Having followed the man who looked identical to his nemesis into a disorganized communal living area, Kuroo scrunched his nose in disgust as he stepped over a pile of unwashed laundry that was most definitely in the process of fermenting on his way to sit at the table, subtly positioning himself so he could keep an eye on the man and have the most viable escape routes.

Make no mistake, Lord Kuroo Tetsurou is not a coward. He is just a realist and understands that he would be no match for his enemy - currently - in a physical fight. Not just because he lacks his magic at the moment, but because he is in a foreign environment and does not know if there are more of his enemies waiting to attack, unseen to him at the moment.

The energetic man grabbed a tray of styrofoam cups and a box of what appeared to be pastries, setting them down on the table before sitting across from Kuroo. He popped the tab on the lid of his cup, taking a long sip while staring at Kuroo with a furrowed brow. Once his obnoxious mouth was no longer busy sipping the beverage, he decided to speak loudly once more, much to Kuroo's delight.

"Are you sure you're okay, man? You haven't finished your coffee yet or tried to steal the entire box of donuts. What gives?"

Grunting in order to avoid answering, Kuroo opened his own cup and took a long sip, trying desperately to find a response that would both satiate the obvious curiosity on the man's face and have him provide answers on what exactly is going on. Before he could come up with a satisfying reply a door further down the opposite hall they emerged from opened and the sound of approaching footsteps accelerated Kuroo's heart rate. He could do nothing but watch as a tanned arm reached over his shoulder and into the pastry box before a body settled in the chair next to him.

"Bokuto, while I appreciate you grabbing us breakfast, please remember that us normal humans do indeed get hangovers and your average speaking volume is much too loud. Please whisper or refrain from speaking until dinner time at the earliest, for all our sakes." The newcomer groaned, snatching an unclaimed cup and chugging its contents, letting out a satisfied sigh afterwards. "Kuroo is probably still plastered from last night. He did get roped into multiple rounds of speedball with Oikawa, after all."

Perking up at the mention of his friend's name, Kuroo glanced at the doppelganger of the holy knight Iwaizumi, suppressing a snort. With sleep deprived eyes and clad in soft baggy clothes as opposed to his usual armor, munching on a donut instead of aiming for his neck, the man looked much less threatening than he normally does.

As Kuroo opened his mouth to mock the clearly suffering man Iwaizumi caught his gaze, a scowl immediately forming on his face. "Don't even start with your shit, Kuroo. I am not above kicking you and lover boy here out of the apartment."

That comment had Kuroo snapping his mouth shut, glancing warily across the table at the beet red face of his enemy, a mixed expression halfway between horrified and annoyed on the loud man's face. "Iwa! Shut up!"

Iwaizumi did not shut up despite Bokuto's snappy plea. In fact the man shot his king a smile so devious Sugawara would be jealous, the teasing glint in his eyes piquing Kuroo's interest. He unconsciously leaned forward in his seat, ready to watch the chaos unfold, momentarily forgetting about his predicament.

"Oh, you want me to shut up, Bokuto? Well I wanted you to shut up when we first decided to room with dumb and dumber, when we go to the gym together every morning, when we have study sessions, and I especially wanted you to shut up at the party last night when you - "

A lithe arm wrapping loosely around his neck and shoulders cut Iwaizumi off, all three turning to look at the newcomer as he smiled innocently at his armrest. "Iwa-chan, I thought we agreed to let things play out naturally, hm? What you are doing right now is cheating."

Kuroo watched in muted horror and confusion as his right hand leaned in and kissed one of their sworn nemesis on the cheek. Not only did he willingly kiss Iwaizumi but he also let the violent knight roughly shove him away and seemed to even enjoy it.

Unable to keep a lid on his rising panic and frustration over not understanding what was happening, Kuroo chugged the rest of his coffee before standing up and snatching Oikawa by the wrist, tugging him down the hall. "Come on, Tooru. I need to talk to you."

"Oh? First name basis? I didn't realize dominating party games together warranted that level of intimacy." Oikawa hummed, allowing himself to be dragged into the room Kuroo woke up in. Watching with curious eyes as Kuroo closed and locked the door, the tall brunet took a seat on the spinning chair by the desk, doing a few lazy twirls as Kuroo began to pace. He sighed, stilling his chair to give Kuroo a once over. "Joking aside, are you okay, Kuroo? You seem agitated."

Kuroo spun on his heel to face Oikawa, snatching the picture he was looking at earlier to shove it in his face. "Explain to me what is happening here."

Glancing at the picture with a furrowed brow, Oikawa subtly pushed his chair away from Kuroo's frazzled form. "You mean our beach trip? The one we have been doing every summer since we graduated high school?"

"Explain to me, Tooru - "

"First name again? I've gotta tell Iwa-chan and the rest we may be wrong about you."

"Shut up!" Kuroo snapped, watching as the mischief and playfulness disappeared from Oikawa's eyes, replaced with annoyance and concern.

"Okay, seriously. What is going on, Kuroo? You never lose your cool during our bantering or even our arguments, so what gives. What has got your panties in such a bunch this morning?"

Opening and closing his mouth a few times as he tried to gather his thoughts and calm his racing heart, Kuroo collapsed onto the bed he was in earlier, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry for snapping, To - " Kuroo caught himself before he used Oikawa's first name again, noticing how agitated the other had gotten the previous time he had done so despite that having been their norm for years, " - Oikawa, I am just incredibly confused and frustrated right now. Nothing makes sense, everything seems twisted here, and for the life of me I cannot think of anything I did to warrant such a prank from you, Koushi, or Satori. I can't even sense any - and I mean any - magic here! It's so bizarre!" Tugging at his hair with an annoyed groan, he missed the look of genuine confusion on Oikawa's face as he tossed himself backwards onto the bed. "If you tell me what I did to piss you guys off so much and I promise to probably never do it again, can we go home?"

His little vent was met with silence for a couple of moments before the bed creaked with Oikawa's weight, the brunet reaching over to calmly pry Kuroo's hands out of his hair to replace with his own. Kuroo found himself relaxing into the gentle petting from Oikawa, feeling the tension slowly leaving his body.

After a few minutes of Oikawa silently running his fingers through Kuroo's hair, the brunet sighed, shuffling slightly to get more comfortable on Kuroo's bed. "Look, I'm going to be honest with you. I don't know what youre talking about. Are you still black out drunk? Is that what the problem is? You are stuck in some weird waking dream?" Oikawa hummed again, shaking his head. "No, I've seen you black out plenty of times. You never act delusional. Did someone slip something into your drink?"

Kuroo groaned, feeling tears prick the corners of his eyes. He was mortified. He had never cried in front of his subjects, not even any of his three closest advisors.

Well, he thought bitterly, at least it's Tooru and not Koushi or Satori. Tooru knows I have too much dirt on him to go telling anyone how pathetic I am. The other two simply don't care enough about their own reputations, much more focused on causing chaos.

Forcing his eyes open after blinking back as many tears as he could, Kuroo ignored the gasp from Oikawa when he saw how seriously affected the other was. Fuck it, I've already embarrassed myself in front of him, might as well take it all the way.

"I'm scared, Tooru. I don't recognize this place. Nothing except you being annoying feels familiar, I can't sense magic at all, Iwaizumi Hajime and Bokuto Koutarou are acting civil to us just a few doors down, and worse than that... I'm missing body parts! Where the fuck are my horns, my tail, my wings?! And why are my eyes amber?! The fuck?!"

Oikawa stared wide eyed at Kuroo, his hand in his hair slowing down to just mindless movement rather than strategic strokes. He bit his lip, dragging his gaze away from the silently crying man next to him. A beat passed before Oikawa spoke again. "Kuroo...where are we right now?"

"I don't know!" Kuroo huffed, rubbing his eyes roughly.

"Okay, okay. Easier question; what were you doing last night?"

Kuroo paused, thinking back to what he had been up to the previous evening. "I was having drinks with you, Koushi, and Satori. We were discussing what to do about the issues at the northern border. Satori and Koushi had abysmal ideas and you were, quite frankly, useless for the discussion. I dismissed you three when I realized how fruitless the conversation was and then I went to bed before waking up here, in this pigsty."

Oikawa took in what Kuroo said, nodding slowly before untangling his hands from his hair to stand and retrieve the odd silver contraption from the desk, bringing it back to the bed where Kuroo was now sitting with his back against the headrest. Settling in next to the still shaken man, Oikawa opened the device to reveal a glowing screen. Kuroo watched in fascination as Oikawa pressed the keys on the bottom half of the opened device, the screen changing its display of the ocean to a white screen full of words.

Snorting, Oikawa muttered something about Kuroo being a nerd before fiddling with the device a bit in relative silence, barely paying mind to the curious stare of Kuroo. He seemed to have sensed his unvoiced question and answered him, explaining he was using the laptop to search for answers on Kuroo's mental condition, stating his best guess was acute psychosis brought on by stress.

Kuroo scoffed in offense, sitting up straighter. "I am not a psychotic, you - "

He was abruptly cut off when the screen in front of the duo started to waver its display, appearing as if they were looking at it through a wall of water.

"What the hell?" Oikawa mumbled, pressing a few more keys to try and remedy the problem.

The screen went black, leaving the two men in stunned quiet before it lit back up, causing the duo to let out startled noises, eyes comically wide when they saw what was now being displayed.

"Oikawa! What the hell are you doing in my room?!"

More like who was now being displayed.