still, for twelve hours?" he asked rhetorically with a small laugh, "i can't imagine that," he said.

"poor baby," kuroo said, placing his elbow on top of the table and his chin in the palm of his hand.

"i don't like bokuto! he's just my bro!" oikawa said in a mocking voice.

"shut up, he is," he replied rolling his eyes a little, and looking in the opposite direction, smiling to himself a bit.

"hm," akaashi hummed raising a brow.

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a/n: why havent i updated this until now, idk, imsorry forgive me