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“Bro… you've been crying for 30 minutes,” Kuroo said while looking at Koutarou.
He wasn't exaggerating. Koutarou had been crying while hugging the picture that (F/n) had drew for him for the presentation. It was of two owls, one big and one small, sitting on the highest tree branch of a tree, looking at the moon. From the time he was given the artwork at the end of the event to the entire group currently sitting at a restaurant, Koutarou refused to let go of the picture.
“As if you’re any better, Kuroo-san,” Akaashi defended Koutarou.
The truth was, Kuroo also had a moment similar to Koutarou when Takumi read his poem and showed his artwork.
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Flashback: One week before the event.
“Kaashi-owl!” (F/n) happily greeted her brother’s partner on her mother’s phone.
“Hi (F/n),” Akaashi gave a slight chuckle, “Is everything okay?”
(F/n) nodded, “Everything’s okay! I just have a favor,”
Akaashi raised his eyebrow. “What’s the favor?”
“I was wondering if you could call Takumi’s older brother… we have a presentation event and Takumi won’t present unless he’s there,” (F/n) explained.
“I see,” Akaashi thought about it, “I have a better idea in mind.”
(F/n) made a noise of confusion, “You do?”
“Are you up for a little adventure?” Akaashi asked her.
“Yeah?” (F/n) replied with a bit of hesitancy.
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“Kuroo-san,” Kuroo’s secretary knocked on his office door.
“Come in,” Kuroo said from the inside. Kuroo’s secretary opened the door, “You have two visitors.”
Kuroo looked at his secretary, “Who?”
“One said they are a friend of yours, the other is a little girl,” Kuroo’s secretary explained.
Kuroo blinked before sighing, “Let them in.”
Kuroo’s secretary nodded before leaving. After a couple of minutes, the door opened and revealed Akaashi and (F/n).
“And what do I owe this wonderful pleasure of visitation?” Kuroo said, leaning back against his office chair.
(F/n) was the one to speak up as she walked toward his desk and sat on the chair that was facing him, “Are you free a week from now?”
