The Sunrise and Your Sins

Chapter 9

There wasn't anything very special about the apartment, it seemed like the type of place a person would crash at for a night or two then leave. A small but functional kitchen, a modestly sized living area with a couch and a TV. As you continue further into the apartment, you see a quaint bathroom with a standing shower, and a bedroom barely big enough to fit a full sized bed.

"There's some pillows and stuff in the hall closet. And some extra clothes in the bedroom." Kuroo says, setting his keys on the counter and pulling out his phone. As you reach for a light switch, Kuroo stops you. "Wait, don't. We shouldn't make it look like anyone's home, just in case. At least until I hear back from Kenma."

Although his paranoia seemed a bit much for you, you knew that it was for a good reason. If the Nohebi Clan was enough of a threat to make your father go into hiding, no precaution was too extreme.

"I'm gonna go change." You call out to him, grabbing a spare shirt and pair of men's boxers from the bedroom closet. You gently close the door, beginning to strip off your party outfit and changing into Kuroo's clothes.

After taking a moment to recollect your thoughts, you decide there was no use worrying about things that were out of your control. Your mother and father, the race that you volunteered for, even the party you just fled from. What was in your control, however, was the bed.

"I'll put some sheets on the bed." You shout out to Kuroo once more, grabbing the pillows and sheets from the closet. It felt almost hotel-like, the way everything was pristine and untouched. At least you knew this wasn't the sort of place Kuroo took other girls.

"Perfect." You say, fluffing the pillows one last time, then stepping back to admire your work.

"I heard back from Kenma." Kuroo says, pushing the door open and entering the room. He flops onto the bed, ruining your perfect sheets and collapsing your freshly fluffed pillows.

You sigh in annoyance, closing your eyes to keep your cool. "What did he say?" You ask, sitting next to Kuroo.

"Everything's all good. Daishou and his guys showed up, asked for us. Oikawa and Kita were waiting for them, so they barely even made it past the front door. Told them we left a while ago, and that they didn't know where we went." Kuroo rubs his forehead with his hands, pushing his hair back. In the dim light that radiated from the street lamps outside, you could see the exhaustion in his eyes.

"No one got hurt? Are they still out looking for us?" You ask, your brain going a thousand miles an hour.

"Everyone's fine." Kuroo says gently, taking your hand. "From what Kenma knows, they gave up looking for us and now they're trying to find your dad. I think they're assuming I brought you to them."

You breathe another sigh of relief. The two of you were finally in the clear, finally safe, at least for tonight. "So we're okay? At least for now?"

"For now, yes. In the morning Kenma will let me know if we're all clear to go back to your place. But for right now, we're safe." Kuroo says, turning over to face you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your thigh.

"We're safe." You whisper to yourself, running your fingers through Kuroo's unruly black hair. The moment of calm being shared between the two of you is disrupted by a loud rumbling from your stomach.

"You hungry?" Kuroo asks, grinning against your leg.

"Maybe." You say, realizing how hungry you've been all night. Is eating at parties still not cool, or was that only a high school thing? You didn't see anyone else eating at Bokuto's, so you assume it still wasn't. Or maybe you were too worried about everyone staring at you to notice if anyone was eating.