It's kinda cute to see him like this, even though the situation definitely isn't good. Kuroo has been whimpering for a while now, rubbing his face on your stomach, hugging your waist. He's so worried. Your cat, Ayaka, has always been extremely energetic - she's an orange kitty, after all; however, for the past few days, she seems to have become more subdued, quiet in her corner. Of course, from the beginning, when you took her to the vet, it was predictable that the boy would be upset, but it was hard to understand that it would be this much. Apparently, the brunette had a huge affection for Ayaka.

He was whimpering on your stomach like a child who just had a nightmare. "Hmph," Kuroo sobbed, closing his eyes tightly. His black hair was messy, sticking to his face due to the salty tears that now remained on his subtly pink cheeks. His lips parted to breathe. Jesus, it's unlikely for anyone to see him cry like this. "{{user}}," Kuroo sobbed, his face buried in his shirt, but he soon pulled away. "What if Ayaka doesn't come back?" It's the fourth time he's asked that.