there was a moment of silence in between when akaashi pressed the doorbell and when he heard clattering on the other side of the door, hushed whispers, snickering, and footsteps getting closer. if someone was trying to be sneaky, it wasn't working out for them well.

"uhh, uhm, who is it?" a voice on the other side of the door spoke, clearly joking around. akaashi just stood there, silent as a rock, thinking "hey, you know what would be funny? if i just left, right now? just straight up got into the elevator and just left, but who would do that to his boyfriends? who.... i know who. me, i would do that."

and with that glorious thought he turned around and started heading for the elevator. honestly, he felt like he was acting a bit mean, i mean, all it took was one incompetent professor to ruin his entire mood. no point taking our feelings out on your boyfriends, but at the same time - they know how you feel, just let him in and comfort him.

there was yet another moment of silence in between akaashi pressing the elevator button and the someone swinging the door open in panic. "wait, wait, wait, come in" kuroo said as he rushed out into the hallway, grabbing akaashi's wrist to drag him into the penthouse.

"kinda iconic, not gonna lie. material girl." kenma spoke to which both akaashi and kuroo raised their eyebrows.

"you're speaking a language i cannot comprehend, my dear" akaashi said before he released a long sigh. 

"looks like someone needs a good rant, some warm tea, a massage and a kiss" kuroo said as he wrapped his arm around akaashi's waist, pulling him closer to himself. "it's me... i need that"

akaashi scoffed, getting out of kuroo's grip and placing the grocery bag on the couch. "so many things happened today, i just..." his words trailed off as he sighed again. it wasn't even that bad of a day, just people kept annoying him and annoying him.

"well? tell us! the only thing you texted was that you feel like murder is an option but nothing more" kenma said. he approached akaashi, cautiously, and put his hand on his back, rubbing it slightly. "and while i agree that yes, murder is indeed an option, i feel like we are missing a few points there"

"so first, i wake up and i'm late. i'm never late. i have never been late. but this morning? sure!" akaashi began ranting, around this moment both kuroo and kenma realized that they will be here for a while and so, they sat down, waiting for akaashi to sit down as well. "so i rush out to university and guess who i fucking meet on the way! iwaizumi. which wouldn't be a problem but he is sort of a self-designated course president and i have yet to submit some shit to him so he interrupted me."

"wow, how could he?" kuroo faked a shock but that didn't seem to phase akaashi.

"so then, i go to that stupid lecture and finally i'm happy, i'm good - the professor is gonna tell me about my work! and guess what he does. first of all, he didn't even check it. second, he just took it and glanced at it and immediately found, like, mistakes, which weren't even mistakes because he didn't read it properly!" akaashi confituned going on.

"wait isn't that the same prof who, like, made a student fail the entire course because he lost their work and refused to admit it?" kuroo chimed in.

"yes! that's the same guy! so yeah, after that i ran into some other annoying people like a a guy who cannot take a no for an answer and keeps fucking asking me out!" to these words both kenma and kuroo tensed up.

"who?" kuroo asked.

"names." kenma added.

"no worries. seriously. and then finally, i saw... bokuto at the grocery store." akaashi finished, his voice getting quieter towards the end. bokuto was still sort of a taboo topic, not like akaashi hated him, he could understand his side a bit as well - being influenced and afraid, doing anything to keep your reputation - but kuroo and kenma were yet to accept this.

"ugh, him." kenma scoffed and shuffled closer to akaashi.

"he doesn't seem like an awful guy but the fact that he touched you when you said not to, still kinda irks me" kuroo added. "anyway, we are here for a movie and some games and some quality time with the three of us so..."

"you're right. yes. relaxation time." akaashi tried to relax, he leaned back on the sofa and inhaled deeply while the other two got up to inspect the grocery bag. still, something about today irked him. something about today just made him feel awful. didn't help that he saw that expression on bokuto's face, which, when he thinks about it - was incredibly apologetic. "you know, bokuto isn't as bad as you think he is"

both kenma and kuroo turned around and stared at akaashi for a minute, completely dumbfounded. "if he isn't bad then i am a ballerina", kuroo added.

"well buy a fucking tutu, because he isn't. if he wasn't afraid of the fact that he's not straight... he might be more similar to you than you think" akaashi added as he turned to kuroo. kenma could only watch as kuroo dropped whatever it was that he was holding and held his breath.

he looked at akaashi. then at himself. he pointed at akaashi, then at himself. "me? like bokuto? excuse? in who's actual asshole are you looking at? me? bokuto? alike? that's the biggest bullshit i've heard in my entire fucking life and someone once called me a super straight. akaashi i love you but please never speak those words again, thank you"

"no but really, you're similar" akaashi insisted, completely straight-faced while kenma tried to suppress his chuckles.

"akaashi fucking keiji, what in the actual fuck?" kuroo couldn't even blink.

"dude, i know, weird, but that's because you don't know him. i promise you. he's not as bad as he paints himself to be, if anything, i would have to say that he's actually kinda cute" akaashi gave kuroo a small smile.

"dude i'm..." kuroo put the damn orange on the counter and turned around, taking a deep breath. "okay. okay. convince us. convince us he's not as bad"

"us? convince you! i never doubt a thing akaashi says" kenma scoffed and went to jump on a couch next to akaashi, who immediately pulled him into his embrace. "ah... nothing like cuddling up to some titties" kenma added.

"when bokuto and i would actually talk like proper human beings he wasn't that bad. i bet it's influence and fear. but he's actually quite clever when he's not surrounded by those actual assholes" akaashi started saying, stroking kenma's hair.

kuroo rolled his eyes. "clever? he seems as dumb as a brick"

"well, he is also on a scholarship program. when we would talk during nights he would tell me about a book he has read or about his new research paper he worked hard on. one time he spent four hours talking about some new theory he read when it comes to literature. he has some good shit to say, actually" akaashi began running his fingers up and down kenma's back.

"okay, doesn't excuse that he is a fucking liar and a creep!" 

"one time i almost cracked him. we were talking and i ended up telling him about my invasive parents. he had so many questions about what it's like being openly gay. i mean, everyone here is pretty accepting, apart from that homophobic group of like ten people. though, three of them are definitely not straight, i saw them at a gay club, and hanamaki joined them as a joke" akaashi chuckled and felt kenma's grip around him tighten.

"okay, he might not be as bad but... i still don't like him at all" kuroo sighed, finally placing all the groceries away and sliding on a sofa next to his two boyfriends.

"if you had a chance to know him better, i'm sure you two would actually get along"

"i'm never forgiving him for touching you."

"pretty sure he was desparate for me not to leave him, that's all"

"okay!" kenma suddenly announced. "enough talk! cuddle time!" 

before akaashi could do much, he felt kuroo's hands sliver around him from the behind, and now he was neatly locked in inbetween kuroo and kenma, who both had no intentions of letting go. i mean, who would want to let go when akaashi is the embodiment of perfection.

there were whispers exchanged, kisses sneaked in as both kuroo and kenma felt oddly competetive over who would land more kisses on akaashi. the latter, of course, didn't protest at all, why would he. all this was great and he felt good, so why fight? 

though, good times don't last long apparently as akaashi's phone began buzzing in his pocket. somehow, through many twists and turns he managed to take it out of his pocket. "ah it's my dad"

"answer..." kuroo said, his face still buried in akaashi's neck.

akaashi pressed speaker option. "hello?"

"oh hey there son! what are you up to?" akaashi could hear some sort of shuffling in the background.

"nothing much, just here with my boyfriends. what's up? rare of you to call me" akaashi could feel how the two tensed up at the word 'boyfriends'.

"well, i finished my research paper and we thought you would come over for dinner and--- wait, boyfriends?" akaashi could swear he heard an audible gasp on the other line.

"yeah. so, dinner? when? can i bring them?" akaashi asked non-chalantly.

"yeah, for sure. we wanna meet them too. say, does next week, wednesday work for you?"

"of course it does, dad" akaashi smiled, glad he wasn't making it to be a big deal though akaashi knew kuroo and kenma will be questioned into oblivion with such questions as "what do you want with our son?" and "do you have insurance?".

the two exchanged a few more words before akaashi hung up, to be honest, he was beginning to feel quite uncomfortable in this position but telling the other two would only result in whining.

somehow, in some way, his life was slowly turning towards a direction he always wanted it to go to. and akaashi could not be more thankful than now to have the two idiots by his side.

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my god can you believe it has been like a million years since i last updated? jk. i have an explanation which you will find on my message board very soon! now i'm back and more prepared than ever babyyyyy

hatari.