AN: As a celebration of the long-awaited return of Haikyuu!! I am just gonna fucking send it. Here is an update. It's short and shitty but in a frantic newly awakened fervor I wrote this chapter like 3 seconds ago in .05 seconds. Episode 1 of Season 4 To the Top (Haikyuu!!) just aired yesterday and I'm living. Was gonna wait and just spam update but I'll save that for later.
Enjoy ;3

In the Star Boy Suite, as Yamaguchi so eloquently dubbed it, they all gathered around. The wall looking out across the city was made of glass, granting a panoramic view to all who stayed in the living room or stepped onto the vast balcony, and they lounged across the L-shaped sectional couch and love seats enjoying the view.

"I imagine that outside in the lounge chairs, around that table with the ashtray, is probably where you're supposed to smoke those," Tsukishima sneered.

"I am a rock star, Kei-chan, I can smoke inside the hotel room if I want," Oikawa replied petulantly. He took another drag from his backwood, breathing in deeply before passing it off to Yamaguchi. 

"Look, Nickleback, just because you're a rock star doesn't mean you immune to smoke alarms," Tsukki grumbled as Yamaguchi took a quick hit. His cheeks puffed out before released a dense cloud of smoke and he sucked it back in quickly. Oikawa released his breath after holding it and slumped back in his chair as he watched the smoke billow from between his lips at last. A single weak cough followed.

"Yamaguchi, ghosting it will not get you half as high," Oikawa said, staring at the ceiling, ignoring Tsukishima now altogether.

Tsukki snorted, "Don't you mean french inhaling?"

"Well, he breathed it in through his mouth, not his nose. So, no, I call that ghosting." Oikawa said.

"Bro, that's when you hold it until no more smoke comes out," Kuroo said, taking the wood from Yamaguchi. Akaashi sat next to him, wearing a giant cat-dog graphic tee and bicycle shorts. He had his hair half up in a messy knot like the night before. 

"Isn't that zeroing it?" Yams asked, coughing into his arm.

"Either way, I call it cancer." Tsukishima shrugged.

"Oh, hush you," Akaashi chimes in and rolled his eyes. "Smoking weed has never caused cancer."

"Eh, I'm sure smoking backwoods does occasionally," Kenma pointed out, and Kuroo laughed, choking a bit.

"He has a point there," He shrugged. "One time I woke up after smoking a couple and coughed up a fat loogie." Kuroo took a small hit and passed to Kenma, before placing his arm behind Akaashi. There was no contact, Kuroo was careful of that, yet Akaashi still tensed and blushed as if he were in his lap again. 

"Bro! I remember that!" Bokuto exclaimed, sitting up in the love chair. He slammed one hand on the arm of the chair and extended the other with a pointed finger.

Yachi gasped. "The hell you mean 'a couple?'"

Kenma snorted and took a hit as Kuroo replied indignantly, "The hell you mean, 'the hell you mean a couple'?!"

"Who all threw in? Like who were you smoking with?" Yachi shot back.

"I think it was just me and Koutaro."

"'Koutaro and I,'" Akaashi corrected, as Kenma exhaled, and handed off the blunt to Yachi finally. Kuroo scowled but didn't reply.

"Well that's probably why you hacked up something nasty," Yachi shook her head, and Kiyoko smiled. Yachi held up the backwood, offering it silently.

"Wait, what are we talking about?" Akaashi asked, tilting his head in thought as Kiyoko held a hand up in refusal. "I was washing my face."

"We were talking about whether or not french inhaling or ghost inhaling would get you higher than simply zeroing the hit," Kiyoko replied, leaning back to let Yachi reach over her. Akaashi took the wood gingerly. It was small and he could feel the heat burning his mouth and throat. Next time, he would remember to have Kenma to pass it while everyone else bickers since he smoked the entire damn thing silently. Fucker. 

"That's easy. Just holding it in your lungs gets you way higher," Akaashi said, taking a hit. He leaned forward, blowing the ash away from the end over the makeshift ashtray--a solo cup with a bit of flat beer. The little cherry glow brightened.

"What? Why?" Kuroo frowned.

"I'm no expert, but it's true your lungs absorb THC in just a couple seconds. I assume that by holding your breath, you'll get more of a head high because you're reducing oxygen flow," Akaashi took another hit, the tip brightening again making him smile as he inhaled.

"There you go again, being fucked up and sounding ingenious," Tsukki muttered, and Oikawa's delayed reaction came.

"In your face, Tetsu-chan!" Oikawa clapped his hands together and pointed, but didn't bother to sit up.

"You have no idea what he just said." Yamaguchi raised a brow, and Bokuto grinned through droopy eyes.

"Don't mind, Oiks, neither do I, honestly." He yawned.

The group laughed, and Oikawa huffed, crossing his arms and turning up his nose. "Okay, now that we just sat there for like an hour smoking and babbling, what do we do?"

"I'll bet money that when Hinata gets back he'll throw a fit that we didn't roll a blunt or something for him," Tsukishima said, eying Bokuto and Kuroo. The two were infamous for running during situations like that.

"You know, you're probably right," Kenma said, pulling out the mason jar of pot and handheld gaming system from his backpack, which sat on the floor between his feet. "I'm not gonna smoke though, so someone else rolls it. I'll play video games."

"Well, who can roll it?" Oikawa asked, staring Yachi down. She twitched in her seat, avoiding eye contact. He rolled his eyes, grabbing the pack of blunts off the coffee table, and threw at her head. "Oi! You're the only one who can roll them."

"Oh, fuck sakes, I guess I will. If it's shit it's not my fault, I'm high as fuck and you're forcing this on me," She exclaimed, taking on a fake uppity tone. She opened the back and pulled a blunt out.

"Okay, well, she's going to take, hmm, maybe ten years, so what to do in the meantime," Oikawa joked, and she threw up her hand with her middle finger up, before starting to break it open down the center.

"Let's play a game!" Bokuto cried.

"Fuck off," Kuroo said promptly, shaking his head.

Bokuto shrugged, muttering, "At least I tried..." He wilted for a bit before suddenly springing back to life. "AHGKAASHI!" He cried out, and Keiji winced at the sudden noise. "Do you still play the violin?"

Yamaguchi gasped. "I fucking forgot about that! You were so good back in the day."

Oikawa blanched, and Tsukishima rolled his eyes. Akaashi fiddled his thumbs.

"He's gonna put us to sleep," Tsukishima said, then, as much as he possibly could, perked up. "Actually, that's not a bad idea. Play me a lullaby. I'm gonna go lay down and nap before tonight."

"What's happening tonight?" Akashi asked, trying to change the subject.

"We're going to clubs, meet fans, be cool," Oikawa said. "Nothing crazy."

"You're lame, don't forget that," Tsukishima said, standing up from the couch, ignoring Oikawa's cry of protest. Yamaguchi scowled over being displaced but then grinned mischievously.

"Let's go to my room," Yams said, running his fingers down Tsukishima's back. "We'll have some alone time."

Tsukishima remained expressionless, but he grabbed Yamaguchi's hand and dragged him towards the door without another word.

"Gross," Oikawa frowned.

"I'm about to yak," Kuroo said.

Yachi finished rolling the blunt and turned towards Kiyoko. A particular look was exchanged, a very obvious one and they both stood and followed Tsukki and Yams.

After the door shut behind them, Bokuto quizzically looked to the others. "Are they all gonna fuck?"

"It would seem so," Akaashi said, praying that he would be forgotten.

"You might as well play now, maybe I'll take a nap on the couch," Oikawa sighed.

"Don't sound so dejected, he doesn't have to play lame music," Bokuto exclaimed, but his phone buzzed. After checking it, he hissed. "Shit, I gotta take this, but I wanna hear you play later on. I'll get you a violin, and if you're still in shape with it, we could probably put you on a new song so you can make a few extra bucks."

Bokuto excused himself and moved to the patio.

"Well, that was fast," Akaashi quirked a brow, pressing his hands against his thighs. "I'm gonna go and find a cafe and try to work on my manuscript some."

Kenma, Oikawa, and Kuroo watched as he stood, and they chorused goodbyes as he walked out the door.

"Ja ne," he said softly, letting the door click behind him. 

After a few moments of silence, Kenma turned to Kuroo.

"You've been in love with him since the day you saw him," he said, expression blank, but his voice lifted like a smile.

Kuroo's head whipped away from the door. "I have not."

"You have, too."

"Have not."

They were quiet again, and Kenma looked back to his game. "Have, too."

"Have not," Kuroo insisted, running a hand through his hair and slumping back in his seat.

Kenma sucked his teeth without lifting his eyes. "You two would probably end up dating if you could get your shit together."

"Are not." Kuroo shot back petulantly.

"Are too."

"Are not."

"Oh, for god's sakes, Kuroo," Oikawa said. "Go ask him on a date before he leaves. You'll probably catch him in his room."

"But–"

"No, you're gonna get your ass up and go to him," Oikawa said as he tossed a pillow at Kuroo's head.

"Okay! Okay, Jesus, I get it, I'm going." Tossing his hands up in the air, Kuroo stood from the couch and moved towards the door. "If I get shot down, I'm blaming you two."

"Fair enough," Oikawa grinned, crossing his legs. "Bye-bye!"

"Whatever," Kenma chimed back.

Kuroo made his way out of the hotel room and down the stairs. He found Akaashi's room and was about to knock on the door when it opened.

Akaashi wore a baseball cap with most of his hair tucked in, and his cheeks were red. He wore a cropped black t-shirt, Fukurodani sweatpants hanging perilously low on his hips, and a jean jacket with fleece lining. An overstuffed satchel hung from his shoulder. He held a pencil case in his hand, and glasses sat on the end of his nose.

"Tetsu-...Kuroo?" He said, using the back of his hand to push them back up his nose.

"Akaashi, sorry to barge in on you," Kuroo said, sounding like it was more of a question.

"Oh, I was just, um, walking out, don't worry." Akaashi laughed lightly.

"Right, right, of course," Kuroo said, placing a hand on the wall by the door, and cringed inwardly. 

Real smooth, dipshit, he cursed at himself. 

"Um, did you need anything?" There was a smile on Akaashi's lips. "Or, were you just gonna break in and snag some weed?"

"Shit, right, yeah," Kuroo sputtered, causing Akaashi to giggle. Kuroo ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "Akaashi, I've been wanting to ask you this for a while..."

"And?"

"Would you wanna go on a date?"