Raijin, you ARE the father

One could say that Kuroo took after Raijin more than his broody brother. On the outside, he was charming and friendly. All smiles and good moods. If he wasn't out at the bay taking care of his net, he was with the pups or Sedna learning what he could, or he was helping tend to his brother's injury. His heart tore after he had found out about the incident, but there was no sense in being furious about it. Hattori had taken care of the pirate who had been so careless and cruel to his brother. Those nights since the injury, Kuroo had made sure to be home to care for Usagi, even when he held back the tears.

Because on the inside, his own feelings were in turmoil. The more time he spent around Raijin, Sedna, and the pups, the more he yearned to have a father of his own. Of course, he held the same suspicion as Usagi did because why would their mother lie about who had fathered them? It was those thoughts that were on his mind as he held back his emotions while he reeled in his latest catch. Fish flopped wildly on the shore when the not-quite-so familiar call of Raijin rang out through the bamboo. It was not often that the dire man beckoned them so it must be important. Hesitating for a moment as he inhaled a deep breath, Kuroo debated what he really should do.

After a moment, he carefully selected a few good-looking fish, strapped them to a pole, and took off toward the living quarters. Unfortunately, he had taken too long and already his fiery brother was there. Even from the outside, he could feel the emotion pouring from the entrance of the hut. Taking one more deep breath, Kuroo entered with a timid and hesitant expression. Without a word, he hoisted the fish up onto hooks so they could dry out from the smoke of the fire nearby.

Turning to the other two males, he assessed the situation. Taking his own seat beside Usagi, his pale gaze turned toward Raijin. Even with his heart slamming into his chest, threatening to burst out, he wanted to embrace his brother and Raijin. Through the resentment, the longing, and the years of imagining having a father, it didn't seem as if Raijin didn't care about them. It almost seemed as if he was upset to not have known. Had their mother not been entirely truthful? Silence drifted between them, making him uncomfortable, unable to take it any longer.

"So can I, uh, have a cup before it gets cold?" His mouth is dry, his eyes were watering as he leaned a shoulder against his brother. Hoping to keep the rage settled to a calm storm, Kuroo kept his gaze on Raijin.

"Speech"