#haikyu kuroo

[lunamochii]

i just know he have a praise kink

[theglitterypages]

Haikyu Boys Caught With Their Best Friend's Sister (Featuring Kuro Tetsuro)

Kuro knows how wrong this is but he did everything in his power to not fall for his best friend's sister. It's been a month since he started dating you behind your brother's back, he knows that it's disrespectful and he's risking his friendship with Kenma, knowing how much he adores you. But Kuro waited for so long, and fought his feelings it made his chest tighten whenever he'll see you but can only pretend to see you as a younger sister.

He treasures his friendship with Kenma but the way your skin feels warm and hot against his hands makes his brain malfunction, all he could think is how every inch of you must be worshipped, he breatehs into your skin, gently nipping, and marking the parts that his lips could reach as you arch your back and rake your fingers in his scalp. "T-Tetsu…" you chanted his name like a prayer and Kuro felt the last fiber of control he has in him snap just by hearing your sinful voice call out his name.

He met your eyes, his hand still roaming underneath your shirt as you sigh in pleasure. "Use your words, love. Tell me what you want…" he teased, gently nibbling on your ear and you groaned in frustration, earning a laugh from the man on top of you.

"God, I love you so much YN." he whispered leaning down to kiss you on your lips.

He lets you settle on his lap, his hands still under your shirt as you both try to watch the movie. He's kissing your nape, while his eyes was fixed on the television. "Love…" he breathed, calling your attention. "Why?" you asked, turning to face him.

Kuro took his hands out from under your shirt with a sigh before kissing the tip of your nose, "A-Are you ready to tell Kenma?" he asked, his hands finding yours, massaging it gently before kissing the back of it.

You know how conflicted he must feel, he wouldn't have hide this relationship if not for your request to not let your brother know. You were worried about how Kenma would react and you wouldn't want to be part from Kuro.

"Soon, love. I promise…" you whispered, hugging him, letting him bury his face on your neck.

Kuro held you tightly, even if his chest if filled with worry, he let himself find peace as he holds you in his arms.

But that peace was soon cut off when the doorbell rang and you both were snatched away from your little safe paradise.

Kuro looked at you, waiting for your confirmation of who might be the visitor but the moment you jumped out his arms, Kuro knew who's outside.

"Oh shit, that's my brother. Oh my God, Tetsu you need to hide!"

Kuro didn't have any chance to think when you pushed him towards the bathroom and locked it before you went to open the door to greet your brother.

Kuro pressed his ear agains the door, his jaw clenching as he looked down at the tent on his pants. "Fuck shit." he cussed, he knew it, he knew that it wouldn't be long till his luck ran out but still, he couldn't feel any regret because every stolen moment he had with you was the best of his life, if your relationship might cause a problem with his friendship with Kenma, he would take all the blame.

Kenma walked inside your flat with his usual bored expression, "Is this a bad time?" he asked, examining your flustered look and heavy breaths. Your eyes widened and shook your head, "N-No, I-I was just cleaning and kinda forgot you'll drop off some of my things." it wasn't long since you moved out of your parents' home so you still have some of your stuffs left in there and Kenma volunteered to bring your stuffs so you won't have to do it.

You were just so caught up with Kuro's sinful touch that you forgot that he's coming over tonight.

"Okay…" he handed a bag to you. "Mom said not to bring all of your stuffs, she said she'd like your room there to stay that way." he told you, his eyes scanning your flat as if taking in the details. His eyes carefully scanned your furnitures, his head tilting a little as he tried to take a look of the kitchen, before they went back to meet your eyes.

"Your flat looks way better than last time, you decorated well."

You could only nod your head, usually your brother won't stay for so long to say stuffs like this does he miss you or he's just trying to torment you? "Y-Yeah, I just looked at some Pinterest inspo and stuffs…"

"Cool, hey can I use your bathroom real quick?"

You internally panicked and your instinct kicks in, holding onto your brother's sleeve before he could take another step closer towards your bathroom. "I-I haven't cleaned it yet….it's clogged and I-" Kenma looked down on your hand gripping his sleeve, "You don't know how to fix a clogged toilet? How are you gonna live alone? I'll fix it for you." Kenma removed you hands off his sleeve and walked over to the bathroom, opening the door.

Kuro couldn't hear anything no matter how hard he tries to press his ear against the door, even if he hears some noise, it's all muffled and inaudible, his heart hammers against his chest but he chose to stay calm waiting for you to come and open the door, so when he heard the doorknob click, he sighed in relief but his face went pale when he saw his best friend's face when the door opened.

Kenma was stunned, and there was a dead silence between the three of you. But when he was able to came back to his senses, he looked at Kuro from head to toe, and he saw that he's holding his shirt in his right hand and Kenma looked at him with lazy eyes.

"I knew that you've been hiding a boy for a month now but never in my wildest dreams that I imagined it to be Kuro."

That was the only thing that came out Kenma's mind, in fact, those words were blurted out without any careful thought process, it wasjust him simply stating the fact in front of him, his best friend shirtless hiding in your bathroom, looking flustered as he meet his gaze.

Kenma has suspicions that you are dating someone but he never imagined that it would be Kuro, though he wouldn't deny the way his best friends' gaze lingers on you whenever he thinks that he's not looking. A part of Kenma believed that Kuro wouldn't do anything without consulting him.

He doesn't know what to feel, his best friend and his sister, two of the most important people in his lives hiding like criminals, not trusting that he would understand the situation, as if he'll take it out agains them for falling in love.

He felt a pang of pain in his chest when he came up with that realization. But didn't say anything and wiats for you and Kuro to try and talk for yourselves.

Kuro couldn't utter a word, not when he couldn't decipher the tone laced in Kenma's voice.

"L-Let me explain, I was the one who pursued YN,I fell in love first. I'm the one to blame."

You went to Kuro's side to hold his hand, "But I was the one who wanted to keep it a secret…I was scared and…I don't want you to be mad. I-I love him, Ni-chan." you admitted honestly, squeezing Kuro's hand to tell him that you're in this mess together.

Kenma sighed as he looked at the two of you with his cat like eyes, he didn't like the idea of the two of you hiding just because you both thought that he wouldn't understand but Kenma decided that he'd rather keep it to himself because he couldn't recall a moment where he saw your eyes sparkle the way they do as you look at Kuro and as a big brother, he wouldn't want to put an end to you and his best friend's happiness "Whatever. I'm not against any of this but have some decency to at least cover up your hickeys.." he looked at you intensely, the kind that he gives you when he's about to scold you, "You're still my baby sister…" he told you before looking at Kuro with a glare, "And you're still my best friend."

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You tiredly rubbed the sleep from your eyes with your knuckles as you walked through your apartment, following the delicious smell coming from the kitchen along with the faint sound of music playing through the small radio that your boyfriend had gotten for the kitchen. Your footsteps were soft and slow, as you were extra careful not to slip on the wood flooring. Your fluffy socks, not helping with your balance and neither did your drowsy state. 

You had awoken with a grumpy groan when you realized you were alone in bed, your boyfriends' strong arms not wrapped around you like you remembered them to be before your eyes grew heavy and you slipped into a peaceful sleep. For a moment you worried that your romantic and sensual night that you shared with your boyfriend was all just a dream that your subconscious mind came up with to comfort you from how much you missed him. 

But when you groggily rolled over to lay on his side of the bed you were reassured that it was in fact not a dream when you felt his warmth still on the sheets. So, you sleepily got out of bed and reached for kuroo’s hoodie you saw was on the desk chair through your barely opened eyes and slipped it on over your cloth less body. 

Your grumpiness only faded from you when you caught sight of your boyfriend standing in front of the stove, his back to you. Your eyes slowly trailed down his bare back and arms, taking in every detail of his muscle and skin before your eyes fell to the black sweatpants, he was wearing that hung low on his hips. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him and his head of messy bed hair, softly bopping along to the music. 

You missed the sight of him being so domestic so much while he was away working. You missed him. 

Your feet softly padded against the tile floor of the kitchen as you quietly walked up behind him, your tired eyes squinting from the sunshine that came through the wide-open kitchen window, he always did prefer natural light and he loved the smell of the morning air. You missed the way his body stilled for a small moment as he sensed your presence, as you wrapped your hoodie covered arms around his waist and nestled your head on his back. 

Kuroo doesn't flinch at your sudden touch, he had expected you to come waddling into the kitchen searching for his warmth as soon as you woke up. He knew you all too well. Your eyes quickly fluttered close; the sunlight was too much for them. He took his hand that wasn't holding the spatula and rested it on yours that was resting on his stomach, a happy smile on your lips at his warm touch. His voice was deep and still filled with sleep as he asked – “sleep well princess?” 

You were far too tired and had no energy to form any words to answer him, so you just slowly nodded against his back that was slowly falling and rising with his breaths and mumbled out a soft “mhm” – The clear tiredness in your tone made him chuckle. 

“Still tired?” he hummed as he gave your cold hands one more squeeze before reaching over to grab a small handful of blueberries, as he sprinkled them in the perfect sized circles of pancake batter, he knew they were your favorite. He brought his hand back to yours, instead slipping it under the sleeve, his warm and slightly rough fingers caressing your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His soft touch only makes you more inclined to drag him back to bed. 

“I must have really tired you out last night, huh sweet cheeks?” kuroo asked you teasingly, using that pet name he loved to lease you with. His lips twitched up into a smirk as he hints at the night the two of you shared. You immediately feel frustrated at his teasing, hiding your face in his chest as your hold on his waist tightens. Your lack of response makes him chuckle to himself. 

“Let's go back to bed” you asked, your words coming out muffled from your face being squished against his back. Your tone was more demanding and whinier than you had intended it to be. All you wanted was more time to be in kuroo’s arms before he got that call and had to leave for work, you grew to hate the sound of his phone buzzing. 

Kuroo smiled fondly at your tone, Ahh adorable he thinks to himself. He loved how clingy you would get in the mornings – and in general. As much as he wanted to join you back in bed, it was more important to him that you eat a good meal after the strenuous night the two of you shared. He flipped the pancakes, the tops being perfectly golden “I’m making you pancakes, you asked for them last night” 

“I would have never asked for them if i knew my handsome boyfriend would leave me to wake up all alone in our bed to make them” you playfully complained with an annoyed huff, making sure to emphasize the world alone. Kuroo laughs loudly at your words, he knew you were trying to guilt him into getting back in bed. He turns off the stove and lets the last few cooks until golden

“You need to eat something sweet cheeks, and then we can watch that movie you showed me last week” he tried to compromise with you, remembering how you excitedly showed him and Kenma the trailer.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked back on the day, distinctly remembering how kuroo was very uninterested with the movie, teasing both you and kenma for rambling about it – “You said the trailer was stupid” you mumbled with a cute pout as he took a step back from the stove, your body following him as you still hold onto him, not before he took the now done pancakes out of the pan and onto the platter with the other pancakes. 

Kuroo chuckles and gives a soft pat to your hand before letting go and turning around to face you. A smile gracing his lips when he finally laid his eyes on you, your arms dropped to rest on his hips, your fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the band of his sweatpants. Your hair was still messy, your eyes showed evidence of you still being tired, his hoodie swallowing up your body. 

He just wanted to grab your cheeks and smother your face in kisses from how adorable you looked, but instead he gave you an innocent smile, raising his eyebrows and pretending to be shocked by your words as he rested his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him “Oh, I said that aloud?” 

“Kurooo” you whined with an annoyed huff as you leaned forward, resting your forehead on his bare chest, too tired to go along with his teasing. Your boyfriend chuckled at your dramatics and leaned down to place a few kisses on your forehead and temple, one of his hands coming up to try to fix your messy hair, tucking a few strands behind your ears. 

“We’ll eat first and then we can cuddle as much as you want, okay princess?” he hums fondly as he moves his large hands to softly hold your face, tilting it up so you would look up at him. Kuroo’s breath hitches as the two of you lock eyes, you never fail to give him butterflies. You lean your face against the palm of his hand and softly nodded in agreement “Hmm okay” 

“Perfect, you get the drinks and I'll set the food on the table” he nods as he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. You scrunch your nose at the feeling of his soft lips on your nose, a giggle leaving your lips at the ticklish feeling, his heart erupting in warmth and the sight and sound. You leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his shoulder before making your way over to the fridge. 

He stood there for a few moments with a fond smile on his face as he watched you slowly walk over to the fridge, pulling out a pitcher of freshly made orange juice. You set the pitcher on top of the table before moving over to the cabinet to get glasses and grabbed both of you a set of hashi/chopsticks. 

Kuroo felt a blush spread against his face at the feeling of you softly touching his lower back as you moved behind him, years of dating and he still would blush at your touches like he did when he first met you. You found it adorable but kuroo didn't, always hiding his face in your neck whenever you mentioned his flushed cheeks. 

“I'll be right back” Kuroo whispered quickly as he placed a soft kiss to the top of your head before rushing out of the kitchen and towards your shared room to put on a shirt. You shook your head fondly at the sound of his loud footsteps as you sat down on the bench in front of the table, your mouth watering at the sight of the different cut fruits and the perfectly golden pancakes. 

You tilted your head up and smiled at him when you felt him join you at the table, sitting down next to you on the bench. This time it was kuroo who was clingy for your touch, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him, emitting a small giggle out of you. You both quietly said your thanks for the meal before digging in. 

Your breakfast was filled with quiet conversations, teasing from the both of you, soft kisses and even softer touches shared between the two of you. You gave your sweet boyfriend many compliments throughout breakfast about pancakes, even teasing him about you loving his pancakes more than him. That earned you a poke to the ribs. 

After helping Kuroo clean up the kitchen – that took much longer than it was supposed to, the two of you had stopped in the middle of cleaning the dishes to slow dance to the song playing through the radio, many fits of giggles leaving your lips at how horribly he sang along to the lyrics, a surprised gasp left your lips at how low he had dipped you. 

You were quick to take your boyfriend's large hand in your much smaller one, pulling him towards the living room where the couch was basically screaming your names. He quickly grabbed the soft decorative blanket on the end of the couch before flopping down on the L sectional of the couch. Kuroo opened his arms for you to join him, a small smirk on his lips as watched you search for the remote but to no avail. 

“Yoo-hoo” you heard your boyfriend whistle behind you, you dropped the decorative pillow you were looking behind back on the couch and turned to see him giving you a smile as he held up the remote that he had picked up from the coffee table before he sat down. Kuroo chuckles at the confused pout that decorates your lips as you trudge towards him. You raised your eyebrow as you playfully accuse him “You had the remote the whole time didn't you” 

“You're cute when you're confused” your boyfriend teased with a deep chuckle as he reached for your hand and softly pulled you down against him, taking you in his arms as your hands rested on his chest. A small sound of surprise left your lips at the sudden movement followed by a loud laugh at the ticklish feeling of kuroo littering your neck in soft kisses. 

“Kuroo please” you got out between your giggles as you eventually pulled away from his attack on your neck, moving to lay by his side and not on top of him. He let out a small hum as he scooted over so there was enough room for you to lay on your side between him and the couch, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you close while his other rested on your thigh that was over his midsection. 

Kuroo rests his head back against the couch, watching as you make yourself comfortable in his arms as you cover you and him in the soft blanket. He gently squeezed your thigh, looking down at you with a teasing smirk “please what?” 

“You promised that we could watch a movie and cuddle, so behave” You trailed off into a teasing tone as you poked his side with your finger, smiling at the shocked noise leaving his lips at the sudden feeling of your ticklish touch. He felt you snuggle closer to you, wrapping your arm around your waist and tangling your legs with his. He grabbed the remote by his side and turned it on before kissing the top of your head and speaks sweetly “Okay okay i promise sweet cheeks” 

You tilt your head back and send him a warning glare because of the pet name, but he just chuckles and continues to search for the movie, bringing his free hand that he had resting on your waist up to play with your hair softly. You let out a content hum at the feeling and rest your head back on his chest, your eyes drawn to the tv that was playing the intro of the movie, your fingers absentmindedly squeezing onto his shirt.  

The first 20 minutes of the movie was filled with your guy’s quiet murmurs, mostly from Kuroo, who liked to pick out everything wrong with the movie so far, and you enjoyed his nerdy rambles too much to tell him to stop. You found it funny how into the movie he got despite how much complaining he did in the beginning. 

You hid your face in his chest as you let out a long yawn, your nose brushing against his chest. You scooted closer to him as if that was even possible, it felt like you were melting in his arms. Before you realize it, your eyes start to grow heavy and your hold on his shirt weakens, the feeling of his fingers softly playing with your hair and the sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. 

It only took a few minutes for kuroo to notice that you had fallen asleep in his arms, he was on one of his rants about a poorly made character and he had expected to hear your own thoughts when he paused but instead, he just heard your soft breaths that left your slightly parted lips. He brings his free hand to gently move your hair out of your face, admiring how cute you looked with your face smushed up against his chest. He whispered with a smile “Ahh how cute” 

Kuroo bright the soft blanket up to your shoulders, gently tucking it under your chin. He grabbed the remote at his side and turned down the volume before leaning down to place a soft and long kiss to your forehead, whispering against your skin “Sleep well sweet cheeks” 

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓇oro's note ; like I said this is my first ever hq fic so I hope you guys like it !! I would love to have some moots/friends that also love haikyuu , my in box is always open ‹𝟹 please let me know what you thought, reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated x

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[tetsuswaifu]

ahh you know how Kuroo always looks out for others and has a confident facade pretty much always. imagine timskip kuroo breaking down after a long day and needing comfort (ToT)/~~~ only wanting to feel yn feeding him or touching us hair lol 🙈

Don't Worry, I've Got You

word count: 785-f!reader

a/n: he just does so much for others and forgets to take care of himself ｡ﾟ･（>﹏<）･ﾟ｡ i just want him to feel better and not so stressed, thank you again for the request, i hope you have a wonderful day/night love ! 🫶🏼

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated, thank you for taking the time to read my work :)

Kuroo Tetsurō prided himself on his ability to handle anything that came his way. His confident demeanor acted as his suit of armor, aiding him in any situation. But sometimes, even the most unshakable façades cracked under the weight of life’s pressures.

It was late in the evening when you finally heard the front door of your shared apartment open and close softly. The sound of keys of keys being placed on the entryway table and the quiet thud of shoes being removed followed. You glanced at the clock, frowning. He had been gone from home since 6 am and now it was late evening. Kuroo’s work days had been growing longer and more stressful, and tonight was no exception. You had noticed the signs for weeks now—the longer hours, the deeper frowns, the way he would zone out even when you were talking.

He came in silent and visibly drained with his shoulders slumped and his eyes blank. He barely managed a tired smile in your direction before heading straight to the bedroom.

You followed, your heart aching for him. By the time you reached the bedroom, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Without saying a word, you immediately sat on the bed next to him.

"Tetsuro," you said softly, your voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "Come here."

You wrapped your arms around him while you laid back. One hand gently running through his hair, while the other rubbed up and down his back. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to his body.

"It's too much sometimes," he softly confessed, his voice muffled against your shirt. "I don't know if I can do this," his voice barely above a whisper. It was a crack in his façade, and it broke your heart to see him like this.

"You're not alone, Tetsurō," you whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "It's okay to have moments where you need support. I'm here for you. Always. The burden is not just yours to carry, let me share that burden for you."

He sighed, a long, shuddering breath, and you felt some tension leave his body. He held you tighter with his arms, not wanting to let go of his entire world. "I just... I don't want you to see me like this," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

"But I want to," you insisted softly. "I want to be here for you, in all the ways that matter. I want to see all sides of you, even the ones you try to hide. Especially those," you tilted his chin up to you, so you could look into his eyes. "Because I love you, Tetsurō. Every part of you."

His eyes looked at you with gratefulness and vulnerability. He shifted slightly, a tear slipped down his cheek. You wiped it away with your thumb, pulling him closer into your arms. He clung to you, his strong form trembling slightly as he finally allowed himself to let go. You held him close, whispering reassurances and stroking his hair.

"I'm here, my love," you repeated, over and over, until the words became a soothing mantra. "I'm here, and I love you."

Eventually, the tension in his body began to ease. The weight of the day, and the pressure began to lift. In your arms, he found the comfort and solace he desperately needed. For a while, neither of you spoke. The quiet of the room was filled only with the soft sounds of your breathing, the steady rhythm providing a sense of calm.

"Thank you," he murmured against your shoulder, his voice hoarse but filled with gratitude. He moved his head to look up at you, "I don't know what I would do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," you promised with a soft kiss to his lips. "We're in this together, Tetsurō. No matter what." A moment of silence passed, "I'm so tired," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"I know," you replied, your voice tender. "You can rest, love. I've got you."

He nodded slightly, and within moments, you felt his breathing even out as he drifted into a much-needed sleep. You continued to hold him, your heart swelling with love and a fierce determination to be his safe haven.

As you lay there, comforting the man who always seemed so unbreakable, you realized that this moment of vulnerability only made your bond stronger. Kuroo Tetsurō might be the pillar of strength for so many, but here, in your arms, he could find his own refuge. And you would always be there, ready to catch him whenever he fell.

[stars-tonight]

Hi hiii! 🍈 anon here 🥹 I saw you write for Kuroo? I was wondering if you could do some cute carnival or movie date headcanons with him? ☺️ Thank youuuu 🤍

(As always you're awesome 🥹🍈🤍)

CARNIVAL HCS (FT. KUROO TETSURŌ)

🕊️ i honestly think kuroo would prefer a more intimate date than a carnival since it's loud, dirty, and crowded

🕊️ but he does like a good adrenaline high and he loves feeling like a kid, and if you're happy, he'd gladly take you to one

🕊️ he is ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS holding your hand or having a hand on your head to steer you through the crowds

🕊️ he plans the date for nighttime so it's pretty with all the lights and the sunset (and he can give you his hoodie if you get cold)

🕊️ probably lets out a cheesy whoop during the rides

🕊️ you WILL share food, whether it's cotton candy, popcorn, a pretzel, a snow cone, et cetera

🕊️ kuroo knows those carnival games are such a scam but he'll be busting open his wallet to have a shot at getting a prize for you

🕊️ actually ends up getting pretty competitive, you two have a blast if you compete against each other

🕊️ he definitely makes sure to get a cat plushie for kenma lol

🕊️ wins the hammer strength test thingy by using pure science (apparently you're supposed to drop the hammer at a ninety degree angle)

🕊️ you two go on the ferris wheel when the sun's setting (like the picture in the header) and it's rly romantic and sweet 🥺😍

🕊️ of course you'll have to walk a lot but if you get tired kuroo won't hesitate to give you a piggy back ride

🕊️ probably an expert at mirror mazes

🕊️ doesn't really get scared if you go to haunted houses (he'll be the protective boyfriend hugging you and letting you hide in his jacket lmao)

🕊️ kuroo's an ambivert so by the end of the date he's pretty exhausted and just wants to go home and sleep

A/N: as someone with an unhealthy obsession with carnival dates (not like i’ve ever been on a date) and kuroo, this was super fun to think about

[777cupcake]

I was wondering why I was annoyed in good way by Tetsurō Kuroo while watching Haikyuu! But now I know loll😭😂 he and Gojo Satoru has same voice actors he's Yuichi Nakamura! Lol I love how my mind just knows someone without knowing them! 😂💯

And i think it's been year to my last post about the voice of Haikyuu coach being same voice as Levi, and I think everytime I watch Haikyu I find out more! (+I feel like i should join Vollyball team although I'm weak as hell?!?! But yeah! It feels so cool whenever i watch it! 💖😆👍🏻)

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𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 —

— : [nsfw ] dry humping, fwb, mutual pining, light angst, semi public, unprotected sex, pet names, confessions, fluff, creampie + jealously

— : wc : 1.9k

it had been exactly 4 months since you went to that party. 4 months since you and him stumbled upstairs into his bedroom and had sex. 4 months since this agreement between the two of you was reached and 4 months since you’d been with anyone else.

the two of you weren’t together or exclusive and you were certain he was fucking around with at least two other people. it never bothered you, or at least that’s what you said anyway.

only sleeping with him was a decision you made on your own and you weren’t even sure if he knew that or cared.

prior to that night, you and kuroo were friends. you had the same friend group and you only met him because of kenma. he was a year above you in college and you would hangout every weekend when you weren’t studying or out with other people.

he was a great guy and you couldn’t fault him for being so charming and easy with his words. everyone on campus liked him. he had a bit of a reputation.

you were okay with your arrangement. it wasn’t like you had any complaints because he was still a good friend to you and he fucked you better than anyone else you’d ever been with.

it helped that his dick was big.

“i think we should go out” keiji grins, “you look like you need a few drinks and a night out”

you sigh from your spot on your bed. you’re flat on your stomach but he can still hear your whine even with your face planted in your sheets. finals week had been stressful.

“it’ll be fun” he pouts and you hated how easily you gave in to him but he was your best friend and you loved him. he was also your annoying ass roommate who you couldn’t get rid of without changing the locks and you cared about him way too much for that.

“besides” he grins, “i wanna see kou”

you look up from your spot just to roll your eyes at him. he really was obsessed with his boyfriend and no, you weren’t jealous. you were happy being single.

you ignore the pang in your chest in favour of going to take a long, hot shower. your body would need all the relaxing it could get because your friends would make you dance the entire night.

the lights inside the club is always too fucking bright and you weren’t a douchebag so wearing glasses would be corny. it was usually easy to ignore but after your third shot of whatever the fuck kenma had given you, you felt a strong headache coming on. it was so unlike him to take shots like this but you supposed that after those final exams, you all needed a night out.

“i’ll get you water” he calls out, “do you want anything else?”

you shake your head. you knew your own limits and you weren’t sure the hangover tomorrow morning would be worth the hassle. you felt a pleasant buzz throughout your body and you didn’t mind sipping on keiji’s cocktails when he wasn’t looking.

the music feels like it’s right inside your head by the time you’re making your way through the sea of sweaty body grinding against each other. you weren’t even sure why you decided to dance by yourself but keiji looked happy to just sit and grind on bokuto and kenma wasn’t a dancer.

you knew he had to be there. anywhere koutaro went, kuroo tetsurou was sure to follow. the two were best friends after all.

“wanna dance?”

you hear a voice behind you. the guy isn’t that tall but he’s cute and you shrug. you didn’t mind a little grinding and the guy had a nice, firm chest when he pressed up against your back.

you swayed together, purposefully pushing your hips back every time he’d move forward. it was innocent as dry humping in the middle of the dance floor could be and the alcohol flowing through your system only seemed to make you more bold tonight.

when you opened your eyes again, you looked across to see the table you were sitting at. keiji and koutaro were making out as usual, kenma seemed to be enjoying his drink, glancing down at his phone every once in a while and him. he was staring right at you, eyes narrowed and lips in a straight line.

he didn’t seem impressed by your dancing and you knew it was because of the guy currently groaning in your ear. the poor guy could probably cum in his pants from the way your ass rubbed against his clothes crotch.

you saw his jaw clench and his eyes narrow. it send a shiver up your spine that the guy you were dancing with probably thought was because of him.

kuroo made his way towards you, eyes never leaving yours as he got closer. you could hear your heartbeat inside your eyes and you definitely felt it between your thighs when he lean in and wrapped his hand around your throat.

“scram” he said, not even looking at the guy

“whatever man” the guy shrugged, high off something to even bother arguing with kuroo and you were sure he was heading to the bathroom to get himself off. you almost felt bad.

“hi tetsu” you grin, smiling at him softly

his eyes soften for a moment before he glares at you.

“what the fuck was that about?” he asks, pulling you against his chest

“i was dancing” you say dryly, wrapping your arms around his neck anyway. you liked when he got like this over you.

“i should’ve punched that fucker in the mouth for trying to fuck you” he says, gripping your jaw and leaning down towards your lips

he doesn’t move though. he wouldn’t kiss you unless you wanted him to, as angry as he was. he could feel his blood boiling at the thought of someone else having you the way he had.

you close the distance, kissing him. he moans into the kiss, arms wrapping around your waist.

“why do you do that shit to me?” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. he takes a deep breath to calm himself down and then he’s standing to his full height.

“i’m not your girlfriend” you say, feeling annoyed. you know he told you he wouldn’t fuck anyone raw because he was clean. you both got tested together but that didn’t mean he wasn’t sleeping with other people. he had no right to be mad at you.

“forget it” he sighs, “i’m sorry, you can —”

“stop fucking doing that” you glare at him, “you can’t just — fuck kuroo!”

he really did frustrate you and it didn’t help that your heart would race every time you were together. you’d feel so empty whenever you did have sex because you knew he’d never want anything more than a friendship from you and it was stupid to be mad. he never forced you into anything and you willing went back to him every time.

“can we talk somewhere else?” he says, taking your hand in his.

he leads you to a secluded spot, not as loud as the dance floor. it’s near a hallway and anyone could see you if they really wanted to.

“i don’t want to argue with you” you say, leaning against the wall. the coldness was pleasant against your warm skin. the dress you wore was short enough that the back of your thighs could feel it too.

“i don’t want to argue” he says, “i can’t help myself”

“you don’t get to do whatever you want and then try to stop me from doing the same thing” you frown, “that’s selfish”

“maybe i am selfish” he admits, “i want you all to myself, i won’t share you”

“i’m not property to own tetsurou” you slap his chest but he grips your wrists

“i don’t mean it that way y/n” he groans, “i just.. i want you”

“me and who else?” you scoff, looking over at the people coming in and out of the club.

“you” he frowns, “I haven’t..— god this is embarrassing”

you quirk a brow up at that, looking back at him. he has a light blush on his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose and his pouting. the realisation hits you suddenly, eyes widening.

trying not to get your hopes up, you ask “have you been with me alone this whole time?”

he nods, hands running through his hair. it never makes a difference unless he’s showered.

“oh” you say, biting your lip

“yeah oh” he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“why the fuck didn’t you say anything!” you say, a little louder than necessary but he’s smiling at you and you can’t help smiling too.

“you’re so infuriating, you know that?” you say, crossing your arms and looking away again. you refused to let him see just how much that meant to you.

the relief you felt was obvious and he couldn’t help but chuckle, cupping your face in his hand and turning your head to look at him again. he really was infuriatingly handsome.

“i’m sorry” he kisses your forehead, “i do like you”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

you smile then, pulling him closer by the loops in his jeans.

“kiss me” you say and he doesn’t have to be told twice. he kisses you like he hasn’t seen you in years though it’s only been a week.

you feel the way he grinds against you, hand slipping down to cup your ass and pull you right against him.

“i want you” he says, “need to be inside you”

he doesn’t have condoms and you don’t either but you can’t bring yourself to care when he pulls his cock out, pumping it as he pulls your panties to the side.

the stretch burns and you almost scream, his hand covering your mouth as he pushes all the way into you. you can feel the veins on his cock and how it throbs inside you.

your velvety walls grip him tightly. it’s so wet and warm inside your pussy and he bites back a moan. he’s imagined fucking you raw on so many occasions but his imaginations could never do this justice.

“holy fuck baby” he groans, biting your neck to stifle another moan as he slowly pulls out, dragging his thick cock against your walls. you moan, head hitting the wall behind you as you throw your head back.

it feels so good and when his hand travels down, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, you cry out, eyes rolling back as he fucks you against the wall.

you know anyone could see you but it’s dark and noisy. the idea of being caught has you clenching around him, bringing him embarrassingly closer to his orgasm.

“fuck” you whine, “so big”

he smirks, thrusting harder as he looks at you. you’re so pretty, mouth hanging open and drool dripping down your chin. he likes to take his time, breaking you apart but he knows he can’t do that right now so he gives you what you want.

he lifts your leg up to wrap around his waist and he grips your hips. it hurts from how hard he’s holding you but you don’t want him to stop.

it takes one hard thrust to have you creaming around his cock. he kisses you, swallowing your pretty moans as he cums inside you. it’s so warm and thick and your eyes flutter at the feeling.

he feels you clenching around him, milking him for all his worth and he’ll gladly give you anything you wanted.

“shit” he pants, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“can we go home?” you whisper, “i want you tetsu”

he really was a weak man when it came to you.

[eialectric]

irl me (aka tired med school student) works in clinical neurology and i began working with an ALS case today which COULD be an “the galaxy is endless (i thought we were too)” reference but really it’s just the ever present reminder of the fragility of human existence

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Happy Birthday

Tetsuro Kuroo (17th November)

Haikyu!!

[white-poppie]

Thorns and Parchments

Character: Kuroo x Reader Genre:  (Academic Rivals to lovers AU) , College AU, ANGST to comfort Warnings: crying, comparing, self-esteem issues, stress WC: 1.5k Writer:@white-poppie

~ Synopsis: Shrouded by rivalry and bickering, you might have accidentally let the darkness eat the light, you are spiralling and the pressure from others is not helping. And now you are completely emotionally undone in front of your rival

A/N: I am so proud of this one!!

You clenched your teeth as you stared at the raven-head who remained as stoic as ever. The corners of his lips were slightly upturned like a dark marrow, it was pliant but diabolic at the same time. It wasn't even intended towards you, he wasn't even looking at you and yet you felt so much malice in the chiselled face that stared at his own achievements.

It was infuriating to see how humble he acted around others, but around you always carried that shit eating grin.

He made you furious. You who had always been the perfect little student, hardworking, diligent. While he looked like a down-to-earth nerd who was naturally gifted. He was the devil in disguise. While you worked day and night only to lose to him, he was winning nonchalantly, without any effort.

You hadn't noticed a classmate sneaking to see your report card, a wolfish whistle snapped you to reality, they were holding your report and chuckling ver so menacingly, you gulped and snatched it from their hands.

"Damn, a C?" they laughed earning a few shocked gasps, but mostly concerned eyes.

Kuroo Tetsuro had won again.

Your eyes peered to look at him, his brows furrowed, but his expression was still as unreadable.

"You are here again", the librarian sighed, pushing her glasses on her nose, "at this point, only two people come here."

You smiled apologetically and sat at your favourite seat.

She arranged the old decaying books withered by time, the last time someone might have used them must have been years, "it's sad how people don't come to libraries anymore."

You hummed in agreement and took your books out, keeping a hand on your head, you crammed at the books. Reading and re-reading the same line again, you were boiling with anger and despair. The words blur into incomprehensible voids. Your lip trembled and you looked up to see the librarian's desk empty, probably gone for a phone call.

No, it was just you and your spiralling thoughts. Whatever you did it was never enough. You were in an elite school, the best class and were getting the top grades. You could easily soar through your future, but why were you so obsessed with beating that man?

Your eyes blurred as you realised your books had teardrops on them. Running your hands through your hair and gripping the strands, harshly, chest heaving up and down with desperation.

Unfortunately, Kuroo had heard your wails and whimpers, he bit his lip and contemplated what to do.

He was supposed to feel a sick sort of accomplishment at your undone state, yet he couldn't help but feel his heart sting with bitterness.

Pity, he thought. There was no other explanation for his feelings. He could've easily chosen to take advantage of your vulnerable state; sure he was morally grey, but he still had some morality, and so he decided to leave, without his presence being known.

The next few days, Kuroo couldn't help but stare at your wilting face and nervous tactics. He was confused, needless to say.

Even his slight provocations and nitpicking dead not even bring a slight twitch of muscle on your face.

Kuroo hated how you were not reacting to anything, nose buried in the textbook and not even hearing when the teacher said the partners for the project

"Kuroo Tetsuro and Y/N L/N." The silence that followed in the class was deafening.

Tetsu was quick to approach you after class.

"Y/N," he called simply. You lifted your head to look at him, a forlorn frown making its way on your face.

"What?" you scowled. Kuroo rubbed his temples at looked at you dead in the eye

"As much as I hate this, we kinda have to work together," he huffed, "library after school."

After saying that he left, no further explanation and you were left helpless to follow him either way. Even if you wanted to study in peace or just relax, your plans were shattered like a child's dream.

You walked into the library with heavy steps. The ever-considerate Kuroo had chosen a seat in the far corner so that your discussion wont be against the library's rules.

You scraped the chair and sat with a plop, Kuroo finally closed the book he was so occupied in. 'No longer Human by Dazai Osamu'

"Let's start," he said simply, just before handing the book to you he leaned closer to you, and you could feel your heart rushing to your ear, "as much as I hate this, I will absolutely not let you ruin my report, just know that if I go down I am dragging you down with me."

With that, he redacted confidently, and sat on his chair, back to the book as if nothing had happened while your heart was beating like crazy.

You took a deep breath and started your research, but those all-nighters were taking a toll; your mind was wandering off and didn't even realize you were staring.

A few moments pass before Kuroo slammed the book and looked at you with the gaze of a cougar, "what is going on with you these days?"

"What do you mean?" you feign innocence.

"Well you haven't been talking or eating properly these days, you don't retort to my comments and you don't have that...challenging look in your eyes," he huffs.

You cuss out annoyedly, ignoring the spurge of nervousness spreading in your lower belly like the plague.

“I’m sick of everyone thinking you’re better than me, "you mutter silently.

"What?"

You stand up and slam your hand on the desk, grateful that there was no one els except you two, " I’ve always been compared to you. Why can’t you be as smart as Kuroo? Kuroo could do this easy peasy. Why can’t you just be Kuroo?”

Tears line your eyes and Kuroo flinched at your raw emotions pouring out.

"I am not you!" you cry, "I don't want to be you. I want to be smarter and better than you!"

Your hands are shaking at this point.

"You're scared, aren't you?" He asks, his gaze never once leaving your hands.

"How do you know that? you ask, suddenly taken aback.

"I notice a lot of things about you," he sighs and reaches across the table, holding you shaking hands in his warm and sturdier ones.

A faint blush makes it way on you when you realize how warm they are and how nice they feel.

"Don't...don't you hate me?" you stutter out.

"Hate is a strong word," he says matter of factly, tugging you closer by your arm until you are face to face with him, "I dislike losing and like how you are competitive, I like how you are so incredibly smart and it's not like 1 grade will ruin your entire life."

"I don't hate you," his gaze softens, "quite the opposite actually."

You bite your lips and look away.

"It's killing me, the way you are tormenting yourself because of me. I should feel happy, but I feel helpless, it's almost as if I have-" he stops and looks into your eyes, wide and dilated.

You complete his sentence, "taken a liking to you."

His gaze lowers to your lips only for a flickering moment, "perhaps," he says bitterly, "you plague my mind like a vice."

"Do you reckon I have been chaste of these feelings?" you breathe out, "it feels so wrong, immoral even, I am supposed to be better than you, reach my way to the top, destroying all weaknesses."

You gasp out breathlessly, "why did you have to become my weakness?"

His lips captured you like a bird in a cage, it was conflicting because you were technically still enemies, but god did it feel good sin!

His movements were skilful and calculated like a potter, you did feel like clay under his lingering touches. He had you under his reign, he could mould you into whatever imaginable.

But his kiss was fiery in a way like a catharsis like he had been holding himself back for too long. Depraved and hungry like a hyena with an insatiable hunger for his prey, and that was you.

Within seconds you two realized what you had gotten yourself into, and the blaze of rivalry reignited to cloud the onslaught of the blossoming flowers of affection. You two were after all alike.

"You have made me sick," you growl out as you both pull away. All the little affection in his eyes seems to have melted life frost, "be the antidote too then."

"Didn't you forget that one quote from your favourite book, "he chuckles, "If you're the sickness, I suppose you can't also be the cure"

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Ink ✰ Kuroo Tetsurou

a/n: okay so actually im doing much better than i thought after my breakup which i never told you guys about but yeah :')

genre: romance, soulmate au

pairings: tetsu x reader

warnings: none :) cursing maybe

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you mumbled under you breath, letting out a sigh as you scrubbed the ink covering your wrists. he always did this. covering your skin with the most crude things in the middle of class, like it was funny.

and it might have been, if you were twelve. but no, you were a university student, and from what you knew, so was your soulmate. so you'd figure he would stop doing such childish things, wouldn't you?

once the ink was light enough to pass as unintelligible, you turned off the faucet of the school sink, wiping your arms dry with the paper towels next to the trash can. as often as you could, you avoided the cold bathrooms of the university, finding them far too unsettling to be in for more than a minute.

but of course as luck would have it, you got stuck after chemistry scrubbing obscenities off your skin.

with another heavy breath, you pushed open the door to the bathroom and hurried down the quiet hallways onto your next destination: calculus. not that calculus was particularly hard, the professor just made the content so.. boring. the old woman who taught the class was sweet, but so quiet and monotonous. you were hanging onto your grade by the edge of your seat.

a quiet whisper to your left barely caught your attention, but you paid no mind. you had no friends in this class, meaning it was probably not your business anyways.

but then there was a tap on your shoulder. you turned around, meeting the eyes of kuroo testuro. he was the biggest hotshot in your year, smart, attractive and quite popular. he was invited to every party, but he never showed up to any of them. most of all though, he was the annoying boy who was unfortunately placed in many of your classes.

he was always making jokes and laughing with his buddies. calculus was supposed to be one of your classes where you didn’t have to deal with him.

“look at that. it’s like we’re meant to be, huh?”

you narrowed your eyes, watching his pretty lips curl into a smirk. leaning back in his seat, his gaze flitted back up to the professor, going back to scribbling in his notes. letting out a breath, you turned back in your seat, trying to make it through the rest of your lecture.

as soon as the professor dismissed class, you hurried out, trying to make your way through the crowd and find the comfort of your dorm. an arm slung itself around your shoulder, drawing you into someone’s side.

you groaned, shoving kuroo away from you. “what, are you stalking me now?” he said nothing, smirking again as he stopped in place.

at this point, the two of you had made it into an isolated hallway near the back entrance of the maths building. it was the exit you took everyday. “y/n.” he called out to you, waiting for you to stop.

you turned slowly, raising a brow. if you ignored him and kept moving, you could make it to your dorm and lock him out. or to the security office where they’d tell him to leave you alone. either way it meant he would have to leave, and you’d make it to your nice bed.

a sly smirk slid onto his face, head tilted back with his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants. his eyes glinted, watching as you tried to avoid checking him out. “how about i ask you for a favor, hm?”

warily meeting his gaze, your eyes narrowed and you straightened your back. “go to hell, im not interested.”

as your back turned and you made your way towards the exit, kuroo’s footsteps echoed slowly behind you, sauntering slowly towards you like a wolf stalked a bunny. he just barely called out to you before you pushed the door open, sending chills up your spine.

“you’ll come back to me. you’ll see.”

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

you’d be damned if you ever admitted to kuroo that you needed his help. he had the highest marks in your year, practically a genius in the form of a cocky, annoying, hot boy.

it had been nearly a week since you began studying for midterms, and dread had begun to seep under your skin. every night was spent in the library, ears plugged with whatever music came on as you scribbled away in your numerous notebooks, running on two energy drinks. being a university student was no joke, you’ve learned.

a sigh left your mouth as you raised your hands above your head, stretching and shaking out your arms to rid yourself of the stiffness that came with sitting in the barely comfortable chair for hours.

“you’re going over this chapter again? i thought you had already.” you jumped, ripping out your earbuds and moving away from kuroo, leaning over the table at your side. he flashed a brief smirk, attention turning back to the mess of studying laid out in front of you. “you’re making this too complicated, try this way.”

he took the pencil from your hands, writing down the equation and solving it in a much simpler way. with furrowed brows you listened as he explained, sitting down in the chair next to you.

once he’d finished, he grabbed the textbook and wrote down a practice equation, placing it in front of you with your pencil. “here, try it. i can help you.”

as much as you hated to admit it, your heart was nearly drowning out your thoughts with how loud it was beating. kuroo was attractive, that much was true. not only was he physically attractive, he had a lot of redeeming qualities as a person. here he was helping you study, even though you’d shut him down before. you’d seen him with his friends, how supportive he was. there were deeper parts of him that you tried to ignore. there was no point in falling for him.

nearly an hour had passed at this point, and the energy drinks had begun to wear off. rubbing your eyes, you sighed, closing your textbook and throwing your pencil into your bag.

“thank you.” kuroo barely caught your mumbling, watching your tired eyes blink slowly, sliding over to meet his own gaze. your lips twisted and you averted your gaze back towards the rest of your supplies strewn across the table. this made kuroo smirk, resting his arm in front of you and leaning over you.

your gaze snapped up to meet his, eyes wide at the new proximity between the two of you. the blood rushing towards your face was making you heat up, your heart beating even louder than before.

kuroo’s dark eyes stared into yours, licking his lips slowly as you swallowed thickly.

“do i make you nervous?”

you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, gaze trailing down kuroo’s face, lingering on his lips, his jaw, his neck. how did you go from being so adamant about avoiding him, to holding your breath just sitting next to him? granted, he was provoking you.

with another sly smirk kuroo leaned back into his seat, fingers reaching out to take a pink pen from your bag with one hand and wrapping around your wrist with another. keeping eye contact with you, he slowly dragged the pen over your skin, creating a thin pink line over your palm.

just as you were about to ask what the hell he thought he was doing, he lifted his hand next to yours, an identical pink mark over his palm. suddenly, there was not enough air for you to breathe.

he quirked a brow seeing your shock, and dragged the pen over your wrist this time, as you watched the mark appear on his skin after yours.

“how did you–”

kuroo placed a kiss to your palm, over the pink line of ink. another quirk of his lips and he stood, gathering his own things and waving to you.

“you’ll always come back to me, doll. you’ll see.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[lealwinchiart]

Kurō Tetsurō 🏐🐈‍⬛

Captain Squad 3/?

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[delara119]

Itoshi Rin is unbelievably amazing!!!!!!

Bro I love him so much. I love his skills, and his energy and everything!!!!!!!!!!!! I fell in love with him immediately when we met him!!!! He takes my breath away from his beauty, and skills!!!!!!!!! No surprise he is my guy, and my sister has another guy Kurro in Haikyu, so we don´t have to fight over Rin!!!!!!!! Thank god!!!!!!!!

[theharumatsune]

a lil kuroo chibi to motivate me

[tetsuswaifu]

hi can i request a angsts-fluff timeskop Drabble where kuroo tears up/crys. like the entp in him probably try’s to laugh it off 😭 he probably never has been told it’s okay to try 😭😭😭

When the Laughter Fades

w/c: 2054

a/n: the idea of him crying makes me want to cry for him, poor baby just needs to let out his emotions. i know im an infp now, used to be enfp but age is getting to me lmao. thanks for the request, i hope you enjoy, have a wonderful day/night love 🫶🏼🫶🏼

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated, thank you for taking the time to read my work :)

It started with little things, small irritations that you wouldn't have thought twice about. Your boyfriend, Kuroo, had always been an easygoing guy. His dry humor and sharp wit was the perfect balance to any stressful day—but today was different.

When you suggested grabbing coffee before running errands, his response was clipped, almost curt. "We don't have time for that," he muttered. You blinked, slightly taken aback, but you brushed it off. Maybe he was in a hurry today. No big deal.

Normally, he'd joke about being late or tease you about your caffeine habits, but today he barely glanced your way as he headed for the door. Just as he was about to lock it, he realized he'd forgotten his keys. His jaw clenched tightly, the usual lighthearted banter absent from his lips.

"Don't worry, I'll go grab them," you offered with a smile, hoping it would ease the attitude growing within him. It sounded like he muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like, "Whatever."

At the store, it continued—his usual calm frayed at the edges. He seemed restless, impatient in a way that wasn't like him. When you asked if he wanted anything, he just shrugged. And when you picked up a snack you knew he liked, hoping to cheer him up, he sighed, "I don't need that." You didn't want to push it any further so you put the snack away.

The next hour was filled with similar moments. He snapped when you asked which brand of detergent to buy, muttering something about "just pick one already." When you tried to lighten the mood, making a joke about the endless lines at the store, he just grunted in response, barely acknowledging you. The rest of the errands followed the same tense pattern. When he did respond to you, his tone was callous, and it didn't help that every small inconvenience seemed to irritate him even more.

You weren't sure whether to address it or leave it alone. Every time you tried to ask him what was wrong, he'd brush it off with a halfhearted joke or a quiet "it's nothing." The Kuroo you knew always had a smile, a teasing quip ready to lighten the mood. But today, it was like he was wearing a mask that didn't quite fit, his usual humor stretched too thin.

By the time you got home, the tension between you was palpable. As you stepped inside, he lingered near the door, as if unsure whether to follow you in. You set the groceries on the counter, watching him from the corner of your eye. His fingers were drumming against his thigh, an anxious habit you hadn't seen in him for a long time.

"Tetsu," you said softly, unsure how to approach it. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm fine," he said, too quickly, too sharply. He turned his back, staring at the front door.

You couldn't take it anymore. Whatever was the cause of his poor attitude was getting to you and it needed to stop for his sake. "Kuroo, if something's bothering you, you can tell me. You're not acting like yourself."

He froze in place, his shoulders tensing up. For a second, you thought he might ignore you again, but then he turned around, his eyes flashing with frustration. "Why do you always have assume something is wrong?" he snapped, his voice louder than it had been all day. "Why can't we just get through one day without you assuming something's wrong with me?"

You flinched, taken aback by his sudden outburst. He had never spoken to you like that before, and for a moment you didn't know how to respond. "I'm just worried," you said quietly. "You've been… off today. I care about you and just wanted to help."

"Help?" Kuroo's voice cracked, and for the first time today, he looked at you—really looked at you. His eyes were wide, filled with intensity you hadn't seen before. "You think you can help? What, are you going to make everything better with some comforting words, a little pep talk?"

You blinked, your stomach twisting at his harsh tone. His words stung, but more than that, they confused you. This wasn't the Kuroo you knew and loved—the one who was always calm, who never lashed out like this. "I don't know," you admitted softly, not breaking eye contact, trying to stay calm despite the storm brewing in him. "But I'm here for you, if you want to talk. I just… don't understand why you've been so angry all day."

"Of course, you don't understand." Kuroo laughed bitterly, running a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling. "You don't get it. No one does."

He turned away from you again, his back tense, his breaths coming out in ragged bursts. He was losing control, and you could see it happening right in front of you, but you didn't know how to reach him.

"Tetsu…" you started, but he cut you off, his voice rising, his frustration pouring out now, unchecked.

"I'm tired, okay? I'm exhausted. Of everything. Of pretending like I'm fine when I'm not. Of trying to keep everything together for everyone else when it's all falling apart for me." His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his entire body rigid with tension. "I don't get to fall apart. I'm Kuroo—the guy who always has a joke, who always knows what to say. I'm supposed to be one who fixes things, not the one who—" His voice cracked, the frustration giving way to something you hadn't seen from him, something vulnerable. "Not the one who falls apart… it's not your problem. Alright?"

"It's my problem if it's affecting you," you replied softly, trying to keep your voice steady. "You don't have to do this alone."

Kuroo looked at you, his eyes tired. He laughed, but it came out more like a broken sob this time. "I don't even know how to explain it. I don't know how to not be fine."

You watched him, your heart sinking as you realized what was happening. He was deflecting, trying to laugh his way through the pain, like he always did when things got too hard. It was his way of keeping people at arm's length, of avoiding the real conversation that needed to happen. But this time, the cracks of his façade were too big to ignore.

"Tetsuro," you said gently, stepping in front of him, "you don't have to laugh it off. It's okay if you're angry."

He froze, his eyes darting away from yours, the tension in his body so thick you could feel it radiating off him. For a moment, he said nothing, his sharp jaw clenching as he fought to keep his emotions in check. Then, with a forced smile, he let out another weak chuckle. "I'm not angry," he said, though his voice wavered, betraying him. "I'm just… stressed. That's all."

But you didn't back down this time. "You are angry," you quietly said, your voice firm but gentle. "And that's okay. You don't have to pretend everything's fine when it's not."

His eyes flicked back to yours, and for a split second, you saw it—the fear, the vulnerability he was trying so desperately to hide. Then, like a dam breaking, his forced laughter faded into something darker, something raw.

"Fine," he snapped, his voice rising again as he threw his hands in the air, finally letting some of the anger slip through. "You want me to admit it? I'm angry. I'm pissed off. About everything. Work, life—everything’s a fucking mess right now, and I don't know how to fix it."

The words came out fast, like they had been building for days, maybe even weeks. His chest heaved with the weight of it all, his eyes burning with intensity from the frustration. "I've been trying to keep it together, trying to be the guy who can handle everything, but I can't. And now I'm taking it out on you because I don't know what the hell else to do."

He laughed again, but this time it was sharp, bitter, filled with self-loathing. "So yeah, I'm angry. Happy now?"

You stood there, letting his words hang in the air, the anger swirling around you both like a storm. But instead of pushing back or getting defensive, you just nodded, keeping your gaze steady on his. "I'm glad you told me," you said softly. "but you don't have to keep punishing yourself for feeling this way, Tetsu."

He blinked, the harshness in his expression faltering for a moment as he stared at you, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "What?"

"You're allowed to be angry," you continued, stepping closer to him again. "You're allowed to feel everything you're feeling. You don't have to keep laughing it off, Tetsu. It's okay if something is bothering you."

For a moment, Kuroo just stood there, staring at you in disbelief, his chest still rising and falling with uneven breaths. Then, slowly, the tension began to seep out of him, his shoulders sagging as the weight of everything he had been holding onto finally started to come crashing down.

His lips trembled, and when he tried to laugh again, it came out more like a sob. "I don't know how to do this," he whispered, his voice breaking as his hands came up to cover his face. "I don't know how to not be okay."

You didn't hesitate this time. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into your chest, and just like before, he resisted for a second, his body stiff and trembling. But then, he gave in, collapsing against you as the laughter gave way to tears. His arms wrapped around you tightly, his grip almost desperate as if he was afraid to let go.

"I'm sorry," he choked out between sobs, his face buried in your shoulder. "I'm so sorry for being an asshole—for everything."

You shook your head, pulling him closer until his forehead rested against yours. "You're not an asshole," you murmured, brushing your thumb against the back of his hand. "You're just human. And it's okay to not have it all figured out."

He cried against you for what felt like forever, his emotions pouring out of him in waves, his body shaking with the force of it all. You held him through it, not saying a word, just letting him feel everything he needed to feel.

When the sobs finally began to subside, Kuroo pulled back slightly, his face flushed and tear-streaked, his breath coming out in shaky bursts. He wiped at his eyes, a tired broken smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I must look like a mess right now."

You smiled softly, brushing a stray tear from his cheek. "You look like someone who finally let themselves feel what they needed to."

Kuroo let out another shaky breath, leaning his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes, the exhaustion clear in every line of his face. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice hoarse but softer this time. "For taking it out on you. For everything."

"You don't have to apologize," you replied, your fingers gently tracing patterns on his back. He didn't say anything for a long moment, just stood there, holding you close as he let the last of his defenses crumble. And in that quiet, fragile moment, you knew that this—letting him break, letting him be vulnerable—was the most honest he had ever been with you.

"Thank you," he whispered finally, giving you a tighter squeeze. "For not giving up on me."

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, your heart swelling with affection for the man who had always tried so hard to be everyone else's rock. "You never have to do this alone," you whispered back. He stared at you for a moment, as if he couldn't quite believe that you were still here, that you hadn't turned your back on him after today. Then, with a small broken smile, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours again. For the first time that day, Kuroo didn't try to laugh it off. He just held you tighter finally letting himself believe that it was okay to not be okay.

[stars-tonight]

CONGRATS ON 100 JULES 😚🫶 so so so happy for you mwah

for your event, how about ice cream and pillow fight?

all the love, ro! <3

LAZY MORNINGS (FT. KUROO TETSURŌ)

ice cream → kuroo tetsurō

pillow fight → lazy mornings

synopsis: the relaxing morning you share after kuroo arrives back home from the airport. post-timeskip, pre-established relationship, fluff

word count: 975

your favorite days are the ones kuroo comes home.

because of his job, he is often on the road. you don’t mind; he is doing what he loves and is pretty darn good at it. but you miss him sometimes. you used to always ask him to tell you when he was flying back to japan--even if it was just for a little while--so you could meet him at the airport and you could go out for his favorite salt-grilled pacific saury. but recently he’s started surprising you; sometimes in the evening you’ll hear a knock at your door and it’s him, or you’ll wake up in the morning with him snoring next to you. when this happens, your heart will always skip a beat before you fully comprehend that it’s him, he’s here. and even though he’ll have to leave again soon, he’s here with you right now.

yesterday was one of those days. right at dinnertime, when you were feeling a little too lazy to cook and was seriously considering just ordering takeout, you heard a knock on the door. you opened it and it was him, him with his suitcase, bundled up in a jacket to brave the cold air of the plane, a fresh bouquet of roses in one hand and a bag of your favorite takeout in the other, tired but still grinning that cheshire-cat smile you’d grown to love.

you gasped and leapt into his arms. he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you too. “hey baby,” he said softly. “did you make dinner? i ordered you takeout on my way here in case you wanted some.”

gosh, he knew you so well. he gently walked you back into your house, handing you the roses and setting the takeout on the living room table. “i wanted to surprise you,” he said--which is what he always says when he randomly shows up at your door. “i got you so much stuff from france--macarons, eiffel tower keychains, a beret. . .”

you pulled him down beside you onto the couch. “stay here and just let me look at you.” it was half a demand and half a plea.

he smiled gently. “i would, but i’m dirty from the airport. let me go shower, baby, and then we’ll pop on a movie, okay? besides, you’ll get me for a lot longer this time--i’m staying in japan for the next few months.”

you started tearing up then. your kuroo, by your side for the next few months? you could hardly believe it. this was why your favorite days involved him coming home.

actually, you take that back. your favorite days are the ones after kuroo comes home.

today is saturday, which is good because you both get to relax for two whole days before you have to go to work. you wake up to shining sun rays on your face, birds chirping outside your window, and a heavy weight--which you now recognize as kuroo’s arm--splayed across you.

he’s still asleep. a glance at the clock tells you it’s ten. you breathe deeply, taking in kuroo’s familiar scent. he’s snoring lightly, eyes closed peacefully. you run your hand through his hair mindlessly.

he slowly cracks one eye open. “hey, baby,” he says groggily (in that sleepy voice that’s half cute and half hot).

“hey,” you whisper. “did you sleep well?”

he hums. he’s always jet-lagged, a consequence of travelling all over the world. “what time is it?”

“ten,” you say. “we have time.” the days after he comes home are usually spent like this unless you have work; you lay in bed together for hours until one of you has to pee or you get hungry.

he smiles sleepily. “i missed you.”

“i missed you too.” you smiled at him. “but now you get to stay with me for at least until december. where are you going next?”

he frowns. “don’t wanna think about that,” he admits, burying his face in your neck. “just wanna hold you.”

you suppress a smile. “dork,” you mutter.

he grunts out a protest, the sound muffled into your skin. you stay in that position for several minutes. you hear kuroo eventually fall back asleep, and he snores for another hour before waking up. you’ve managed to push him off of you and go to the bathroom to freshen up; now you’re sitting peacefully in bed reading a book. as soon as you had gotten back from the bathroom, kuroo’s arm had found its way back around your waist.

he groans a little before fully opening his eyes. “i like this,” he murmurs. “relaxing. i don’t usually get to spend time in bed, you know.”

you nod sympathetically. “we’ll take it easy today,” you assure him. “staying in, movies, maybe takeout again. . .” as your mind drifts to which restaurant you want to order today, your stomach growls.

kuroo fights back a snort--this man stuns you sometimes, he’s in his twenties and sometimes still has the emotional maturity of a ten year old. “are you hungry?” he asks.

“a little,” you admit, your face flushing.

he brushes a lock of your hair out of your eyes. “i’ll make breakfast,” he whispers. “what are we feeling?”

you hum thoughtfully. “the tetsu special?”

the “tetsu special”--kuroo had named it--included a stack of pancakes piled high with strawberries and whipped cream, a side of bacon, and a bowl of scrambled eggs. you don’t know how he does it--maybe it’s that chemistry knowledge kicking in--but kuroo’s pretty darn good at cooking, especially when he can make the pancakes from a box mix.

“sure.” kuroo stretches and rolls himself out of bed. “coming right up. you just stay here in bed, baby. i’m taking care of you today.” he winks at you.

you hide your blush behind your book. yeah. yeah, these lazy mornings are your favorite days.

A/N: oh my goodness guys, first event request is out! i'm sorry i'm sorry i hoped to get on these faster but i just now had a stroke of inspiration . . . thank you sm for requesting ro and i hope i did kuroo justice!