#god bless the red rival in a blue/red rivalry relationship

[scruncheduppaper]

same dynamic. do you guys get it. they are literally the same dynamic.

fast blue cocky protagonist vs rival red fan favourite look-alike who is worse but only marginally and is more closely bonded with humanity in its past (shadow having grown up in the ark and v2 originally being a guard robot). and theyre homoerotic enemies bc of course why not. do you guys understand.

[spring-emerald]

Kurodai + soft please!! So glad you're doing these prompts again 😊😊

Thank you @awzelles! I wanted to kick some writing blues away and this prompt list doesn’t pressure me so much so i thought of doing some again. I’m also glad that you generously sent me a prompt again, so really, thank you!

They found a spareclassroom, quite out of the way from the ones used as the sleeping quarters oftheir respective teams, to get a bit of privacy. Away from prying eyes thatwould surely usher some meaningful looks and teasing smiles. It’s a littlereprieve, since they already get a decent amount of that during the day, inbetween drills, practice matches, even during break time.

A look shared acrossthe net when Karasuno and Nekoma are paired up for a match would earn them asmall cough, either from Kenma or Sugawara. A brief touch when they pass byeach other would get some waggling eyebrows from Tanaka, Noya, and Tora. An(poorly executed) attempt in flirting would induce a nearby Yaku and Tsukishimato exhale a defeated sigh.

The list goes on.

Bokuto, bless hisoblivious soul, still thinks that what’s going on between the two of them isnothing but friendly rivalry. The tension even he can also feel, he only attributesto the fact that two are captains of teams that are dubbed as destined rivals. Hedoesn’t think for one moment that there is something else simmering underneaththe back and forth and heated glares.

Kuroo likes to keepit like that for as long as he could. He’s sure that Daichi does too. Bokutocould be so loud and their teammates are unbearable as it is.

And so they’re here,by their lonesome, having a poor imitation of a moon viewing party. Thewhirring sound of the ceiling fan accompanies the symphony of the cricketsoutside.

Kuroo managed to stowaway a spare blanket from Nekoma’s sleeping room, while Daichi grabbed themsome drinks from the nearby vending machine. It’s not exactly ideal, but theymake do with what they have.

It’s the person youspend it with and all that other sentimental jazz, after all.

They’re leaningagainst the wall, both sitting with their legs stretched out in front of them,sharing insights and anecdotes about the day’s events. Daichi talks about howhe’s worried about the freshman duo in his team because they’re on non-speakingterms.

He’s got a prettypout on his lips and his eyebrows dipped enough in worry, and it’s adorable (howDaichi is usually as Kuroo is finding recently), but he must admit that hedoesn’t like him making that face.

Kuroo slightly nudgeshim with an elbow. “They’ll be fine. They just need some time to work it out.”Kuroo knows that Daichi knows this; that he understands as much. But he alsoknows that as much as Daichi understands, he still can’t help but worry.

Daichi nods. “I knowthat,” he says, just as what Kuroo predicted he would. “But I can’t help butwonder until when, you know?”

That, Kuroo doesn’thave an answer. “There are some things that can’t be rushed. Like arelationship.” He shrugs and takes a sip of his banana milk.

Daichi gives him afunny look. “Really?” he scoffs. “Well this,”he waves a finger back and forth between the two of them, “doesn’t seemlike not rushing to me.”

Kuroo swallows hisdrink and promptly clicks his tongue. “It’s different.”

We’re different.

It’s not like they’rerushing rushing into this. It’s moreof a grab-the-opportunity-while-it’s-still-there kind of rushing. They’re bothon the same page, that being they’re still getting to know each other and theyboth are aware of it. Also aware that it’s a process. But it’s hard to keep correspondencewith the distance that they have between them and there’s only so much you canlearn through nightly conversations and texts spread out during the day.

So, when given achance to actually have that distance shortened- nonexistent, even, it’s just wiseto take it. And that’s what they’re doing.

And they think they’redoing a pretty good job at it, and are progressing steadily, if they so,apparent with this rendezvous. …That would have to come to an end soon, as itis getting kind of late and they both have to face another round of gruelingtraining again tomorrow.

Kuroo reluctantlytells Daichi about how they should go back to their rooms, and stands up. Daichifollows suit with a sigh that’s got Kuroo grabbing his hand and squeezing ittight.

Goodness, why does Daichihave to sound so sad when they part, like he doesn’t know that if Kuroo could,he would keep him to himself for a very long time, because that’s the effect hehas on him.

It’s really unfair. “Don’tmiss me too much, Sawamura.” He jests, just to subdue the way his heart isthrobbing inside his chest.

Daichi snorts. “I won’t,”he says, but the squeeze he gives Kuroo’s hand back says otherwise. They staylike that silently, comfortably. Until…

Kuroo breathes. Thekind that one does when one is preparing oneself to do something crucial,momentous.

Daichi’s given him agoodnight kiss, the other night; the feel of his soft lips still tingling the highcurve of Kuroo’s cheek.

He plans to returnthe favor tonight, and god, he’s trying to be nonchalant about it, trying hisbest to suppress the urge to thump his legs and fidget. His palms are wet, andhe knows it’s sweaty, but he hopes that Daichi thinks it’s the residual condensationfrom their cold drinks. He doesn’t want to think too much about it and justdives in.

In his haste, he misjudgetheir height difference and missed Daichi’s cheek, landing a rather rough oneon the side of his head; too fast and too hard that it made Daichi tilt hishead at the impact, while Kuroo instantly holds his nose.

“Ow.” They both sayat the same time. Then Kuroo sputters out an apology, red-faced in utter shame.

Daichi returns it witha mirthfully awkward laugh.

“Am I yourgrandmother?” He says, teasing but it doesn’t quite quell the redness of hischeeks. But then he tilts his head, presenting his cheek just the right way.

“Here,” he murmurs. Heflickers his eyes at Kuroo, but that already told Kuroo so much. Try again. Do it properly. I don’t mind.

Kuroo does just that.