“You don’t fool me for a second.” You said as you closed your eyes, crossed your arms, and turned your nose up at him.
“Oho ho ho.” He chuckled with amusement, “still got that fighting spirit.”
“Always.” You said with a smirk as you popped one eye open and looked at him.
He gave you a soft look in return as he crossed his arms across his chest in a relaxed manner.
“That’s what I like about you, you’re resilient. You’ve been through a lot of crap but you haven’t let it get to you.”
“Can’t kill me if I’m already dead inside.”
“Well that’s one way to put it?” He mused, uncrossing his arms and taking your hand in his. “Come on, let’s go see your pa.”
You stiffened as he tried to turn you around and take you towards the hospital and he noticed immediately.
“What’s wrong?” He asked softly.
“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong?” You lied.
“You’re scared to see what state he’s in, aren’t you.” Kuroo said gently, his intense hazel eyes making your heart jump.
Your gaze fell to the ground and you bit into your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying.
“You’re strong.” He said softly, “but sometimes the strongest need to cry… and when they do, they cry the hardest.”
“Stop being such a poetic piece of shit.” You mumbled, eyes brimming with tears.
He yanked on your hand and pulled your body into his, making you stumble forwards and grab a holding of his shirt as the tears immediately sprang forth, drenching his shirt and he clutched you to himself.
“It’s ok, take your time, your pa is in good hands.” He said softly, holding you like it was your last time together as he whispered words of encouragement.
You stayed like that for a while, sobbing into him, not wanting to leave the comfort of his arms.
“Is he going to die?” You wailed into Kuroo’s torso.
“I don’t know, but if I know your pa, he won’t go down without a fight. He most probably wants to see you before he chooses to go.” Kuroo said quietly.
You clung to him a little longer, not caring what you looked like out the front of hospital as you mustered the courage to go in and see your pa.
Eventually you pulled back and took a shaky breath in.
“You ready?” Kuroo asked in a low, comforting voice and you nodded in response, keeping your head down so he couldn’t see your eyes.
“Yeah.” You mumbled.
He took your hand again and turned towards the hospital, walking purposefully towards it.
Confidently he entered and walked over to the nurses station and lent down on the top.
“Hi.” He said with a bright smile, “here to see…”
“Umm… [grandfathers first name] L/N.” You added, when you saw he was waiting for you to fill in the details.
“One moment, please.” The receptionist replied as she typed his name into the computer, tilted her head up back a little and looked through the bottom of her glasses once the list of names had popped up. “He’s here.” She said after a pause, “but he’s in ICU.”
“Can I see him?” You asked in an unsteady voice that threatened to crack under the weight of the emotional tension still present internally.
“I’m sorry, but he won’t be taking any visitors at the present time.” She said in a very strict tone.
“Please.” You said, your voice finally breaking.
Kuroo placed his hand on your arm to steady you and looked directly at the receptionist with his intimidating eyes.
“Y/N is his only surviving relative.” He said in stern voice, matching the receptionists. “If he passes away and you have refused for her to see him, that’s on you.”
The receptionist wavered slightly then reached for the phone nearby and rang someone, briefly explaining the situation.
There was a pause and then she nodded, looking up at you and Kuroo.
“You can go up. It’s level 6. Just let them know at the nurse’s desk who you’re there to see.” She said as she hung up the phone.
“Thank you so much.” You sobbed, immediately burying your face in your hands to hide your crying face.
Kuroo bowed a little at the receptionist and thanked her before turning you towards the elevator and walking you there.
“Man how embarrassing.” You mumbled as you wiped your eyes on your sleeve and sniffed heavily.
“You’re cute when you’re vulnerable.” Kuroo commented, leaning up against the inside of the elevator after hitting the level number and waiting for the door to close.
He pulled you into him and tilted your face up so he could look at you, smiling softly down at you again and making you freeze with nervousness.
“Can you stop doing that?” You mumbled with embarrassment as you looked away.
“Stop doing what?” He asked innocently.
“Stop making me weak with the way you’re looking at me.” You admitted with a pout, still refusing to look at him.
“Do I make you weak, do I?” He asked provocatively, forcing you to look at him again, his hazel eyes peering into yours intently as he leaned down to you, his parted lips capturing yours as you opened your mouth a little and kissed him back, the tips of your tongues touching then sliding together as he deepened the kiss.
Suddenly the elevator stopped and dinged and you ripped yourself off him, trying to not look suspiciously like you had just been making out in the elevator for the past few seconds as you sheepishly hung your head and got out onto level 6.
Kuroo followed after you with a smirk and pushed his hands into his pockets, letting you lead the way to the nurse’s station.
“Umm, hi, I’m here to see my pa?” You said softly when you got to the station.
The nurse behind the desk looked up at you then back down to her chart, her box braids with gold clips and perfect ebony skin making her look like she was about the walk the runway in Paris rather than being stuck mid-shift in a hospital.
“Honey, there are 12 beds on this ward and 8 of those beds could classify as ‘pa’, you’re gonna have to be more specific.” She said, looking back up at you with a ‘I’m so done with people’ look on her face.
“Oh sorry, umm, [grandpa’s first name] L/N.” You said sheepishly.
She looked back down again at the chart then stood up.
“Come with me.” She said as she strode out from behind the desk and walked confidently down the hall, holding herself with pride as she walked.