Chapter Text
Akaashi Keiji was a calm, rational man. In this way he differed from his father, Akaashi Hayate, who seemed to live by his unstable and irrational emotions. Many in the Akaashi-gumi were looking forward to (in a rather apprehensive way) when the twenty-one year old would take over their organization. The Akaashi-gumi were a rather influential yakuza group - one of the top three in Tokyo - and known for their swift and ruthless retaliation. With Akaashi the younger rising to power within the group, the retaliation methods had changed - they were definitely still ruthless, but Keiji had insisted upon a system to prevent the resources of the Akaashi-gumi from being eaten up by ridiculous revenge plots that were either unnecessary or unwarranted. Now, those wanting revenge must bring adequate proof and a plan for implementation should it be approved. However, the supporters of Akaashi Hayate were not pleased with system, and saw no reason to follow it. They decided to use one of the best ways to hurt people: friends and family.
Tsukishima Kei was a calm, rational man. Or, at the very least, he thought so - his best friend, Yamaguchi Tadashi, was sure that Tsukki was just a tsundere. The nineteen year old blonde was surprisingly easy to fluster, if one said the right things (Yamaguchi would know, he’d teased Tsukki enough that he could make the other turn bright red and sputter in under a minute). And this dark haired man with a Cheshire Cat grin definitely knew the right things to say.
“Do you know your ABC’s? Cause I wanna give you the fourth letter of the alphabet,” the smirking stranger purred, leaning closer to the tall blonde. Tsukishima’s pale face was bright red as he turned his head away from the man on his right to push his glasses back to their resting place on the bridge of his nose. Yamaguchi watched and sighed as he recognized that Tsukki was definitely interested, but embarrassed by the fact - the brown-eyed man would try to leave next. The catlike man pushed further, his bangs only letting one eye with a mischievous glint peer out of his face, “Your ass is so nice it’s a shame you have to sit on it.”
Yep, there it was, Yamaguchi mused. Tsukki lurched away from the wall he leaning against, murmuring something about an appointment. He had only taken a step forward when the smug stranger grabbed his wrist. Tsukki may have been tall, with a fair amount of muscle, but he was not built for contests of strength (he still loses to Tadashi to this day, something neither of them admit). When Tsukki started to try to pull his arm away, spinning back to face the male with the bad pickup lines, the dark haired man leaned forward, placed his free hand behind Tsukki’s head and kissed him - was that tongue?!
With a growl Tadashi stomped forward to yank his best friend away from this… this… molesting stranger! The other was too focused on Tsukishima to even think about Tadashi, so the brown haired boy could easily free his friend from the unwanted embrace. Tsukki fell back into Yamaguchi’s arms, gasping for air as his blush darkened and spread to his ears. Yamaguchi glared at the now angry stranger, demanding, “Your name, now!”
“Kuroo Tetsuro,” the other replied, glaring at Yamaguchi as Tsukki leaned on his shoulder. His best friend was particularly weak to kisses - Tadashi didn’t want this Kuroo character to get involved with his friend. The smirk the cat-like man wore promised nothing but trouble, and Yamaguchi’s job was to keep his genius friend safe (be it emotionally or physically). Supporting his shocked friend with an arm around his waist, Yamaguchi lead him out of the alleyway they had been passing through and towards the headquarters they were staying at. The Akaashi-gumi wouldn’t be happy to hear what just happened - but Kuroo Tetsuro would get what he deserved for teasing Tsukki. Tadashi would make certain of it.