It was the little things. They were just little fights at first, but then it became something more. Coming home late, going right to bed, never seeing each other, never being home.

It was the same routine. Kuroo would come home late, you’d be on the phone, and suddenly there’d be another fight. You didn’t recall the reason anymore.

Your collective yelling filled the apartment, all until Kuroo ran his fingers through his hair, looking conflicted. “… I don’t know if I can do this anymore.”