A roar of laughter made him pause just inside the cafeteria doors, recognizing who it came from but surprised by the volume projected from it. His eyes scanned the crowded space until he spotted Daichi sitting across from Bokuto at a table, his face red as he wiped the tears from his eyes. He waved his hand in front of him, trying to get Bokuto to pause in his story but to no avail. Daichi was barely able to gulp a fresh breath before a fresh bout of giggles assaulted him. Bokuto’s back was to Kuroo, but he could see him straighten and wiggle in his seat like a preening peacock. It was a scene that should have made him laugh, or rush forward to join in on the fun. Instead, Kuroo was filled with a sickening dread that felt like the devil himself was grabbing hold of his ankle and yanking him into hell.
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