“Fine!” Suga snapped, viciously enough that Kuroo couldn’t hide his slight wince. Suga shoved him back and clambered off the bed, scattered cards everywhere and nearly sending an empty bottle of vodka (one of many) crashing to the floor. Bokuto caught it with a yelp, reflexes sharp even when dulled by alcohol.

“Fine! I get it now. I get it. I won’t make the mistake of trusting you again, you utter asshole. Don’t come crawling back to me when you miss what we had together. When you realize -”

Daichi sighed and fell back on the bed, tuning out the rest of Suga’s rant. He only opened his eyes when he heard the door slam.

“Next time Suga comes over,” he said to the ceiling, “Can we not give him any alcohol at all?”

There was a brief silence. Then Daichi heard a soft clink as Bokuto carefully put the bottle back.

“Bro,” Bokuto said reproachfully. “You really shouldn’t have done that.”

Kuroo slumped, all the fight going out of him.

“I was going to fix it, Bokuto,” he said sorrowfully. “He just had to wait and trust me for a little bit more.”

“He couldn’t be expected to know that,” Bokuto pointed out.

“If he trusted me-”

“He trusted you till now. You really should have expected -”

Daichi sat back up with a groan. Bokuto gave Kuroo a fleeting glance.

“Uh, I think now would be a good time to explain to Sawa-kun about your, uh, relationship-”

Kuroo snorted. “Does he look at all surprised to you?”

“It was obvious, Bokuto,” Daichi grumbled. “They couldn’t keep their eyes off each other’s -”

A dull flush was stealing up over Kuroo’s cheeks. “God, were we really that obvious?”

Daichi snorted. “Of course you were.” He picked up his last two cards.

“So, where were we? Ah, yeah. Suga put down a reverse, and Kuroo betrayed him on his next turn by giving him a Wild plus-four, so he stormed off, and the colour is now red. Which means Bokuto draws four and skips his turn, which means it’s my turn, and my cards are -” He flipped them around and placed one on the pile, not even trying not to look smug. “A red nine and a yellow nine. Numbers match, so I can put ‘em down together. Uno and -” He placed the last card down reverentially. “- I’m done. I win, assholes.”

Kuroo flung his cards down. “Are you kidding me right now, Sawamura?! I betrayed Koushi for nothing, goddammit!”

Bokuto just sighed sadly, beginning to gather all the cards up.

Daichi wrinkled his nose. “Oh, poor things, you and your cheating partner, staring at each other’s cards the whole time and trying to get a look and mine and Bokuto’s. Screw you guys, it was so obvious you were collaborating. You owe me another bottle. I want it first thing tomorrow -”

But he was talking to thin air. Kuroo had snarled at him and vanished out the door. Daichi heard a distant ‘Koushi, come back! I’m sorry! I swear I’ll never give you a draw-four again! Or even a draw-two! I’ll give you all my Wilds, too! Please!”

“And stop calling him Koushi like he’s your boyfriend!” Daichi yelled after him, before keeling over and falling asleep the moment his head hit the mattress.

He woke up four hours later, sitting bolt upright with wild eyes and messy hair.

“Wait, that whole conversation sounded like -”

His voice trailed off. Bokuto was sprawled over Kuroo like an octopus, both fast asleep and drooling, and Suga’s legs lay across both of them, arms flung back and mouth wide open as he snored.