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a/n: in which Bokuto is banned from planning any further trips for the squad indefinitely. #krtsk

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"This is bad."
"You said that already."
"It bears repeating."
"Whose brilliant idea was this in the first place?"

The three of them looked at Bokuto, who simply shrugged and smiled, albeit rather uncomfortably. In turn, he looked at Akaashi with pleading eyes.

"You wanted to go tent camping, Kou," he said simply.
"Why didn't you talk me out of it?"

That was the problem. They all agreed to go camping. Picked out a spot and everything. Yet, once they got to their site, they realized they'd forgotten the most important thing. The tents.

"I assume the tents are at home," Tsuki spoke with an air of resignation. He found a stump and sat down, dropping his bag on the ground.
"Yeah, probably," Kuroo replied, sitting down on the ground next to him.
"So how did we manage to forget them?"

Again, they looked at Bokuto.

"I got excited, okay? Neither of us has really been tent camping before, and I thought it was going to be so much fun for us to go together..."
"And his excitement sucked us all in, as usual," Kuroo added. "It figures that we'd also pick one of the furthest spots in the park."
"Do we even have mobile service out here?"
Tsuki checked his phone. "I have three bars. Not the best, but I can work with that." He kept his phone in hand, tapping as if life depended on it. Kuroo glanced over at his screen and caught on to what he was doing, but said nothing.

"We could eat something while we figure out a plan," Bokuto suggested after a short silence.
"Always with the food," Tsuki muttered with irritation. He reached into Kuroo's bag and tossed a bag of rice balls at his friend. "Don't say I never give you anything."
"I wouldn't dare!"
"Yes, you would," Akaashi chided as they sat down. He divvied out the wrapped onigiri Tsuki made. Kuroo tossed them a drink, took a rice ball for him and Tsuki, and ate while his boyfriend stayed glued to his phone.

"What's he doing?" Akaashi asked once they finished eating.

Tsuki tapped for a few more minutes and then looked up at the rest of them, smirking. "Saving us from unmitigated disaster," he said, his eyes glinting.
"What do you mean?" Bokuto asked.
"We have no tents, and no way to cook our food," Kuroo reminded him.
"Oh. Yeah. Right."
"For a trip that was a spur of the moment decision, we failed spectacularly," Tsuki quipped. But, then he smiled. "We can try again another time. Come on. We should start heading back."
"Okay, but where are we going?" Akaashi asked, helping Bokuto up.
"You'll see," Kuroo smirked.

*an hour later*

"I'm thinking we should've done this instead," Kuroo said lazily, submerged to his neck in the hot spring bath.
"What? And miss out on the adventure of a lifetime?" Tsuki was enjoying himself, both at the expense of Bokuto, and just by being with his friends.

Bokuto wasn't even listening; he'd sunk completely under while they talked, and only just popped up again.
"As the eldest of our squad, I officially put Tsuki in charge of our vacations."
"For the love of all that's holy..."
"Really, Bokuto?"
"Well, why not? He found this place."
"Only because we forgot the tents, and didn't even think of a fire pit."
"Does this mean I've been promoted to Logistics Manager?"
"If that means you'll stop cooking for us, then no."
"I'm not the only one who can cook, you know."
"No, we just like your cooking better."

They continued bickering as they trooped to the room Tsuki reserved for the weekend, and throughout cooking their dinner. They stayed up late playing games and bickered more about going out or staying in. This trip would be the first of many such trips. Better planned, of course.