“Oh hell no, Bokuto! You are NOT getting all of the meat you son of a bitch!” Kuroo yelled as he aggressively grabbed the back of Bokuto’s collar to prevent him from fleeing and shoving the stolen meat down his throat.

Bokuto grins as he successfully got the food into his mouth, chewing enthusiastically as he tormented Kuroo teasingly.

You watched their chaotic bickering from the side with a sigh, your hands holding a full plate of grilled meat. A fun team BBQ party, they said.