Even from outside of your apartment, you could hear the yelling.

"Why can't you just pay us attention for one goddamn second?! Its always Kenma this and Kenma that, well WHAT ABOUT US, TETSURO?!" Daishou screamed.

Your key rattled in the lock, and your arms felt heavy under the weight of the groceries.

The apartment immediately went silent.

"Tetsuro, you don't think about how much it hurts us when you just- do these things! This is the sixth time you've canceled on date night in the past month, and it fucking hurts!" Daishou said, voice breaking.

He didn't bother wiping away the tear slowly slipping down his pale cheek.

"Well, maybe you should stop being so damn sensitive! Kenma's going through a hard time and he needs me; if you actually fuckin' cared about me, you'd understand that!" Kuroo yelled in response.