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(please/don't) call me baby

soundtrack <3

pairing: tetsurou kuroo x f. reader

content: fluff, crack humor, kuroo acts like a loser virgin LOL, way too many pet names, it girl energy reader !!!

warnings: swearing, like one sexual joke, ooc

word count: 1k

for the lovely @chososcamgirl <33 i've had sm fun in your w this idea !!!

you call everyone pet names. it's kind of your thing now, really. everyone, from yaku (darling!), to kenma (sweetheart!) to lev (angel!). that is, everyone except kuroo. to you, kuroo is kuroo. occasionally tetsurou, if he's lucky, but mostly he is just kuroo.

he doesn't mind it, he swears. he doesn't even care! or he wouldn't, but he also unfortunately happens to be head-over-heels in love with you. how embarrassing. and he's totally not jealous of the other guys.

which leads him to his current situation. his head tips back over the back of his chair as he runs one hand through his hair. "y/n, do you hate me?"

"no, why?" your answer is sharp and fast from the desk next to his.

oh, shit. now it's awkward.

"because, like... you don't call me any of your stupid cute names or anything," he explains sheepishly.

you sit up straight, lips curving up into a beautiful, evil smile. "you wanna be called pet names, kuroo?"

he flushes, shakes his head. "naaah, just asking."

you don't seem to believe him, head tilted to one side as you regard him curiously. and then you're getting up and making your way towards him, bending down to get on his level, and he thinks he might spontaneously combust in his pants. your fingers dance across the broad expanse of his chest, and your eyes are like a predator's, stalking its prey. his breath hitches as he waits for you to speak; when you finally do, he thinks he might have be going insane.

"whatever you say, baby," you purr, and holy fuck, kuroo is so ready to get down on his knees for you or bark like a dog or do whatever the fuck you want right now. he is pathetically down bad for you — it's embarrassing, and like you can read his mind, you just have to go and make it worse.

you twirl his tie around your fingers, careful and calculated, and for a split second, he imagines being pulled up by it, letting you kiss him in this empty classroom, just like that. and oh, apparently you're satisfied with how much you've messed him up right now, because suddenly you're back at your desk, and he's watching you fix your skirt with a beet red face and even redder ears.

today, for whatever reason, you're taking longer than usual to pack up when class ends, so he takes the opportunity to extricate himself from this terrible, terrible situation that he's created for himself. but when he's finally halfway out the door, someone calls his name.

"kuroo," you call after him, sickeningly sweet voice pulling him back to you. "baby, don't say you're leaving without me!"

his knees give way.

"you haven't forgotten my offer, though, right?" what a perfect gentleman, walking you home like this. he's even limiting his strides so you can keep up with ease.

"what offer, baby?" you hum distractedly, eyes glued to your phone. manicured fingers fly across it as you text someone, and you only look up when he chokes unceremoniously.

"you okay—"

"yes! i'm fine!" he yelps before you can say another word — or rather, one very specific word — and looks away to hide his reddening face. "as i was saying—"

"yes, b—"

"stop talking! i mean, let me speak!"

you frown, surprised at the way he won't let you get in a word edgewise. "okay, weirdo. go on?"

"the manager position is still open," he huffs. he's still embarrassingly red; his heart has not yet calmed down. “if you want.”

"mm, i don't know, baby, i'll have to think about it."

he will die. or he will run into oncoming traffic and die. this is so unfair, it's torture—

"thanks for walking me back, baby, i'll see ya."

he trips and falls on his face. "fuck— i mean, see you later!"

"you seem awfully happy today," kenma observes. "did something happen?"

"what? no, why?" he splutters. splotches of red begin to appear on his face, and kenma smirks.

"sure."

"say, kenma."

"what?" he sounds annoyed even though he's the one who started this conversation.

"how do you deal with y/n's nicknames?"

"what d'you mean? they're okay."

silence. kuroo rolls this new piece of information over in his mind. "so... you don't feel like exploding or dying every time she calls you, like, baby or something?"

kenma looks confused. "no? i think that's called a crush, kuro. also you know she said she thinks that's too romantic for her friends, so no, 'cause she doesn't even call any of us that— are you okay?"

"kenma."

"what?"

"shut up."

kuroo is pretty. it's not an unknown fact, and you, having known him for several years at this point, are no stranger to it either. with sly honey-brown eyes and bedhead that he manages to make look good in a way that you just cannot fathom, he is — in short — just your type. this is also where you shamefully admit that yes, even his derisive remarks and general air of disdain when it comes to his opponents is very attractive indeed. not to mention his biceps— actually, let's not go there.

but biceps or not, he has been driving you insane as of late. and now, it's apparent that you're finally getting to return the favour. you're not stupid; you've been noticing his reactions to the nickname from the start. and it's almost satisfying to be able to toy with him the way he's — unintentionally — been doing with you. maybe he'll even catch the hints you've been dropping if he's lucky.

meanwhile, it's taken kuroo exactly one hour and twenty-three minutes to desensitize himself to (the thought) of your voice. anyways, it's not like he'll see you any time soon, so it's okay. first there's volleyball practice, then he'll go straight to bed.

kuroo hates himself — it's like everything he does comes back to bite him in the ass. or rather, in the lungs this time, question mark. because as he struggles to breathe properly, you're waving at him from across the gymnasium in a very oversized NEKOMA jacket.

"i thought about it it!" you yell. "i'll be temporarily managing the team!"

maybe he should quit.

author's note :: whenever i'm describing kuroo i swear i start typing w one hand😭😭 reader's pov was NAWT necessary to the story i just wanted to salivate over him ok.

also this is going to be a series so like :) that's why there's nothing major here really

(please/don't) call me baby

soundtrack <3

pairing: tetsurou kuroo x f. reader

content: fluff, crack humor, kuroo acts like a loser virgin LOL, way too many pet names, it girl energy reader !!!

warnings: swearing, like one sexual joke, ooc

word count: 1k

for the lovely @chososcamgirl <33 i've had sm fun in your w this idea !!!

you call everyone pet names. it's kind of your thing now, really. everyone, from yaku (darling!), to kenma (sweetheart!) to lev (angel!). that is, everyone except kuroo. to you, kuroo is kuroo. occasionally tetsurou, if he's lucky, but mostly he is just kuroo.

he doesn't mind it, he swears. he doesn't even care! or he wouldn't, but he also unfortunately happens to be head-over-heels in love with you. how embarrassing. and he's totally not jealous of the other guys.

which leads him to his current situation. his head tips back over the back of his chair as he runs one hand through his hair. "y/n, do you hate me?"

"no, why?" your answer is sharp and fast from the desk next to his.

oh, shit. now it's awkward.

"because, like... you don't call me any of your stupid cute names or anything," he explains sheepishly.

you sit up straight, lips curving up into a beautiful, evil smile. "you wanna be called pet names, kuroo?"

he flushes, shakes his head. "naaah, just asking."

you don't seem to believe him, head tilted to one side as you regard him curiously. and then you're getting up and making your way towards him, bending down to get on his level, and he thinks he might spontaneously combust in his pants. your fingers dance across the broad expanse of his chest, and your eyes are like a predator's, stalking its prey. his breath hitches as he waits for you to speak; when you finally do, he thinks he might have be going insane.

"whatever you say, baby," you purr, and holy fuck, kuroo is so ready to get down on his knees for you or bark like a dog or do whatever the fuck you want right now. he is pathetically down bad for you — it's embarrassing, and like you can read his mind, you just have to go and make it worse.

you twirl his tie around your fingers, careful and calculated, and for a split second, he imagines being pulled up by it, letting you kiss him in this empty classroom, just like that. and oh, apparently you're satisfied with how much you've messed him up right now, because suddenly you're back at your desk, and he's watching you fix your skirt with a beet red face and even redder ears.

today, for whatever reason, you're taking longer than usual to pack up when class ends, so he takes the opportunity to extricate himself from this terrible, terrible situation that he's created for himself. but when he's finally halfway out the door, someone calls his name.

"kuroo," you call after him, sickeningly sweet voice pulling him back to you. "baby, don't say you're leaving without me!"

his knees give way.

"you haven't forgotten my offer, though, right?" what a perfect gentleman, walking you home like this. he's even limiting his strides so you can keep up with ease.

"what offer, baby?" you hum distractedly, eyes glued to your phone. manicured fingers fly across it as you text someone, and you only look up when he chokes unceremoniously.

"you okay—"

"yes! i'm fine!" he yelps before you can say another word — or rather, one very specific word — and looks away to hide his reddening face. "as i was saying—"

"yes, b—"

"stop talking! i mean, let me speak!"

you frown, surprised at the way he won't let you get in a word edgewise. "okay, weirdo. go on?"

"the manager position is still open," he huffs. he's still embarrassingly red; his heart has not yet calmed down. “if you want.”

"mm, i don't know, baby, i'll have to think about it."

he will die. or he will run into oncoming traffic and die. this is so unfair, it's torture—

"thanks for walking me back, baby, i'll see ya."

he trips and falls on his face. "fuck— i mean, see you later!"

"you seem awfully happy today," kenma observes. "did something happen?"

"what? no, why?" he splutters. splotches of red begin to appear on his face, and kenma smirks.

"sure."

"say, kenma."

"what?" he sounds annoyed even though he's the one who started this conversation.

"how do you deal with y/n's nicknames?"

"what d'you mean? they're okay."

silence. kuroo rolls this new piece of information over in his mind. "so... you don't feel like exploding or dying every time she calls you, like, baby or something?"

kenma looks confused. "no? i think that's called a crush, kuro. also you know she said she thinks that's too romantic for her friends, so no, 'cause she doesn't even call any of us that— are you okay?"

"kenma."

"what?"

"shut up."

kuroo is pretty. it's not an unknown fact, and you, having known him for several years at this point, are no stranger to it either. with sly honey-brown eyes and bedhead that he manages to make look good in a way that you just cannot fathom, he is — in short — just your type. this is also where you shamefully admit that yes, even his derisive remarks and general air of disdain when it comes to his opponents is very attractive indeed. not to mention his biceps— actually, let's not go there.

but biceps or not, he has been driving you insane as of late. and now, it's apparent that you're finally getting to return the favour. you're not stupid; you've been noticing his reactions to the nickname from the start. and it's almost satisfying to be able to toy with him the way he's — unintentionally — been doing with you. maybe he'll even catch the hints you've been dropping if he's lucky.

meanwhile, it's taken kuroo exactly one hour and twenty-three minutes to desensitize himself to (the thought) of your voice. anyways, it's not like he'll see you any time soon, so it's okay. first there's volleyball practice, then he'll go straight to bed.

kuroo hates himself — it's like everything he does comes back to bite him in the ass. or rather, in the lungs this time, question mark. because as he struggles to breathe properly, you're waving at him from across the gymnasium in a very oversized NEKOMA jacket.

"i thought about it it!" you yell. "i'll be temporarily managing the team!"

maybe he should quit.

author's note :: whenever i'm describing kuroo i swear i start typing w one hand😭😭 reader's pov was NAWT necessary to the story i just wanted to salivate over him ok.

also this is going to be a series so like :) that's why there's nothing major here really

(why are you still) call(ing) me baby(?)

soundtrack <3

pairing: tetsurou kuroo x f. reader

content: fluff, crack humor, kuroo acts like a (jealous) loser virgin LOL, way too many pet names, it girl energy reader !!!

warnings: swearing, jealous kuroo, misunderstandings, ooc. dry humor kinda but idk. it's weird i'm weird.

word count: .8k

part one.

kuroo actively avoids you until his first break, at which point he's forced to sit near you.

"isn't that too big for you?" he asks when the silence gets comfortable enough. you shrug, tugging the jacket in question tighter around yourself.

"i dunno, they didn't have any spares in my size so they just gave me one of yours."

in that exact moment, kuroo has an epiphany. the world stops moving, and so many things change.

"you can keep it," he forces out with a (fake) cough. a large hand comes up to cover his mouth, but also the dark red blush on his cheeks. "i have like, four of them."

"thanks, baby!"

kuroo's heart does a weird little jump; he chokes on his water and makes an excuse about needing to go to the bathroom.

in the bathroom, he remembers the concept of box breathing. he is forever indebted to whoever discovered it. however, it does not help in the slightest when you accost him as soon as he prepares to go back to the court; there are some things you don't understand! kuroo, baby, you're the captain, so you should definitely help me out here!

he swears under his breath, yes i'm coming, what do you need?

you're pleasantly surprised and a little put off that the effect has worn off this fast. (actually, kuroo's thumb is digging into the palm of his hand, and he thinks he might suffocate.) not to mention, he hasn't picked up any of the (admittedly too-subtle) hints yes been dropping.

okay, next course of action.

"wait, kuroo—"

"yeah?"

"i just realised that, um, yeah you're the captain so it's best to ask you, but also you're the captain, so i'm sure you're suuuuper busy!"

you don't let him get another word in, flitting over to kenma, who's crouched down on the floor, and start talking to him, and your heads are so close together.

kenma is his best friend. he should not dislike kenma. he should not feel jealous of kenma. yet right now, that's exactly what he's doing, exactly what he's feeling. kuroo grits his teeth and pries his eyes away from where they've been burning holes into the back of kenma's head.

"damn, he looked away?" kenma.

"yeah, i guess he doesn't really like me as much as you thought," you sigh.

"stupid, that's not true."

"but—"

you're interrupted by the sound of a volleyball slamming onto the ground. it's louder than any of the ones you've heard before, and slightly terrifying to experience up close.

"woah, kuroo, that was a mean spike!" yamamoto looks excited, but kuroo seems more annoyed than pleased by his success.

"it's fine," he responds sourly. "could be better."

but his junior doesn't seem to notice, coming up to kuroo with a pumped up grin. "no, dude, seriously—"

"i get it!" he snaps. "i don't care."

yamamoto blinks, then slowly backs away. "oh, okay..."

kenma looks away to shield his face from kuroo's eyes, and subsequently to hide the evil smile that's stretching across his face. "see? he's mad."

"maybe he's just annoyed because i'm annoying!"

"you're fucking delusional."

you smile fondly at him, ignoring the insult after years of getting used to them. but that's from your point of view. what kuroo in his deluded haze of jealousy sees is completely different — why are you and kenma so close all of a sudden? and kenma knows he likes you! how could he?

kenma pats your shoulder and gets up, walking towards kuroo with a wry but self-satisfied smirk. kuroo begins to think of ways he can kill kenma and then himself with the ball in his hands as fast as he can. unfortunately, his best friend (and worst enemy) makes it to his side uninjured.

"what's gotten you so pissed off today?"

"nothing, i'm fine," he replies through gritted teeth. it is very obvious that he is in fact, not fine at all. hate permeates him to the core, hands gripping the volleyball like he'll die if he lets go.

kenma snickers, noticing kuroo's glare and white knuckles. "jealous?"

"of course not." one of his eyes begins to twitch; he stares straight ahead and refuses to look at kenma.

he hears a sardonic laugh beside him. "stupid, we were talking about you."

"as if." kuroo's given up on trying to deny anything anymore, but he's still mad.

"no, really," kenma replies. kuroo turns to him with a surprised frown, and kenma shrugs. "so stop being weird, or whatever, kuro."

uncharacteristically, he also pokes kuroo's side; once he sees the venomous look in his eyes he takes off running, videogame console clutched tightly in his hands.

sitting beside lev, you watch the two of them run in circles around the court. a notepad rests in your lap, and you bite the top of your pen thoughtfully. "i dunno, lev, that didn't seem to work either."

"maybe it's time for a new plan," he suggests.

"yeah, maybe."

author's note :: mid writing much apologies <3 written series r insane i like. havent done one in almost a year (yuji x reader u will always be,, something to me). mm kuroo mmfghh jealous kuroo mmmmmfhghhfhgfh jealous and ANGRY kuroo he's so. i would let him. yk.

@chososcamgirl @stillnotherapy gc poops hi <3

(why are you still) call(ing) me baby(?)

soundtrack <3

pairing: tetsurou kuroo x f. reader

content: fluff, crack humor, kuroo acts like a (jealous) loser virgin LOL, way too many pet names, it girl energy reader !!!

warnings: swearing, jealous kuroo, misunderstandings, ooc. dry humor kinda but idk. it's weird i'm weird.

word count: .8k

part one.

kuroo actively avoids you until his first break, at which point he's forced to sit near you.

"isn't that too big for you?" he asks when the silence gets comfortable enough. you shrug, tugging the jacket in question tighter around yourself.

"i dunno, they didn't have any spares in my size so they just gave me one of yours."

in that exact moment, kuroo has an epiphany. the world stops moving, and so many things change.

"you can keep it," he forces out with a (fake) cough. a large hand comes up to cover his mouth, but also the dark red blush on his cheeks. "i have like, four of them."

"thanks, baby!"

kuroo's heart does a weird little jump; he chokes on his water and makes an excuse about needing to go to the bathroom.

in the bathroom, he remembers the concept of box breathing. he is forever indebted to whoever discovered it. however, it does not help in the slightest when you accost him as soon as he prepares to go back to the court; there are some things you don't understand! kuroo, baby, you're the captain, so you should definitely help me out here!

he swears under his breath, yes i'm coming, what do you need?

you're pleasantly surprised and a little put off that the effect has worn off this fast. (actually, kuroo's thumb is digging into the palm of his hand, and he thinks he might suffocate.) not to mention, he hasn't picked up any of the (admittedly too-subtle) hints yes been dropping.

okay, next course of action.

"wait, kuroo—"

"yeah?"

"i just realised that, um, yeah you're the captain so it's best to ask you, but also you're the captain, so i'm sure you're suuuuper busy!"

you don't let him get another word in, flitting over to kenma, who's crouched down on the floor, and start talking to him, and your heads are so close together.

kenma is his best friend. he should not dislike kenma. he should not feel jealous of kenma. yet right now, that's exactly what he's doing, exactly what he's feeling. kuroo grits his teeth and pries his eyes away from where they've been burning holes into the back of kenma's head.

"damn, he looked away?" kenma.

"yeah, i guess he doesn't really like me as much as you thought," you sigh.

"stupid, that's not true."

"but—"

you're interrupted by the sound of a volleyball slamming onto the ground. it's louder than any of the ones you've heard before, and slightly terrifying to experience up close.

"woah, kuroo, that was a mean spike!" yamamoto looks excited, but kuroo seems more annoyed than pleased by his success.

"it's fine," he responds sourly. "could be better."

but his junior doesn't seem to notice, coming up to kuroo with a pumped up grin. "no, dude, seriously—"

"i get it!" he snaps. "i don't care."

yamamoto blinks, then slowly backs away. "oh, okay..."

kenma looks away to shield his face from kuroo's eyes, and subsequently to hide the evil smile that's stretching across his face. "see? he's mad."

"maybe he's just annoyed because i'm annoying!"

"you're fucking delusional."

you smile fondly at him, ignoring the insult after years of getting used to them. but that's from your point of view. what kuroo in his deluded haze of jealousy sees is completely different — why are you and kenma so close all of a sudden? and kenma knows he likes you! how could he?

kenma pats your shoulder and gets up, walking towards kuroo with a wry but self-satisfied smirk. kuroo begins to think of ways he can kill kenma and then himself with the ball in his hands as fast as he can. unfortunately, his best friend (and worst enemy) makes it to his side uninjured.

"what's gotten you so pissed off today?"

"nothing, i'm fine," he replies through gritted teeth. it is very obvious that he is in fact, not fine at all. hate permeates him to the core, hands gripping the volleyball like he'll die if he lets go.

kenma snickers, noticing kuroo's glare and white knuckles. "jealous?"

"of course not." one of his eyes begins to twitch; he stares straight ahead and refuses to look at kenma.

he hears a sardonic laugh beside him. "stupid, we were talking about you."

"as if." kuroo's given up on trying to deny anything anymore, but he's still mad.

"no, really," kenma replies. kuroo turns to him with a surprised frown, and kenma shrugs. "so stop being weird, or whatever, kuro."

uncharacteristically, he also pokes kuroo's side; once he sees the venomous look in his eyes he takes off running, videogame console clutched tightly in his hands.

sitting beside lev, you watch the two of them run in circles around the court. a notepad rests in your lap, and you bite the top of your pen thoughtfully. "i dunno, lev, that didn't seem to work either."

"maybe it's time for a new plan," he suggests.

"yeah, maybe."

author's note :: mid writing much apologies <3 written series r insane i like. havent done one in almost a year (yuji x reader u will always be,, something to me). mm kuroo mmfghh jealous kuroo mmmmmfhghhfhgfh jealous and ANGRY kuroo he's so. i would let him. yk.

@chososcamgirl @stillnotherapy gc poops hi <3

𓆩☆𓆪 Oh, baby!

- A girl dad!kuroo anthology -

Notes: this will be a series that will be uploaded in parts over time sporadically! There’s no set date for anything I upload, it’s just a universe I’ve created here. I’ve been really excited to share this so I hope you all enjoy!

Reblogs and interaction much appreciated!

☆baby fever [nsfw]

synopsis: a coworker brings their baby to work, and that sets off the gears in kuroo’s head to have some of your own

☆baby shower mayhem [fluff]

synopsis: an unwelcome guest joins your baby shower for your second child

☆suit & tie [fluff]

synopsis: your daughter is roped up in kuroo’s scheming nature

☆a guide to being married to a pretty man [fluff]

synopsis: navigating outings with your babies and gorgeous husband who’s (tragically) too distracting for the public

☆remembrance [nsfw]

synopsis: kuroo reminds you how beautiful you are after having two kids, also tries to convince you to have a third

Losing game.

▪︎Time Traveler! Reader

Loving you is a losing game.

Heavy and frantic footsteps were heard throughout the castle. Maids and butlers all scurried within castle grounds to look for one thing like their king required them to do.

Kuroo Tetsuroo sat in his throne, eyebrows furrowed as his long slender fingers were balled up in fists, the multitude of rings on his fingers that was gleaming in the sun added a pressure in his hand.

If only you could see him, you would've told him to relax and lossen up a bit.

You were his home.

And now, you're gone without a trace.

"WHERE IS SHE!?" He bellowed to the poor servants who got the short end of the stick. Some of them cried in fear and others stayed silent, fearing for their lives.

"They've searched all the palace grounds, your highness." Kenma informed his bestfriend. Kuroo took a sharp breath, he wasn't going to take his anger out on these poor servants. He isn't like that.

Before his composure finally crumble, Kuroo stood up and walked out of the throne room with quick footsteps.

All I know, all I know.

Sleepless nights were becoming more and more frequent for the King. He watched the opened balcony, nights spent with you clouding his mind.

The way you would press your body against his, and the way your frame fits into his like a glove. He would also remember the nights filled with banter as he would throw jokes at you when you somehow couldn't sleep.

Seeing your former lover through the monitor screen made your heart break.

Hinata and the rest of the team could only watch in pity as you let out a heart wrenching sob. Yachi hugged you, stroking your hair and trying to comfort you.

"It's okay.. he'll be fine. You know you couldn't stay there." She did her best to console you as you broke down.

"I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have.. I left him there. Alone." You gingerly placed your hands on the tablet and took in his features for the last time. After this, the only way you'll see him again is through portraits in textbooks.

You closed your eyes as Hinata disconnected the tablet, a tear fell from your eye as it was filled with static.

You felt awful.

You knew that this was bound to happen, but you didn't care.

Now Kuroo was stuck on his own time, relishing the fleeting moments spent with you. A girl he fell inlove with in another time. He stared at the moon, only wishing that when it's time, both of you would live happily.

He would search everywhere, for you.

Loving you is a losing game.

》 Masterlist

pairing : kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

wc : 1.2k

content : tit play/groping, kuroo is kinda toxic but it’s fine, soft towards the beginning and more toxic towards the end

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni

The pale white suds dance across your breasts. The pretty pink loofah scrubbing away a hard day's work. Scrubbing the misfortune that seems to permeate your skin away, wissfully washing it down the drain. A sigh leaves your lips, a huddled murmur of relaxation falling from them as you finally allow your shoulders to sag. Allow the hot water to de-tense your muscles. It isn’t as good as a masseuse, but it will do. It has to for now. Dinner still needs to be made. Chores still to be done.

Your brain is is starting to pick up speed, a swell of muscle tightening in your lower back at the mere thought of having to continue with the atrocities of adulthood. Yes, the dishes do count as an atrocity. You’re sure of it. So do the vegetables that need to be chopped, so does the meat that needs to be fried. Stomping your legs won’t do anything, no matter how much you wish it would.

A pout comes to your lip. A kicked puppy, yeah. That’s what you are. Poor thing. Too much, too hard for you. If only Kuroo was home. His business trip is taking too long. Too time consuming. You miss him. Miss him far too much for your liking. But he helps. He makes the world just a tad bit easier. Even when purple grows under both his eyes and your own, he still manages to relax your tightened frame. Holding you close. Telling you not to worry.

But this business trip was necessary, blah blah. You know that it is true, but that doesn't mean you like any second of it. You rely on him, he's made sure of it. He likes it that way, really. The words have come from his own lips. So here you find yourself, craving something that cannot possibly be reached. Washing off the make-up you applied that morning. When the air seemed happier, lighter. The dark of sundown always makes you a tad melancholy.

“What the fuck!!” The last shred of relaxation is ripped from your very bones when the curtain is forced open, cold air hitting your naked form. You panic, fear rushing through you as you do your best to cover your body with your arms, shouting at whoever dare interrupts your warm sanctuary.

The red of fear quickly fades from your vision, your eyes focusing on the shirtless figure in front of you. One that you quickly recognise. Black bedhead, one arm stretched behind his head. A yawn echoing the back of his throat. Oh my god, it’s your asshole. The one you’ve been missing so dearly.

A string of obscenities leave your throat, a soap bar soaring towards his head as you shout for no reason in particular. The shock that he’s home, the realisation that you must’ve missed him sleeping in your bed. The fact he’s staring at you with that annoying , simple smirk on his face. Watching your body, your arm barely covering anything. You whine, holding a shampoo bottle as your next weapon as he holds his hands up, feigning innocence where there is none.

“Calm down, calm down. I just came to see my pretty girl.” That confident grin that makes girls fall to their knees. That's the tactic of war he’s using today. It’s a lie, you both know it is. “I came home early.” He’s already taking off his clothes, the invite doesn't need to be said.

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest as he steps into the shower, “You didn’t have to scare me like that Roo!” He did, well, he wanted to. He likes scaring you a little. Maybe more than he likes to admit. Your cute little scrunched up face, your insults that are about as light as a feather. The flicker of fear in your eye. He likes it all.

He simply shrugs, arms wrapping around you from behind. Head resting on your shoulder as he closes his eyes. Hums, still drowsy from jet lag even with his nap. His hands touch you casually, rubbing circles into your delicate skin. Moving from your waist to feel you properly. Hold you like he cares.

“Mhmm, tell me all about it later, yeah pretty?” He grabs your body wash– mango scented. Did you run out of the strawberry while he was away? Poor thing, how did you manage without him.

You don’t stop him as he rubs the liquid between his fingers, even though you had already cleaned yourself. You don’t stop him as his hands roam your chest, pretending to just be cleaning the peaks. His hand squeezing, fondling you with no protest under the innocent practice of washing his girlfriend. Casual touches are the most dangerous, especially from a man like Tetsurou.

His left hand gently squeezes your flesh, palming it like a true gentleman would. The soap acts as a sort of lubricant, allowing him to easily slide his fingers over your nipple. Pinching the flesh, twisting it just enough to make your breath falter, to cause your knees to want to slide from under you. But he just acts as if nothing happened, moving back to casually squeezing your breast, rubbing the soap in just right.

His right hand lowers itself. It’s dangerous. More so than you’d like to admit. You’ve forgotten all other sensations save for his hands on your needy body. One that has missed him so much. One that just can’t seem to get off without his touch. You can’t feel the water begin to grow cold, your toes pruning, the cock pressed hard against your back. No, you can only focus on the hand that lowers itself to where you desire him. Where slick has formed at the thought of him touching you so gently. Where you wish his fingers would thrust into you, stretch you, make you feel full.

He hums. He smiles something wicked. One that shows the points of his teeth. Yet, you are too far gone to truly notice it. What a wreck you are, huh? Such a needy thing. So desperate for any ounce of him. It’s cute, really. You’ll just let him touch you however he wants. However he likes with no complaint? Ah, This must be what leaving you alone does. The fight is gone, the brattiness that always penetrates your encounters has been eradicated.

This is what an addiction must feel like. Well, as close as someone could get to being addicted to another human. Taking away his presence, his very being leaves you as nothing but a cute little toy. He can do better. You both can huh? Maybe he’ll make his meeting go a little longer next time. See what that might do. Ah, but he’s getting too ahead of himself.

For now, he’s just meant to enjoy this shower with you. Pump his fingers deep inside of your needy hole, hear you beg in that cute little crestfallen tone. Feel your bodies pressed together after so long. Indulge in each other. Help the other relax. Then he might be able to look towards the future.

Mhmm. Happy wife, happy life.

deja vu - kuroo tetsurou ft. Kenma genre: angst | notice: song fic | --- - where kuroo fell in love with someone to get deja vu of you. [ part 1 | part 2 ] other notes: this fic is heavily inspired by Olivia Rodrigo's deja vu ;) the playlist dedicated for this story. (< click here)

enjoy your meal!

You knew Kuroo and Kenma since the three of you are still young, you knew about their flaws and golden qualities but more importantly you became too fond of Kuroo and Kenma, on the other hand also knew that. He knew how your eyes linger a little longer when it comes to Kuroo, Kenma watched you feel enamoured while you watched Kuroo. Kenma watched you so much that he knew you loved Kuroo more than just a friend. Kenma, always watched you, trying to figure out if Kuroo feels the same with you.

To his luck, he watched Kuroo’s eyes watch every moment, every scenery whenever the bedhead is with you. Kenma also watched the first time Kuroo looked at you as if you’re the most fragile thing in the room. Kenma watched Kuroo and you fell in love with one another.

Kenma was always there with the both of you. Gosh, he can’t even get over the fact that he stayed up all night hearing Kuroo talk about you and you greeting him in the morning only to tell him about your dreams that you wish to achieve with Kuroo. The blonde already fed up with too much information to the point he just blurted out that you two should date.

Kenma watched his two best friend love each other, he watched the both of you trade jacket’s even your jacket actually doesn’t fit Kuroo, he watched you laugh at every Kuroo’s chemistry joke, he watched the both of you sing the songs in Pitch Perfect and Glee even though sometimes you two are out of tune, and he watched you and Kuroo brag to your friends that you finally found someone to keep and to hold for a lifetime. Kenma always wanted this to see Kuroo with a smile on his face and a joy creeping up your lips.

He also was one of the first persons who knew where the two of you went when you two ran away from town.

From Kuroo's perspective, he got everything in his arms and that was you. He can’t forget how thankful he is that there’s this person he is able to share his strawberry ice cream with. He felt at ease with you, he felt home with you. He also regretted that he never got to tell you that he loves you a lot sooner, but you assured him everything is fine.

At night when he holds you tight, your hair would fall in his arms as you both sway to Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl, and a Cheshire smirk in his face. And when the morning comes, you showed him your hiding spots, you showed him a place where it is peaceful, you showed him your safe place as Kuroo knew how your hands moved when you’re nervous, he watched you lips turn into smiles when you see him, he knew your mannerisms and jokes that always makes him laugh.

A small pond close to yours and his old school, that’s your favorite spot and now, also his. He would hold you close when he’s there with you playing soft songs that you and he knew, as he tells you that he loves you in between the chorus and verse.

He still remembers the night where he slept by your side while you tell him your dreams and hopes for the both of you. He still tastes the time when he heard you bragging to his friend that he is so unique.

Like from the beginning Kenma watched you two fall, he also the first one watched the both of you break.

Kenma watched Kuroo’s eyes leave yours whenever his new friend enters the room, Kenma watched Kuroo’s hand leaving yours and guiding the other person in the room. He watched Kuroo’s jacket on his friend too. Kenma watched the sweetness of strawberry ice cream start to get bitter. Kenma watched Kuroo leave you.

He watched Kuroo break you.

Who would’ve thought he would be here, watching Kuroo kneeling in front of someone he never really knew asking their hand in marriage, there Kenma sees your image in the pond next to your old school and his, there he watched Kuroo making another person that’s not you to be his. He watched Kuroo once again fall with someone, look at someone as if they are the most fragile thing in the world, he watched Kuroo trade jackets with someone, he watched Kuroo telling the jokes you used to tell him, he watched Kuroo fall in love with someone and fell out of love with you.

But among other things, one thing that Kenma cannot seem to unsee is whenever he sees Kuroo with that someone, he sees you, Kenma sees your mirroring image, doing the things you used to do with Kuroo.

Here he is now, staring at Kuroo, in a room where people are waiting for the groom to enter the room. Kenma watched his friend preparing for a marriage.

“Kuroo, when you enter the place where you will say ‘I do’, please be honest with me..” Kenma uttered a simple glimpse from Kuroo while Kuroo fixed his hair. “When you call her, do you almost say [Name]’s name?”

Cause they actually sound the same. “With everything you did with [Name], was [Name] just your type?”

Kenma argued and his voice got a little louder making Kuroo stand up and look at him firmly. “I bet you danced her with Uptown Girl, like you once did with [Name]!”

By now, Kuroo and Kenma had their first hardfist argument. At Kuroo’s wedding day.

“When are you gonna tell her that you and [Name] did that too?” He asked, making Kuroo bite his inner lip, Kenma walked closer to Kuroo and looked at his eyes. “..She might think it’s special but Kuroo, it’s all reused!”

Kenma watched tears coming out of Kuroo’s eyes as he looked away from Kuroo and stared at the empty wall behind Kuroo.

“I’ve watched you for a long time, Kuroo. And don’t act like you didn’t do things with [Name], like trading jackets? Singing along with Glee? Give me a break, Kuroo.” He sighed, while letting his hand ball into a fist meeting Kuroo’s face.

“Do you get Deja vu, when she’s with you?”

That was the last thing Kuroo ever heard from Kenma’s voice, as he left the room and entered his own wedding ceremony, there he saw your eyes when he walked on the aisle, he saw your eyes in the crowd and visioned himself next to you. He met your eyes in the crowd and he now realized, someone took your spot that should be yours.

A spot that was yours--supposed to be yours. He met your eyes, wishing he can turn back time. His eyes left you for a moment and you were gone. Kenma watched you leave the ceremony and when Kuroo reached the end of the aisle he met Kenma’s gaze and whispered.

“I do get Deja Vu of [Name], Kenma.”

At last Kenma watched Kuroo again as he breaks from the inside and as Kuroo wishing this was only a dream--a nightmare that he can wake up anytime.

Fin

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mr. perfectly fine - kuroo tetsurou . ( entry no. 2 ) genre: angst to relief(?) | notes: song fic, cursing | 2.5k words - part two of kuroo's deja vu: where he came back to you part 1 | part 2 the playlist of this two shot: click here stream mr. perfectly fine by taylor swift enjoy your meal!

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is love and be loved in return,” - Christian, Moulin Rouge

The marriage went on like Summer to Winter if you asked Kuroo, the marriage went on like a warm embrace of the sun but throughout the entire time he was burning, the love went on like autumn with leaves slowly falling apart, and their spark froze like stuck in the winter time. As much as he hates it, he’s in the same state like his parents once did, he is experiencing the things he didn’t want to experience.

Screaming at each other at the top of their lungs, here they are again arguing on something stupid. Kuroo never knew what went wrong but maybe he went too fast, maybe he changed the seasons too fast. Here, they are now seeing their pictures in frames slowly breaking, the glass all shattering, the marriage was a mistake, they both knew that. Kuroo never wanted his love life to be in this way, he never wanted this. All he wanted was to be loved and to be loved in return.

Now here he is, wishing he never walked on the aisle, wishing he can just run towards your arms, wishing he can wake up because the idiotic fool that he is, is still him living on his deja vu. Kuroo never meant to push everyone away, he blamed himself, maybe the marriage is slowly falling apart because it was his fault, maybe his marriage is falling apart because everytime he looks at his lover all he thinks and sees is you. But here is now, wondering what could’ve been if he never let you go.

A knock was heard in the door three times, seems like his lover is home. He opened the door uttering and wishing it was you. There he met the same eyes he fought with last night, if he could and if he only could he would go back to you. The marriage of his wasn’t even healthy anymore, a kiss on a forehead was nothing but a mere routine expected from him by his lover, a recall of saying ‘I’m home’ is nothing but a call that his lover is already in the house because it wasn’t exactly a home.

He still remembers how his eyes wonder yours, and whenever his eyes lingers to his lover he thinks of yours. He still remembers how your lips curved whenever you smile, and when his lover smiles you always cross his mind. The day went by just like the wind, such grace but too fast. He slept on the couch without muttering a sweet goodnight. His lover went to sleep without humming a soft hymn to make him fall asleep. He did all things he once did to you with his lover but his lover is nothing but a mere lookalike that he wished he never knew.

It was morning again and they both separated on the way to their work without saying a soft morning or a kiss for adoration, they just went to their work without a word. On the side of Kenma, he knew Kuroo would eventually fall apart, he looked at him again, watching him tearing himself apart. Kenma doesn’t know if Kuroo was crying because of his lover or maybe he was crying because of you. He doesn't know what to say to make him better, he hates this feeling, he hates this sight but there’s nothing else he can do.

“How is [Name]?”

Kuroo’s tired voice echoed in Kenma's room, making Kenma flinch for he hadn't seen his friend for a long time. He saw Kuroo with bags on his hand, Kenma immediately figured what’s going on, without a ring on Kuroo’s hand, Kenma knew: Kuroo was already tired.

“Aren’t you gonna ask, if I’m okay?”

Kuroo flopped down on the near couch whilst meeting Kenma’s gaze. “[Name] is...doing great.”

Kenma’s response was short and he broke the gaze between him and Kuroo. Kuroo wants to ask a lot of things but who he is, he can’t undo what’s already done, he can’t even play the game anymore because he already lost. He begged himself to keep saying ‘It’s really love.’ But who is he fooling?

“Why now, Kuroo? Why now?”

Kenma put down his gaming console and sat on the floor staring at Kuroo laying on his couch. “I miss [Name], Kenma. I miss [Name] so much--” Kenma just looks at his friend and softly uttered “[Name] is doing fine without you, Kuroo.” Kenma stood up once again and called someone and Kuroo wished it was you. He wished that Kenma was calling you. To his luck, Kenma was actually on the call with you.

Oh, how he wished he was Kenma, he had no rights to grab the phone from Kenma and talk to you, he had no right to call you his, he had no rights to tell you that he is missing you too much, he had no rights to call you his love. He just wishes to go back.

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“But what is grief? If not love persevering.” - Vision, WandaVision

“The usuals?” Osamu Miya asked you while you waited patiently in line to order the famous onigiri of Osamu, with a nod he proceeded to work with a smile on his face. You reached out for your money and paid Osamu your bill. “I’ll see you again tomorrow, [Last Name]!” He announces and you give a little wave as you leave his stall.

Upon entering the night train, you saw a familiar bedhead and next to him was a guy with dark hair with a dash of blonde reminded you of the call that you had with Kenma, yesterday. A call that seemed to be misdialed but it seems the message was clear. “Kenma?”

Your voice seemed to be captivated by the two, only three people were on the train and it happened to be the former best friends, one who watched the two from the beginning, the other one who back then was ‘Mr. Every single day in the end, I will be by your side’, and you. Their eyes began to wonder, if you’ve been there the entire time, the two wondered if it’s okay to see you again after all this time. You, on the other hand, walked towards them with a smile on your face. “It’s been so long..” You muttered.

Kuroo just stared at you once again, as if you’re the most fragile thing in the world yet he couldn’t hold you, like you’re the most precious thing in the world but he couldn’t hold you tight.

“[Na-Name]..”

Was it the joy or was it the fear made Kuroo stutter when he said your name, it seems like he’s been planning to say your name for a period of time but you, now standing in front of him is something he didn’t understand, you’re in front of him now but yet, you feel so further away from him.

“Hey..Kuroo..”

As if he was wishing you’ll call him as Tetsurou, as if he was wishing he could be yours once again, as if he was hoping everything would be the way it was. You sat on a vacant seat and read the situation that you three is currently in. You noticed the restless eyes of Kuroo and Kenma watched with worry written in his eyes. Here he is watching you both once again, he would notice Kuroo’s hand trembles a bit, he watched your hand get sweaty. Kuroo just wished you noticed his ring on his hand that was no longer there.

You did notice it, you noticed it because you missed him so much. But here you are, wondering if the pain is actually worth it if you’re seeing him again falling.

“So, where are you guys going to go?”

You asked, you still had that care you both had for them years ago, you still got that sweet gaze that always leaves Kuroo’s lips agape.

“Your house, actually.”

To your surprise, they actually thought of you. You three got out of the train when it stopped, you guys walked on a thick and undefying silence on the way, you opened the door on your house and invited them to eat with you without a word, you three just kept going as if you three knew this day would eventually come. You three became aware that this was inevitable however the tension between you and Kuroo along with the tension with Kenma and Kuroo is fighting off against each other.

You three sat in each perspective place while you three ate up, making you remember a scene from a highschool, remembering that everytime you three eat lunch you often hear people saying Kuroo is the ‘Mr. Perfect Face’, how you remembered how your eyes lingered a bit longer to ‘Mr. I always stay’ , gosh, what the hell happened? Kenma watched every moment, every second, he looked for a sign where you linger to Kuroo’s gaze, he looked at your eyes hoping no one took Kuroo’s place.

Kuroo never wondered why Kenma was quiet, he knew he'd been watching you so he did the same, looking over you how your skin looks so delicate, looking over you wishing he had begged you to stay. The dinner went fast, too fast. In fact, the night was already deep and you asked them to stay, which Kuroo used as his hope.

Lost in the vast midnight, Kuroo roamed around your house, hoping he'd see some clues perhaps to hold him, to keep him there. He’s hoping he can see a house that you and him built in the corner of his mind that once disappeared from him and you.

“Why are you still awake?”

He jolted when he heard your voice, maybe he was not too late?

“I--uh, I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Well, you should, the bags under your eyes tell otherwise.”

The moon’s light showers you an amount where you see Kuroo’s details, his familiar bed head, his eyes that once watched you like a cat. He grabbed his phone and played something, an oddly familiar song. Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl, you looked at him as you gave a deep sigh. As he offered his hand for a dance which you accepted.

He utters apologies and hope in between the chorus and verse. He was desperate if someone would say--

A business man lost his lover and now, he tries to go back to his former, he was so damn desperate to be in your arms again. He felt your hair falling in his arms, oh, how he missed this. He felt his hand getting warmer every time you danced with him. Atleast, this once he felt you closer to him again.

“[Name]”

He uttered your name in such a soothing manner, you stopped swaying with him and he rested his hand on your cheek. He doesn’t need to remind himself. He looked into your eyes and he didn’t see him, he just saw you facing the world alone, he looked at you searching for something that he wished to linger. He was not part of your dreams anymore.

Mr. Perfectly Fine, “How’s your heart after breaking mine, Tetsu?” You asked him. He doesn’t need to be told twice because just like Kenma said you’re doing great, good, better. No doubt he was ‘Mr. Too Late.’

You saw him looking away from you but you pulled him into a tight embrace, despite the height difference he cupped his cheeks, as tears started streaming down his face. He lost again.

“I have already loved you, Tetsu. We built our own home out of memories and emotions..” He tried not to fall apart in front of you. He wiped away his tears as he held you closer.

“Now, I’m happy on my own. It’s time to leave that home. Tetsu, I loved you.”

You kissed the left side of his lips as he rested his head on your shoulder, he cried as if he was lost because indeed he was. He lost you in between his dreams and deja vu, he forgot to love you and only loved your lookalike. How he wishes to run back to you when he was still on the aisle that time, how he wishes he was still your Mr. Perfectly Fine.

The End.

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Kuroo - Event Anniversary

notice: playing among us with nekoma, kuroo being afk, fluff fluff

to my owl mate in fukurodani! this is for u @gayerthantheewrites and @simpforwhoknows

enjoy ur meal!

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With the prompt:”Let’s pretend you didn’t say that because I want to confess first..”

Being the manager of Nekoma wasn’t really an easy task, not to mention the fact that Nekoma is a powerhouse school when it comes to volleyball: it’s always offered with practice matches every now and then but like Kuroo told you: on the bright side you get to spend more time with him and Kenma, which made you smile at his thought.

“I ain’t the imposter, Kuroorororo.”

Your voice made the bedhead smirk while playing the game, earning a groan from Kenma. It’s about nine in the evening when the whole team of Nekoma decided to play Among Us, since it’s already nine time you got an invite from Kenma about the game leading you to join: Kai, Yaku, Tora, Lev, Kenma, Fukunaga, Inouka, a friend of Kenma in Discord, and you along with Kuroo. Since the fact that you’re the manager you sleep in a different room. And up to this moment, you turned on your mic on discord to defend yourself.

“Really, now? So, why are standing in the vent in electrical, huh?”

Kuroo’s deep voice shook your ear, earning a light response from Kenma: “I swear, if you keep telling me that [Name] is suspicious, I’ll kick you out.”

Earning the response, you lightly chuckled. After a few moments, it was revealed that Yaku and Kenma were the imposters: after leaving the game, you went out to get some drink on the vending machine only to be greeted by Kuroo’s eyes.

“What’s up, bedhead?”

Ah, we’re alone now, aren’t we, ah this is my chance! Kuroo thought in his head. He’s about to speak about something important when you cut him off.

“It’s pretty hurtful knowing that my crush is actually turning against me and making me really suspicious..”

“[Name]--Wait, what?”

Kuroo just stood there while he looked at you picking your drinks. Processing what you just said, making him think of the fact that you two knew each other since you two were four years old. He knew when was the first time you got your scar by playing games outside, you also knew his first loss in volleyball, you both knew how you yearn and became fond of each other, you both knew that, you watched each other to get everything from meeting Kenma to choosing what club to join: and how, it’s just him and you.

“Oh, uh, I said I have a crush on you. And I like you.”

Kuroo just really stood there like that character that seems AFK from the game, he just stood there while looking at you and waiting for you to pull up a camera or something to prank him, to get back at him when you two are still playing Among Us, but no, it was just you confessing to him.

“Where did that come from?”

You uttered to yourself, feeling a little flustered about your sudden confession even though it came out really bold.

“Well, it’s our third year in highschool so, I thought I let you know..”

You hummed while still staring at the frozen Kuroo. He looked at you and there was no mischief behind your look, you just looked sincere and soft at the moment. A few seconds later, he just grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him as he embraced you and rested his chin to your head.

“Let’s pretend you didn’t say that because I want to confess first..”

You chuckled in his chest and nodded.

“I like you, a lot, [Name].”

And think it’s pretty safe to say that he’s got his win before even the match starts tomorrow.

The end -

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"Deja Vu"

Kuroo Tetsurou (Ft. Kozume Kenma) | Haikyuu Imagine

notice: all characters are aged up, angst

part 1 | part 2

playlist: Uptown Girl by Billy Joel, Deja Vu by Olivia Rodrigo

author's note: this fic is heavily inspired by Olivia Rodrigo's deja vu ;)

the playlist dedicated for this story. (< click here)

enjoy your meal!

You knew Kuroo and Kenma since the three of you are still young, you knew about their flaws and golden qualities but more importantly you became too fond of Kuroo and Kenma, on the other hand also knew that. He knew how your eyes linger a little longer when it comes to Kuroo, Kenma watched you feel enamoured while you watched Kuroo. Kenma watched you so much that he knew you loved Kuroo more than just a friend. Kenma, always watched you, trying to figure out if Kuroo feels the same with you.

To his luck, he watched Kuroo’s eyes watch every moment, every scenery whenever the bedhead is with you. Kenma also watched the first time Kuroo looked at you as if you’re the most fragile thing in the room. Kenma watched Kuroo and you fell in love with one another.

Kenma was always there with the both of you. Gosh, he can’t even get over the fact that he stayed up all night hearing Kuroo talk about you and you greeting him in the morning only to tell him about your dreams that you wish to achieve with Kuroo. The blonde already fed up with too much information to the point he just blurted out that you two should date.

Kenma watched his two best friend love each other, he watched the both of you trade jacket’s even your jacket actually doesn’t fit Kuroo, he watched you laugh at every Kuroo’s chemistry joke, he watched the both of you sing the songs in Pitch Perfect and Glee even though sometimes you two are out of tune, and he watched you and Kuroo brag to your friends that you finally found someone to keep and to hold for a lifetime. Kenma always wanted this to see Kuroo with a smile on his face and a joy creeping up your lips.

He also was one of the first persons who knew where the two of you went when you two ran away from town.

From Kuroo's perspective, he got everything in his arms and that was you. He can’t forget how thankful he is that there’s this person he is able to share his strawberry ice cream with. He felt at ease with you, he felt home with you. He also regretted that he never got to tell you that he loves you a lot sooner, but you assured him everything is fine.

At night when he holds you tight, your hair would fall in his arms as you both sway to Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl, and a Cheshire smirk in his face. And when the morning comes, you showed him your hiding spots, you showed him a place where it is peaceful, you showed him your safe place as Kuroo knew how your hands moved when you’re nervous, he watched you lips turn into smiles when you see him, he knew your mannerisms and jokes that always makes him laugh.

A small pond close to yours and his old school, that’s your favorite spot and now, also his. He would hold you close when he’s there with you playing soft songs that you and he knew, as he tells you that he loves you in between the chorus and verse.

He still remembers the night where he slept by your side while you tell him your dreams and hopes for the both of you. He still tastes the time when he heard you bragging to his friend that he is so unique.

Like from the beginning Kenma watched you two fall, he also the first one watched the both of you break.

Kenma watched Kuroo’s eyes leave yours whenever his new friend enters the room, Kenma watched Kuroo’s hand leaving yours and guiding the other person in the room. He watched Kuroo’s jacket on his friend too. Kenma watched the sweetness of strawberry ice cream start to get bitter. Kenma watched Kuroo leave you.

He watched Kuroo break you.

Who would’ve thought he would be here, watching Kuroo kneeling in front of someone he never really knew asking their hand in marriage, there Kenma sees your image in the pond next to your old school and his, there he watched Kuroo making another person that’s not you to be his. He watched Kuroo once again fall with someone, look at someone as if they are the most fragile thing in the world, he watched Kuroo trade jackets with someone, he watched Kuroo telling the jokes you used to tell him, he watched Kuroo fall in love with someone and fell out of love with you.

But among other things, one thing that Kenma cannot seem to unsee is whenever he sees Kuroo with that someone, he sees you, Kenma sees your mirroring image, doing the things you used to do with Kuroo.

Here he is now, staring at Kuroo, in a room where people are waiting for the groom to enter the room. Kenma watched his friend preparing for a marriage.

“Kuroo, when you enter the place where you will say ‘I do’, please be honest with me..” Kenma uttered a simple glimpse from Kuroo while Kuroo fixed his hair. “When you call her, do you almost say [Name]’s name?”

Cause they actually sound the same. “With everything you did with [Name], was [Name] just your type?”

Kenma argued and his voice got a little louder making Kuroo stand up and look at him firmly. “I bet you danced her with Uptown Girl, like you once did with [Name]!”

By now, Kuroo and Kenma had their first hardfist argument. At Kuroo’s wedding day.

“When are you gonna tell her that you and [Name] did that too?” He asked, making Kuroo bite his inner lip, Kenma walked closer to Kuroo and looked at his eyes. “..She might think it’s special but Kuroo, it’s all reused!”

Kenma watched tears coming out of Kuroo’s eyes as he looked away from Kuroo and stared at the empty wall behind Kuroo.

“I’ve watched you for a long time, Kuroo. And don’t act like you didn’t do things with [Name], like trading jackets? Singing along with Glee? Give me a break, Kuroo.” He sighed, while letting his hand ball into a fist meeting Kuroo’s face.

“Do you get Deja vu, when she’s with you?”

That was the last thing Kuroo ever heard from Kenma’s voice, as he left the room and entered his own wedding ceremony, there he saw your eyes when he walked on the aisle, he saw your eyes in the crowd and visioned himself next to you. He met your eyes in the crowd and he now realized, someone took your spot that should be yours.

A spot that was yours--supposed to be yours. He met your eyes, wishing he can turn back time. His eyes left you for a moment and you were gone. Kenma watched you leave the ceremony and when Kuroo reached the end of the aisle he met Kenma’s gaze and whispered.

“I do get Deja Vu of [Name], Kenma.”

At last Kenma watched Kuroo again as he breaks from the inside and as Kuroo wishing this was only a dream--a nightmare that he can wake up anytime.

Fin

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old fashioned lovers - kuroo tetsurou genre: angst | notes: slight mention of cheating, hbd kuroo, angst, twilight reference, falling out of love | 0.7k words - where you and kuroo fell out of love. extra: Hey! everyone, it's been a while, I've been busy and facing a huge self decision whether i should change my username or not erm--yeah, but i hope everyone is doing good and i'll try to be active, stay safe

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You and Kuroo have a lot of differences and sometimes these differences were overlooked because you two were the perfect couple -- was the perfect couple.

It happened on the night you met Kuroo, and despite the differences in yours and his personalities, you two looked forward to the date set in the morning. For months and a year Kuroo followed you, he followed you to get your heart, to get you to say yes. And you did.

The first night he spent with you was your second anniversary with him and that night he realized he loves you more than anything and would do anything for you, including breaking your heart. Kuroo knew how hard a relationship can be, he knew it first hand seeing his parents fall apart, seeing everything he adores fall apart, but that change when he met you, because of you he finally had hope, he had courage, and felt the love that he longed for a long time, he knew that it was good having you by his side, in fact, he believed that it was too good, too good to be true, and it was.

The third year in the relationship was buying a home with no one just you and Kuroo, the third year in the relationship was you having a secret language with him and him having a secret favorite scent that reminds him of you. Kuroo looked at the bedsheets as he rest his hand on your cheek.

This was too good to be true.

“Tetsu, why are you awake, it’s too early…”

“Sorry, I woke you up, baby. Go back to sleep, I just like watching you sleep.”

“Are you pulling an Edward Cullen, now? You should go back to sleep too, Tetsu..”

And there he stared at you, sleeping peacefully.

This was too good to be true.

The fourth year in the relationship was the first and last fall of the glass. The glass was no ordinary glass, it was a glass filled with passion and love, and that first fall ruined the night, that night he think of someone while holding your hand but he didn’t tell you about it cause he believes that made him more of a good guy. But he was wrong. The first time the glass fell wasn’t only his fault, it was yours too.

That time when he uttered another name while holding you, you think of another person other than Kuroo. You wanted to scream at yourself for thinking like that, as you remind yourself, you love Tetsurou, but when you met his eyes that time, his eyes were pleading something, something you could not give. And that time Kuroo wasn’t the only one who dropped the glass, you did too.

That night, was the last night.

The last night Kuroo saw your face, the last night you held Kuroo’s hand, the last night Kuroo held you like a fragile glass, the last night you kiss Kuroo a ‘goodnight’.

The night was so painful, that it was true.

The last night wasn’t a painful farewell, it was the sweet goodbye, you two knew that you danced too much these past years together, you two loved too much together.

“I’m sorry--I couldn’t keep my promise of spending forever with you..”

“It’s okay, Tetsu. I’m sorry too.”

Some would say they are the perfect couple --- they were the perfect couple. They were so perfect that even their differences took part in that perfect piece but not all the time perfect wins.

You and Kuroo part ways but a part of him stays with you and a part of you stays with him.

You are his greatest love and his calming pain.

And he is your sweetest serendipity and soft goodbye.

And just like the first night you and Kuroo met, you saw the differences between you and him, but this time it was the last night.

This was too good to be true, he reminded himself once again.

He kissed your forehead and you returned it with a sad smile.

“We met but it was never destined.”

That’s the last piece of glass, and you and Kuroo were nothing more but old lovers.

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THE MILK !

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro X Reader

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ contents: You wonder how your husband would react if you changed your mind about having kids.

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ warnings: suggestive themes, mentions of pregnancy.

You've got a free day off from your boss because this morning your boss's wife's water broke and she had to run to the labor. Your boss mentioned to everyone in the office that he doesn't want to miss a second when his wife is in a labor.

The whole day you've been scrolling on Tiktok and come across a video of a wife asking her husband what if she doesn't want to have kids, their husband's reaction was adorable saying that it's alright and that they can just adopt it they want.

Watching that video makes you wonder, you two never discuss it after you get married. It's been 2 years since your wedding day and yet you two never mentioned starting a family even though your parents asked countless times when are you two going to have kids, they're begging for grandkids heck even your grandmother would rub your stomach and mutter something under her breath but you two just laughed it off.

The second Tetsurou steps a foot in your shared house, he would do his normal routine every day, he would kiss your forehead, nose, and finally lips, a longing kiss that would last longer.

After dinner you decided to ask him. "Baby?"

"Yeah?" He asks with a bag of chips in his hands.

"What would you do if I decide not to have kids anymore?"

"Impossible" He says while chewing.

"What! Why?" You ask him with a small frown, curious why he said that.

"You have to have kids." He respond.

"Why?"

"How else am I gonna try THE MILK." He told you with beaming eyes and munching the chips. You're so confused by what he meant.

"The milk!?"

"yeah, the milk."

"What do you mean by the milk??"

He holds his finger up saying wait till he finished the chips in his mouth before opening his mouth again, "Listen every guy is curious, you can ask any guy on the planet. They are curious about what it tastes like ok?"

"what!" you laugh.

"And you're not gonna let me taste some random lady's milk! So I need you to have my child so I can try the milk" he added, starting to your eyes, determined.

"So the only reason you want me to have a kid is so that you can try my milk?" you question him with your eyes narrowed a bit. He shakes his head.

"No honey listen, that's not the only reason ok? I wanna raise a child and do that extra stuff and whatever but the main reason is that okay listen" he throw the empty bag away and stood up

"There's a reason why babies cry all the time when they don't have it. It gotta be something magical or something, it's gotta taste amazing for them to just cry all the time when they don't have it. So I wanna try it." he said with a nonchalant tone.

You had another idea for him about you deciding something else, "What if I decide to formula feed instead?" You asked.

He shakes his head "Oh no no, we're not doing formula feed, it's up to you if you want to have kids or not but if we do have a child we're not doing formula." He responded.

You let out a baffled sound at his reaction, "How else am I gonna try THE MILK?" You toppled over at his last comment.

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𝐇𝐐 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 !

ಌ including: h. iwazumi, t. kuroo, w. ushijima, x fem!reader

ಌ genre: fluff

breathin: ariana grande

୨୧ HAJIME :: waking up next to you for the first time was one of the best sights to see in the morning, most of the blanket pulled over your head to hide from the sun. Your figure snuggled into his side. Messy bed ridden hair, and an adorable sleeping face. His heartbeat was going understandably fast, were you always this cute? He wondered if he should kiss you awake or capture this moment. A small smile crept up on his face as he heard you murmer his name in your sleep, and you were dreaming about him.

Deciding to do both, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead making you shift impossibly closer to his chest with a soft smile on your lips. Careful as to not wake you he reached for his phone off of his nightstand, quickly grabbing it and snapping a picture of you. He's definetly teasing you with this later, but for now he dropped his phone on the bed. Wrapping his arm back around your waist, "cute."

୨୧ TETSURO :: the first time kuroo heard your laugh he thought he was dreaming, seeing that cute smile tug at your lips as you went to cover your mouth was the single action that made the middle blockers heart swell. He wanted to kiss you and hug you so tight right then and there, his pupils filled with love and passion for you. He always wondered how he got so lucky to have such a breathtaking s/o, everything about you was damn near perfect. Especially your smile, fuck he was falling for you all over again. "You keep staring at her like that she's gonna think your being creepy." Kenma commented, eyes focused on his hand held game.

"Love is creepy now kenma?" "The way you express things will always make something weird."

୨୧ WAKATOSHI :: watching you stand up on your tippy toes to kiss toshi everytime, never fails to make him smile down at you. He offers to help you, but you both know he likes seeing you struggle to kiss him. And then when you finally peck his lips, you'll wrap your arms around his neck. Making him chuckle as his hands found their way to his waist, "I did it!" The big giant hearts warmed seeing that cute dorky smile of yours, not being able to stop himself from pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Yes, yes you did." A slight blush crept up on your face as you felt his lips against yours, "Can I have another love?"

Despite his slight teasing nature, you saw the hint embarassment in his face. "Of course toshi, you can have kisses anytime."

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔: 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓— FT. HAIKYUU

✾˚featuring :: suna rintaro and kuroo tetsuro

✾˚summary :: having cute and slightly romantic touches w/haikyuu boys

✾˚ description + notes :: gn! reader, just cute touches, kind ooc suna? maybe idk, I've been meaning to make another post for a while now I'm so glad I finally did! I think I'm getting back into my normal posting schedule. Expect more frequent updates soon!

#—𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

thigh touching + multiple cases of slightly flirty eye contact

when you first met suna he was a very relaxed and chill person, who after time spent with him you found out he was low-key flirty and a silly person. So whenever your thighs would touch under the table, you never did move it away because mainly you liked the warmth and you liked messing with him. However seeing that cocky grin of his made you quickly withdraw.

There would also be times when you had a gut feeling that someone was looking at you, and everytime you would look up from your paper, you would be met with a flirtatious suna winking at you. Which you had to admit would make you believe he was actually into you, but then again in the back of your mind you knew with all the options he had in the grade—no in the whole school theres no way he would settle for someone like you. Then again you could swear you saw a glimmer in his eyes whenever he looked your way..must be a trick of light.

#—𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎

fixing your glasses for you

Kuroo wasn't the hot playboy nerd to you, he was the smartass geek who just so happened to be in a hot body. So whenever you saw girls in your class get all worked up seeing the middle blocker do things for you, you couldn't help but just roll your eyes. Noticing this he grinned poking your cheek, "What is it shorty? Mad that i have so many aodring fans?" You flicked his arm as you sucked your teeth, "No, if anything I'm mad because all those girls want you for is your looks and not your personality at all. If im being honest you look average to me." You admitted, blankly.

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"So you don't find me attractive at all?"

"Not at all-" Your words fell deaf on your tounge as you then saw kuroo adjust your glasses for you, coming close to your face in the process to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His expression teasing, while yours just pure shock. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne and his natural scent, did he always smell this good? Your eyes flickered to his hesitantly before he said, "Still think so?"

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SYP — w characters who i think are actually really clingy (secretly or not)

GEN. — fluff

WARN. — gn!reader, clingy characs, pda, sickening couple activities

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NOTES. — im literally so bad at sticking to one character 😭 im glad u love my works, have a good day lovely <33

thinking about having a clingy bf who can’t get enough of ur love <3

ur clingy bf! who can’t stop clinging onto you like a koala.

ur clingy bf! who loves back hugging you and discovering different cuddle positions.

ur clingy bf! who shows up to your door at random times with a bouquet of your fav flowers.

ur clingy bf! who has a secret obsession with the sweet taste of your lips.

ur clingy bf! who encourages you to play the chapstick game, a new excuse to kiss you over and over. (he doesn’t even make an effort to guess the flavour..)

ur clingy bf! who pulls you away at any social event to kiss you breathless.

ur clingy bf! who stares at you with a subtle pout as his friends drag him away to do god knows what.

ur clingy bf! who basically uses his status to go see you instead of doing what he should be.

ur clingy bf! who refuses to remove his arms around you in the morning, leading you to quite literally limp around with him attached to your hip.

ur clingy bf! who tries to act stoic in public but his facade crumbles in 5 minutes and his hands are back on your waist.

ur clingy bf! who has a habit of rubbing your noses together.

ur clingy bf! who carries you all different styles and doesn’t care about your protests.

ur clingy bf! who always cradles your face so gently whenever you’re ranting and just stares at you with heart eyes and a big, silly smile on his lips.

ur clingy bf! who pulls you back to his chest when you get even a centimetre farther from him.

ur clingy bf! who gives you another bottle of his perfume to spray on your clothes so you smell like him when you go out.

ur clingy bf! who’s always there for receiving and giving affection, especially on hard days.

ur clingy bf! who’d rather die than leave the comfort of your arms wrapped around him, his safe place.

ur clingy bf! who loves you so much that he has to remind you how amazing you are literally every 10 minutes.

ur clingy bf! who send you those care-packages every month filled with all of your favourite things, skincare, games, books etc.

ur clingy bf! who always matches with you in real life and in every game you two own. (no such thing as u playing a game that he doesnt play)

ur clingy bf! who’s always loud asf whenever he sees you. (mf sprints to u to give u a hug)

ur clingy bf! who calls you every single term of endearment, even the weirdest ones.

ur clingy bf! who definitely unironically calls you his pookie wookie farting glitter boo boo bear. (he says it so seriously too..)

ur clingy bf! who wont let you pay for anything and spoils you with everything he can get his hands on.

ur clingy bf! who would and will give the world to you.

thinking about having a clingy bf who can’t get enough of u <3

bonus!! —

the sound of the iphone alarm rings throughout the bedroom. a mix of deep, raspy groans and soft whining fill the room, replacing said irritating noise.

you reach to tap the ‘snooze’ button but a hand grabs your arm. he stretches a hand out to hit it instead but missed 5 times before effectively shutting it off. he groans, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your chest.

“babe, get up. you’re too fat, you’re suffocating me.”

“‘s too early to get up, stop squirming,” he reaches a hand up to your face, trying to cover your mouth before you slap it away.

you wriggle in his grasp before stopping, surrendering to his warmth.

“morning, my sweet waffle with honey, maple syrup and berries on top.”

there was a good few seconds of silence to make you realise he’s not joking and genuinely calls you that.

upon imaging the image of waffles in your mind, the idea obviously makes your stomach grumble. you wanted to get up and make some but forgot about the tired guy on your chest.

with a loud groan, you drag him with you out of bed. you can definitely hear his quiet giggles as he brings the blanket with him, perched on his shoulders while you drag him around.

bonus #2!! —

“i got it, i got it!”

“baby, let me pay for it!” you strain out, struggling against his tight embrace. you can feel the vibrations of his chest behind you as he captures your arms in one hand and tries to put the money in the machine with the other.

you squeal when you free your hands from his vice grip and he tickles you to prevent sticking your money in.

“babe, babe stop! i wanna pay, its my turn.”

“i got it, don’t worry. im not gonna let you pay, ill cover it,” he laughs, taking the cash from your hands and slipping it back into your wallet.

at this point, you’re thrashing around in his grasp, not harsh enough to hurt him though. he has his arms hooked under your shoulders to prevent you from moving forward.

“please, let me pay! i got it, its fine!” he protests through his own laughter.

you throw your head back on his shoulder, giggling while trying to free yourself from his grip. he leans downwards and presses several kisses to your face, successfully stopping your movements.

he paid for you again. hey, at least you tried, right?

— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE (star rail) gepard, JING YUAN, SAMPO (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, KENMA, KUROO (KNY) TANJIRO, AKAZA (ENCANTO) carlos, CAMILO (ATSV) miguel, MILES, PAVITR () YOUR FAVES

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𖦹track twelve: waiting so long𖦹

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kuroo wants her to look up.

because she's sitting, facing him on the couch with her folded knees brushing against the tips of his. because her head's tilted down, biting down on her tongue in concentration, eyes fixed on the way her fingers lift and reposition his own over the frets of her guitar. because if she lifted her gaze, she would find that he was looking at her, studying that expression, taking her in. because if she looked up, she might realize how close she had gotten to him; she might want to get closer.

her touch isn't gentle. she forces his long fingers into strange and unnatural positions, cramping and stretching them to play the correct chords. the tips of her own fingers are weathered, the indentations from metal strings look permanent.

but still, when she is this close, the feeling of those rough, calloused hands on his own is enough to make his heart seize up in his chest. he forgets that there is a world outside of the two of them. there's nothing else happening but her hands on him and the buzz in the air.

"there," she says, leaning back and examining his hands with narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow. "now strum."

kuroo does what he's told. he mimics the strumming the motion he's seen others do, and the vibration of the strings sounds harsh and clanky. she winces. "no, not like that," she tells him with a shake of her head. she lifts her own wrist and strums invisible strings, "do it more like this," she tries to explain, and then does, what looks like to kuroo, the exact same thing again, "you did it like this, which is wrong."

he laughs. "you just did the same thing twice."

she opens her mouth, but is cut off by the shrill ringing of a phone. kuroo watches while she pulls it from her back pocket and contemplates if it would be worth it to remove his fingers from their placements just for her to tocuh him again.

her expression finds neutrality as she stares down at the screen, reading a contact name kuroo can't see. she doesn't answer it. she just places her phone down on the hardwood floor beneath her, and with a sharp motion, slides it to the other side of the room.

kuroo turns to watch as it flies, only stopping when it crashes into the wall of the adjacent kitchen. "who was that?" he questions, returning his attention back to her.

"just my mom," she answers with a shrug.

he looks back over his shoulder at the still-ringing phone, its vibrations made louder against the wood floor. "are you, uh, not a big fan of her?"

she flops back onto the couch and kuroo leans forward without realizing it, fascinated with the way the features of her face have shut down, not revealing anything about what's running through her head. "that's a fun way of putting it. sure. i'm not a fan of my mom."

kuroo wants to say something else, to get her to keep talking. but he moves his hand just an inch and she's upright again, grabbing onto his wrist and shifting it back into place. "c'mon dude, it took me like five minutes to get that right."

and she's back to where she was, leaning in close and taking hold of his fingers. so he can't really complain. "sorry," he says with a crooked grin.

she scoffs. "no you're fucking not."

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Ohhh okay let's start

Kuroo is an extrovert so most likely for you two to get together he is gonna be the one to make the first move

He is the type guy to just come up and start flirting with you and act all confined, but if you flirt back when you two are alone he'll go like o.0 boy will be so frustrated

I feel like you are probably good friends with Kenma and often stick with these two

Speaking of Kenma even if you don't tell him you like his best friend he WILL know. Kenma is observant so he'll notice, but won't say a word about it.

Kuroo will drag you to watch his practice every single time he can. Yk he is like the captain, the one who is in control there😆

He will also want you to come to his matches. You are his lucky charm what did you expect?

Wearing his jersey>>>>

He'll introduce you to his teammates even if takes times, because of your personality, but he won't rush you.

Wouldn't make you go to crowded places if you don't feel like it. He wouldn't push you to do anything you want

His arm will be around your waist while walking together no questions needed. He likes you close to him

I don't really know if he is really into PDA, but he'll do the normals like pecks, huggs, holding hands (if you are okay with these things ofc)

Again study dates>>>>

Matching things so everyone knows you're his💟

The guy will post you on every social media after asking you to do so.

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Should I post?

We’re not dating,” you both said, not missing a single second from the end of Yamamoto’s sentence.

“What?” Kuroo yelled, head whipping in your direction in shock?

“We’re not, right?” you whispered, turning your head towards him, double-checking at his disbelief.

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Whatever this is - Kuroo Tetsurou

“We get it. You guys are dating. Just admit it!” Yamamoto exasperated, throwing his hand up with a frustrated expression creeping onto his f

Countless - Free Real Estate! Kuroo

Part 1: Free Real Estate

So what are we? That was now your new dilemma.

A years’ worth of feeling was poured into that three second kiss. It was fleeting, but at the moment, it was much longer. The blurred lines of the night city peeking from the window you sat by. The weight of Kuroo’s head on your shoulder and the timely brushing of his hair across your neck still stained your memory. Sleeping was a task that night. How could you when all you could think of was Kuroo.

“Should I leave him a message? Maybe congratulate him?”

No. He must be asleep. He had a long day.

Kuroo was wide awake, laying on the floor beside his bed. Flowers? Chocolate? What could he do to show that he meant for the kiss to happen? Kenma, too, stayed up that night because of Kuroo’s insistent texts.

Kuroo wasn’t good at lots of things, including finding the right words to tell you how he felt, but one thing was for sure, he would chase you down the school halls every time he saw you standing on the other side. So he did.

“Thou shall not walk away with my heart”

“Rou?”

“Nothing. Kiss?”

You were flustered. Eyes open wide, searching his eyes for the teasing tone his words lacked.

“Do I have to intiate it or you’re going to be the man in this relationship and kiss me first?” Kuroo himself didn’t know where this was coming from, but he didn’t fight it. This was familiar. Just like the hundred other times, he had his arm around your neck. The hundred times you smiled at him for every successful block he made through the games. The hundred other times you came running to him after a match bouncing on your heel. It was natural. Same way he loved you. Learning small things about you failed to notice about yourself. Same way the kiss felt, simple.

It didn’t have you to be big and special, for you to like it. This was you, this was your friendship. It wasn’t pressuring. You didn’t need words to know that he felt the same. His hands fiddling behind his back, give it away.

“Yeah. I should really man up, huh?” You said, lips quirked up, catching on. Kuroo’s eyes visibly sparkled. Tugging the captain down by his collar, you nudged his nose with yours, holding eye contact. Kuroo was waiting for this, brain slightly more awake than yesterday’s. Eyes quickly falling to your lips as he smiled in anticipation. Noses brushing in an eskimo kiss before you finally met his lips halfway. The kiss was everything, and so much more than what Kuroo wanted to say. He tasted the same lip balm he remembers stealing for his chapped lips. You could taste the same lip balm that you used, on him. He would say he used only because you did too. A single hand coming up to your head, tucking behind the stray hair that fell onto your face.Other hand placed on the small of your back.

“I was certain you were too good to kiss in the moonlight.” Kuroo said smugly.

“So, I am the man in this relationship ?”

“If we’re in a relationship, then yes, you could be the man and I’ll be your lady”

“Milady, shall we seal the deal with a kiss?” you said, poking fun at the blushing boy who said before you.

“Seal the deal and we can head to our class,” Kuroo said, fondly fixing your hair for you.

Note: Hi guys, how are doing?🧸 I am kind of ✨stressed✨ Exams are coming up in a month and I am not ready. Hopefully, I find it in me to study. The post is a little small but I'll make it up with some text message of the same couple. So, keep an eye out for that. Bai, take care ⊂(￣(ｴ)￣)⊃