Kuroo is sprawled on the couch at the garden, way too drunk for his own good.
The chatter of people talking at the party inside the house like the buzzing of bees hangs in the air. But that doesn't matter because Kenma's monotone humming is all he can hear above all the noise.
All he can see through his hazy eyes is kenma, with his hair in a ponytail that is coming undone, gently smiled at him and suddenly kuroo doesn't know how to breath. All of his senses are being filled with kenma.
How Kenma smells like cinnamon and vanilla.
How his touch could spark warmth to Kuroo's heart.
How his calm voice like a still lake can immediately ground him from his all too consuming thoughts.
He suddenly wonders how did Bokuto convinved him to throw a birthday party when he can just spend it with his love. Before he can ponder more about it Bokuto rushed outside and broke the tranquility with his boisterous laughter.
"Heyheyhey! What are you doing outside bro??? The star of the party can't just sulk here alone in this fine evening!", Bokuto whined as he leaned his heavy body to Akaashi for support.
Kuroo raised his brow at his friend while trying to keep his temper in check. Maybe Bokuto must have drank too much to not see Kenma at his side but Akaashi?
Honestly, Kuroo's patience is running thin. Recently, it feels like every body looks at him with pity and when he turns his back to them they continue to whisper amongst themselves.
Like they know something that he doesn't and nobody is willing to share.
It must have shown in his face because Akaashi immediately asked what's wrong. So he took a breath and asked the question that was bugging him for the whole year already.
"Do you guys know why people are always whispering behind my back and keeps on giving me looks of pity as if i lost something important?", Kuroo searches their eyes for an answer and continued.
"Why do you guys always ignore Kenma as if he doesn't exist! He is just right here! Next to me!", he took another deep breath before he continued.
"Just why? Did he do something wrong? Because I think it's unfair for Kenma to be dealt with this kind of treatment from you guys when all he did was fucking breathe."
Kuroo felt Kenma rub circles his back and he tried his best to recollect himself from his outburst.
There was a long silence that hung in the air along with those looks of pity that Kuroo is so sick of.
Just as he was about to demand answers from them Akaashi broke the silence.
"Kuroo," his voice barely above a whisper, "Kenma's dead."