Kuroo was walking home from practice, confused and a little angry that he didn't see you there all day. No one had seen you. He was heading to your place to see where the hell you were at. He had called you more than five damn times and no response. Same with his texts. Left on seen. That pissed him off. Left on seen? What could you possibly be doing, hiding from your best friend?? It was his birthday and he didn't get one single birthday message. He called you again while walking. Straight to voicemail?? That's a low move. He was starting to worry that you didn't want to talk to him, in reality. But he can't recall doing anything wrong. Strange. He was going to find out what was going on if it was the last thing he did. He scowled as he picked up the pace to your house. This had better be good. His stomach now churned. What if you were mad at him? What if you really didn't want to talk to him.? What if.. This was the end of your friendship? He shuddered at the thought.

He rounded the corner to your house, his heart in his throat and walked up the walkway to your front door. He knocked three hard times and waited with his arms crossed. "I know you're in there, so come on out." He called.