#i love him so much my brain is occupied only with thoughts of kenma

[tiltedmint]

Texts w. Kenma pt. 3 - Work

timeskip!kenma x gn!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 4

kenma needs some motivation

(as always, ignore the timestamp lol)

warnings: cringe but it's self-aware i promise

[darkmegs]

LOVE IS A PIECE OF CAKE (kuroo tetsuro)

DAY 3 OF MY VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL!

masterlist for the v-day series [ here ]

warning: x gn!reader, strangers to lovers, pretend dating, fluff, food and eating.

dedicated to: @sunbeamx the loml, and the other members of kuroo’s simp club

kuroo hated valentine’s day.

at least, he hated it in the sense that made him grow a strong distaste for all things romantic. perhaps his less-than-stellar love life played a role in his judgment, but he would never swallow his pride far down enough to admit that.

he believed that life could be enjoyed without the need for a romantic suitor. which is exactly why he sought out going to a coffee shop on valentine’s day. the hell to social views! if kuroo wanted to have some dessert at a coffee shop amid cheesy, hormonal couples, he can. and he will.

but not alone…

a man of shallow bravado. if he wanted to face the world with a rebellion, he simply had to drag his best friend along. poor kenma—bribed with videos games and chocolate milk—had to endure kuroo’s nonsense for the day.

however, in a turn of events, kenma un(fortunately) fell under the weather. without his best friend by his side, kuroo sat all alone, in a booth at the coffee shop. a sour scowl adorning his lips.

he clicked his tongue, setting his phone down after reading the short text kenma had sent. he looked around, spotting all the bright and happy couples that occupied the shop. his mind started drawing up illusions of what he thought they were saying.

“why is that guy by himself? did he get dumped?”

“poor thing, so lonely on valentine’s day…”

“yikes, i wouldn’t wanna be him.”

he scoffed, folding his arms to his chest. “jokes on them, i’m completely fine!”

a waiter walked by just as he spoke. the man awkwardly eyed kuroo, who mirrored his uncomfortable state with wide eyes of his own. the silence lasted for a second, but it felt like an eternity until he walked away. even then, he kept glancing back at him in concern.

sighing, kuroo figured he went through enough embarrassment. content with his defeat, he was about to ask for the bill of his hot chocolate, when he noticed an odd figure peering at him through the shop window.

relatively creeped out, he averted his sight, hoping the person would just go away. eventually, his wish came true when he no longer felt the heavy weight of watchful eyes. kuroo let out a relieved sigh and prepared to vacate his lonely booth, just as someone sat across from him.

he blinked once, twice. it was you: the shadow from outside the window. he racked his brain, trying to recall if he knew you from somewhere. too caught up in his own head, he nearly missed your first words.

“are you here with someone?”

what.

“umm…no?”

you hummed, squinting your eyes; allowing yourself to evaluate him, much to kuroo’s confusion.

“i’m sorry, do i know you?” he asked.

“no, you don’t. but i have something to ask of you, is that alright?”

what a weird fucking day, kuroo couldn’t help but think as he stared at you with raised eyebrows.

to be frank, he was deeply intrigued. the curiosity burned inside him, the need to know more about this peculiar stranger made the fire within him grow wilder and wilder. he had two options: leave or stay. he can’t quite explain it, but his body was itching for him to stay.

and so he did.

“depends on what you’re asking for,” he replied.

a smile crossed your lips, “let me offer a proposition to you…uhhh?”

“kuroo.”

with a twinkle in your irises, “kuroo.” you repeated.

“well, kuroo, here’s the deal. i heard this coffee shop is famous for its signature valentine’s day red velvet cake. but—they only offer it to couples…”

“so…?”

you sighed, disappointed that he hadn’t picked up yet. “so, if you do me the favor of pretending to be my date so i can try some of this legendary cake, i’ll pay for your bill in return, how’s that?”

kuroo hummed, mulling the idea over in his head. what an offer. he admitted that it benefited both sides, but was he really willing to spend the evening with a stranger he knew nothing about? for all he knew, you might be some sort of robber or criminal.

you sensed he was hesitating, so you added, “you know what? i’m feeling generous. it is the season of love, after all. i’ll even share some of my cake with you. tempting, right?”

you’re good at persuasion, he’ll give you that. he pondered on the enticing offer, meeting your charming smirk every time he glanced at you. what was he going to miss, anyway? it wasn’t like he had plans or a special someone to see.

fuck it.

“sure.”

you beamed, “ah great!”

you raised your hand to call the nearby waiter. kuroo’s eyes widened and he hurriedly moved forward to get you to lower your hand.

“hey, no-no-no!!” he whisper-yelled.

you do as he urged, furrowing your eyebrows, doubtingly. “what’s the matter?”

“l-let’s just wait for another server,” he answered, chuckling nervously.

you shrugged, picking up his forgotten menu and skimming over the appetizing choices, even though your heart—and stomach— were set on the v-day cake.

“ah! umm, excuse me?” kuroo waved over a waitress that was passing by.

“hi! may i be of any help?” she asked, cheerfully.

“yes,” you spoke up. “can we have one of your bento red velvet cakes?”

she flashed her pearly white teeth, jotting it down on her notepad. “our special! would you like that with a side of vanilla ice cream?”

“hmm,” you turned to kuroo, “ice cream?”

not expecting the sudden question, he stammered out a “huh? oh umm, yes.”

“will that be all?” she asked.

“another hot chocolate, please.” kuroo said, gently pushing his empty mug towards her. if you were planning to pay, why not get another drink?

“make that two,” you chimed in.

“alrighty,” the waitress clipped her pen back to her apron, “coming right up for the happy couple!!”

she turned on her feet and walked away. you let out a content sigh, knowing the taste of that cake will be melting on your tongue soon.

kuroo looked around. in the middle of a love-fest hurricane, he just so happened to be in the eye. his imagination played tricks on him and he felt as though the crowd wasn’t as judgmental now that he had a date.

he turned to you, “so…what’s your name?”

“i’m y/n, lovely to have your company.” you told him, stretching your hand out for him to shake.

he shook your hand, nodding slowly.

“are you still a student, kuroo-san?” you asked.

“yes, and no need to be so formal,” he dismissed.

you gave him an awkward smile, feeling a bit embarrassed. sensing your discomfort, kuroo took the lead.

“what school do you go to?”

you shook your head, “i’m from another prefecture, you wouldn’t know.”

he hummed, “then what brings you here, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“i have an entrance exam in 2 days; i plan to study here in tokyo for college,” you answered.

kuroo nodded. so you might be sticking around, huh?

what? no. it was way too soon for him to be thinking of that. he had just learned your name 20 seconds ago! he can’t possibly be bothered by your future residency. keep it cool, tetsuro.

“and you? do you intend to study after high school?” you brought him back from his daze.

“definitely. truth be told, i’m more consumed by volleyball than entrance exams…” he confessed.

“you play?”

“yeah, my team’s going to nationals in a few days.” he naturally had to brag.

“that’s so cool! which gymnasium will it be held in?” you exclaimed.

“the tokyo metr— wait…why are you asking?”

“so i can see you play.” you said, tilting your head, obliviously. the thought of being a little too invested hadn’t even crossed your mind.

kuroo felt his mouth run dry. he won’t lie, something about you being excited and supportive about his interest and team sent a jolt to his gut. the good kind.

“here is your order~” the waitress came back, causing him to finally tear his gaze away from you. she set down your drinks, and there…there it was: the promised cake.

your eyes practically sparkled as she lowered the plate down onto your table. kuroo lifted his hand to his lips to hide a chuckle.

“it’s here! it’s here! WAIT!” you quickly rummaged through your bag. kuroo raised a perplexed brow until he saw you fish out your phone, snapping tons of photos of the highly-awaited cake.

“for all this anticipation, this better taste like heaven on earth.” he joked.

“it will!! i just know it!” you sighed, dreamily. picking up your spoon, you stared at it in adoration.

“…are you going to make out with it?”

you shot him a glare, as though he interrupted an intimate moment you were sharing with the cake. his hands flew up in surrender as he leaned back into his seat, allowing you to have the first bite and rejoice in this honorary moment. you took a deep breath before having your first taste.

kuroo watched intently, waiting for your reaction. you stayed silent for a few seconds, and he almost thought you were grieving, but then you slammed your fist onto the hardwood.

“this tastes fucking amazing!”

he let go of the breath he was holding and smiled. “that’s good to hear.”

you slid the plate to him, “try it! try it!”

there was no point hiding the amused laughter that rumbled from his chest. he took a bite and hummed in satisfaction.

“i thought you were exaggerating, but i believe you now.” he said.

you joyfully ate your cake, humming with every munch. kuroo watched, sipping from his hot chocolate.

“you know,” you started, swallowing down your food. “i think love is a lot like a piece of cake.”

he set his mug down, his knitted eyebrows illustrating his intrigue.

“i don’t mean that as in it’s easy,” you stared at the cake, poking it with your fork. “i mean, it’s soft, sweet, tempting from the first sight. it has layers, takes time and effort, and…once you get a taste, you can’t get enough.”

kuroo dwelled on your philosophical conclusion. it was an interesting take, he thought. you must be a romantic, he deduced.

“i can agree with your statement,” he said, “but not for those reasons.”

you gave him a look, encouraging him to go on.

he picked at the cake, “well, yes. love is like a piece of cake. it’s frail; easily crumbled. it’s meant to satisfy a short and impulsive craving, dangerously irresistible. it’s alluring from the outside, but once you finish, you regret having it.”

after his response, silence filled your conversation. it wasn’t uncomfortable, instead, it was more of a moment of reflection. you each contemplated the other’s words.

finally, the corners of your lip turned upwards. “is that why you’re here alone on valentine’s day?”

his breath hitched and he felt the heat rise to the tips of his ears. his reaction answered your question, and you began giggling.

“what? why are you laughing?” he asked.

“you got ditched, didn’t you?” you snickered.

“n-no, i didn’t.”

you nodded, “yes, you did! why else would you be here by yourself?”

he crossed his arms defensively with a click of his tongue, “have you ever considered that a person might want to enjoy a nice day by themselves? without the need of company?”

you stifled your fit, “but today? on valentine’s day?”

“it’s the day of love. so who’s to oppose the concept of self-love?”

“…”

“…”

you sighed, “you’re a funny guy, kuroo.”

his cheeks dusted pink at the comment.

“i wish you really were my date…” you mumbled under your breath, but he heard it as plain as day.

pretending to play it off, he gulped down his hot chocolate, forgetting that it was still steaming. he spat it out, coughing heavily.

“jeez kuroo, be careful. here,” you told him, picking up some ice cream on his spoon and guiding the silver utensil to his lips. if he wasn’t flustered before, he sure was now. he bashfully parted his lips, letting you spoon-feed him like a toddler.

an elderly couple sitting close by aww’d at the cute scene. the wife leaned in closer and whispered, “my husband and i think you two look absolutely adorable together, happy valentine’s day!”

you smiled, “thank you, and happy valentine’s day to you, too!”

kuroo shared a polite smile with the couple, but his focus was on you the whole time. maybe he was falling in love. maybe the universe found irony in his heart; maybe he found love on his journey to defy love.

ding!

the sound of his phone receiving a notification snapped him back. you glanced between his phone and him, sitting back down so he can reply to his text.

> ken 🐈 : are you still at the coffee shop? could you get me chocolate pancakes? >:)

kuroo rolled his eyes, aggressively writing back to kenma. he was grumpy from both the fake blond’s request and his untimely interruption.

“everything alright?” you asked.

“yeah, just a brat,” he muttered.

“is it your date?”

he stopped typing once he heard you. he looked up, only to find you staring at your feet, shyly. he locked his phone, “yeah…”

you nodded, dejectedly. biting the inside of his cheek, he added, “my best friend’s a real pain…he canceled on me and now he wants chocolate pancakes.”

“oh…” you lifted your head up, feeling your cheeks heat up. “right then, let’s get him some.”

kuroo waved his arms, “no, it’s fine—“

“no, let’s. besides, i have him to thank for letting me spend today with you.” you winked, playfully.

kuroo’s brain shut down.

he couldn’t process anything; from your words to your wink. his eyes bore into the wall as you asked a waitress for chocolate pancakes to go. he only managed to regain his composure when he heard you ask for the bill.

you noticed his confused expression, “it’s getting pretty late.” you explained, gesturing to the sky outside that was slowly painting darker.

kuroo nodded, albeit disappointed. you asked if he wanted the last bit of cake and he shook his head, wordlessly. the waitress came back with kenma’s order in a little heart bag.

“here’s your takeout—” she handed it over, “—and your bill.”

you paid for the meal, giving the waitress a tip and also paying for the old couple’s bill. you’re a sweetheart, kuroo thought.

when the waitress left, you stood up and gathered your things. he got up with you, preparing himself for your farewell.

“here’s your friend’s pancakes,” you gave him the bag, admiring the cute design as he took it. you sighed, meeting his eyes.

“well…thank you, for today. it was nice meeting you, kuroo. i really appreciate it.” you said.

he nodded, “likewise, y/n. you’ve definitely given me an unforgettable valentine’s day. ‘don’t think i’ll ever forget it…or you.”

you smiled, sincerely. stepping forward, you pressed your body against his in a hug. you felt so warm, so comforting. it took him a few seconds before he wrapped his arms around you. you smelled incredible.

you pulled away, “goodbye, i guess.”

he grimaced, “bye, y/n.”

you took one last look at him, urging yourself to memorize his image, until it burned into your brain, until you had every feature engraved in a picture-perfect memory, until your mind was consumed with nothing but him. you nodded curtly, before walking out the shop.

once outside, you inhaled a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment; trying to remember what he looked like. you strolled along the pavement and pulled out your phone, searching for the nearest bus stop.

“wait!!”

it can’t be.

your turned around and saw kuroo jogging towards you. you couldn’t hide your shock (and delight) as he got closer.

“kuroo? what are you doing?”

he exhaled, “here.” handing a bag from the coffee shop.

“what’s—“

“the legendary valentine’s day red velvet cake.”

you stared at him, in awe. he smiled, “think of me when you eat it, hm?”

you timidly looked away, taking it, “i will.”

“also…”

“also?”

“can i…” he let out a sigh, “can i have your number?”

a grin broke out across your face.

“what for?” you couldn’t help but tease.

he smirked.

“so we can have more cake next year.”

[briswriting]

『 a soft morning with kenma before leaving for class 』

pairing: kenma kozume x gn!reader genre: fluff wc: 1663

a/n: a little self indulgent fic i whipped up for kenma’s birthday because he deserves the world and i love him very much !!! also sorry this is not proof read and the banner is kinda lame cause i have to start getting ready for work LOL

Mornings with Kenma in your shared apartment were never routine. Every day started differently.

Some days you woke up to him by your side, a lean arm draped over your waist, legs entangled with yours, the sight of his sleeping face partly covered by strewn hair the first thing your bleary eyes see when they open to the sound of your school alarm.

Other days you woke up to the spot beside you in bed cold and untouched throughout the night, the faint sound of clicking and quiet mumbles coming from where he had his desk set up in the small spare room on the other side of the thin apartment wall.

Today you had woken up to yet another empty side of the bed, but this time the covers beside you were still somewhat warm; the lingering scent of your shampoo remain settled on his pillow, informing you that he had at least come to bed after all.

A slight smile coming to your face at one of the earliest memories you shared with him when you first moved in together.

“Kenma, have you been using my shampoo?” You ask, peeping your head into the small office.

“Hmmm?” His cat like eyes flittering across the editing software on his monitor, paying no attention to you or the question you asked him.

“Have you been using my shampoo?” You repeat, walking into the room and placing yourself behind his gaming chair. Arms reaching out to wrap around his shoulders as you lean in to watch the screen with him, his tense form immediately relaxing into your embrace.

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

“Nope.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“You washed your hair last night. I can smell it.”

“Okay, fine, I do. We live together anyway, might as well just share, so we aren’t spending money on two different bottles.”

“Hmm, I guess that makes sense. I’ll start buying the bigger bottle then so we don’t run out as fast.” Your brain mentally making a note to remember for your next run to the store.

“It smells like you too. That’s why I use it,” he admits, eyes still not leaving the monitor in front of him as he softly talks to you. A soft smile growing on his face as you hide your own into the crook of his neck because of his words.

Your mind is immediately brought back to reality when the blaring of your alarm goes off, indicating that it was time for you to start getting ready for your classes. Letting out a groan as you stretch out your tired limbs, you feel around the bed for your phone, remembering that you had fallen asleep scrolling through your social media apps while waiting for Kenma to come to bed.

Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you notice that your phone is placed on your bedside table, the small cat cable bite of your charger plugged into the end of your phone. Another smile growing on your face as you realize that Kenma must have walked in on you sleeping with your phone in hand, plugging it in for you before going to sleep himself.

Turning off the alarm and finally slipping out of bed, feet softly padding across the cold wooden floor beneath it, letting out a loud yawn as you walk to the bathroom across the hall.

Opening the door, you’re unprepared to be greeted by the harsh yellow shine of the bathroom lights, eyes quickly closing in distress as you let out a groan, face twisting in discomfort.

You’re about to open your mouth to shout out to wherever Kenma was in the small apartment that he, again, left the lights on, a habit you had noticed ever since moving in with him.

But as your eyes open, you realize that Kenma is, in fact, in the bathroom, clad in his pajamas, hair still a mess from the hours of sleep, toothbrush moving back and forth in his mouth as he stands in front of the sink.

“Oh. Good morning,” you mumble out, pressing a quick kiss to his puffed out cheek before grabbing your own toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste.

Spitting out the toothpaste in his mouth and quickly rinsing out the remains, Kenma quirks an eyebrow at you as you start brushing your teeth. “You were going to yell at me for the lights again, weren’t you?”

“Cam’t repie, I’m bwushing my teef,” you tease out, toothbrush still in your mouth, a playful smile on your face.

He just smiles back before leaning in to press his own kiss against your puffed out cheeks.

“I made breakfast. Come eat before you have to leave.” Slender fingers reaching up to softly flick your nose, his delicate laughter filling the small bathroom as your face scrunches up at him before he turns around to head towards the living room.

Your mind quickly forgetting the small flick as you think of the breakfast waiting for you. Stomach grumbling loudly at the thought of eating an actual meal before class and not a quick granola bar or bagel on your way out.

Eyes widening at the loud noise your empty stomach made, wondering if Kenma had heard it on his way out. More laughter fills your ears as you reach out to turn the water faucet on, indicating that, yes, he had heard the monstrous noise your body had made at the thought of the meal waiting for you.

Hastily you finish getting ready in the bathroom, walking back into the bedroom to change out of your pajamas quickly. Grabbing one of the sweaters thrown over the foot of the bed to wear in the icy lecture halls, you had your classes in, paying no mind to which sweater it was as you shove it into your bag.

Dropping your bag by the front door with a light thump, you finally place yourself next to Kenma on the couch, your breakfast waiting on the coffee table. Your mouth watering at the sight of a plate full of pancakes and fresh fruits set out for you to eat.

Kenma laughs at you again for the third time that morning as his golden eyes watch you shovel the food into your mouth. “Slow down, you’re gonna choke.”

“Mmmm tastes so good,” you groan out, mouth full of the sweet and fluffy cake.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence as the both of you eat the meal Kenma prepared, the TV in front of the two of you quietly playing a random show that Kenma had turned on earlier that morning while making breakfast.

“What are we watching?” Your question breaking the silence between the two of you.

“No clue.” His answer quickly causing the two of you to look at each other before breaking out into laughter. The giddy aura that surrounds the two of you quickly cut off by another alarm blaring from your phone, indicating that it was finally time for you to leave for today’s classes.

As you get up to go quickly wash your dishes in the kitchen, Kenma reaches out to grab them from your hands.

“I’ll clean up in a bit. You better start heading to class before you’re late and can’t find a good seat again,” he points out, stacking your empty plate on top of his and placing the dishes in the sink.

Letting out a small sigh at the thought of having to go to class, you head over to the front door, leaning down to put on your shoes and to pick up your school bag. You’re about to reach for the handle of the door when you feel a presence behind you.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You hear Kenma ask quietly.

Turning around, you give him a questioning look, head slightly tilted to the side as you try to remember what you could have forgotten. Kenma silently watching you as your eyes quickly widening in remembrance.

Leaning in, you press a delicate kiss to his soft lips. A smile on your face as you pull away. Your eyes blinking confusingly as you come to notice that Kenma’s eyes are blown wide, a reddening blush rising to his face.

“I meant this, but thanks,” he mumbles out, thrusting his right hand out to you to reveal your keys that you had forgotten to grab from the key holder on the wall.

“So, you didn’t want a goodbye kiss?” You teasingly ask as you grab the keys from his fingers, making sure to safely put it in one of the pockets of your bag.

“Goodbye kisses are nice too,” he grumbles out. “But I don’t want you getting locked out while I’m in class. Now hurry up and leave before you’re late.” His hands placing themselves on your shoulders as he turns you around and lightly pushes you towards the door.

“Okay okay, I’m going,” you laugh out as you exit the comfort of your apartment and enter the hallway of the complex. “See you tonight!” You call out as he slowly shuts the door behind you.

A couple of moments later, you receive a text message from him. See you tonight <3

Your eyes scan the short yet sweet message as a smile forms on your face, thoughts occupied by memories of your boyfriend as you walk to class.

As a slight breeze flutters through the air, goosebumps growing on your exposed arms. Reaching into your bag, you carefully put on the hoodie you had thrown in earlier that morning. Only to realize that it wasn’t your sweater, but Kenma’s prototype merch sweater that he had received from the merchandise company.

Another smile grew on your face as the warmth of his hoodie enveloped you; the sweet smell of your shared shampoo filled your nose as you happily walked to class, looking forward to the end of the day where you can be embraced by him once again.

[kyuuppi]

Aoba Johsai, Nekoma, and Karasuno reaction to walking in on y/n in the shower. If you can't do all of them, then the main players on the teams

“Walking in on you showering”

Ft. Kageyama; Hinata; Kuroo; Kozume; Oikawa; Iwaizumi

A/N: For “main players” I picked who I assume are the two most important/talked about in the series. Thank you so much for your request, I hope you have a good day. 💛

General Scenario:

You invite your friend (and slight crush) over to study for an upcoming test after school. You decide to take a shower before the meeting but he arrives earlier than expected and lets himself in since you had texted before that the door would be unlocked. Realizing he may have a few extra minutes, he heads to your bathroom, oblivious of the fact it is already occupied...

KARASUNO

↳ Kageyama

➣  This boy’s brain is 90% volleyball, 10% milk—there’s like no chance he’s seen a naked body outside of the locker rooms. 

➣  The moment he opens the door he notices the telltale sounds of running water and knows he has messed up. 

➣  Logically, he should probably leave, allow you what minuscule scraps of privacy you may have left--but the logical side of his brain is not working right now. 

➣  Kageyama can only gape, body completely frozen as he watches your own paused figure just beyond the thin blue curtain. 

➣  Despite the plastic barrier, he is sure he can see everything. Every curve, every dip, all of it seems to be on display before his very eyes. 

➣  You have to literally scream at him to “get out!” for him to realize he should definitely be moving.

➣  He stutters out several words of gibberish in attempt to say “sorry” before slamming the door shut with enough force to rattle the walls and resigning himself to sitting on your bedroom floor.

➣  He tries to forcefully eject the memory and all the inappropriate thoughts it brings from his mind by reciting volleyball plays--it does not work.

➣  When you later join him to study, Kageyama refuses to meet your eyes and is visibly distracted during the whole session. 

➣  “Do you know how to answer the first one?”

➣  “Forty-two.” 

➣  “...Tobio, this is history.”

➣  “...oh.”

↳ Hinata

➣  Oh innocent, sweet sunshine child. 

➣  You are about to become the subject of his wet dreams for the rest of the semester.

➣  Hinata was absolutely not thinking when he swings the door open, rushing in with eagerness to simply relieve his bladder. 

➣  He realizes his fatal error when he nearly slips on the condensation sticking to the floor tiles and catches himself on the equally slippery bathroom counter. 

➣  His mind quickly connects the dots, finally noticing the sounds of running water and startling when you release a shrill scream. 

➣  Hinata probably breaks a few world records with how fast he screeches out a thousand decibel “SORRY” and darts out of the bathroom, leaving the door wide open in his haste to get the hell out of there. 

➣  When you finish your shower and come downstairs, fully dressed, you find an unusually quiet Hinata, ears stained crimson and posture stiff as he pretends to be hyper-focused on the contents of his (upside down) English workbook. 

➣  Hinata hardly processes anything from your study session and nearly jumps out of his skin every time you speak to him after any amount of silence. 

➣  “Shou, what is the answer to number—”

➣  “I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING, I SWEAR!!” 

➣  “...”

NEKOMA

↳ Kuroo

➣  Kuroo is a teenage boy, of course he’ll get flustered—but he’s also Kuroo which means of course he’ll end up teasing you about it. 

➣  The moment he opens the door, startling you with the sudden light and gust of cool air that comes with his entrance, he recognizes the situation and apologizes, quickly closing the door back before you can even react.

➣  After you get dressed you dread the moment you have to step out and face him, already expecting the avoided eye contact and awkward behavior standard between a previously naked person and the person who accidentally saw them naked.

➣  More than feeling embarrassed about yourself, you fear your friendship with Kuroo will never be the same.

➣  In a way, you’re right. 

➣  The moment you enter the bedroom, Kuroo looks up at you with the most teasing smirk in history. 

➣  The rest of the night Kuroo can literally not go 20 minutes without making a joke about the situation. You soldier through it, reasoning this is better than awkward silence. 

➣  But it doesn’t end there. Even at school the next day, Kuroo makes subtle little jokes. 

➣  Everyone else who overhears is totally lost because, despite how much he loves to rile you up, Kuroo isn’t malicious and wouldn’t go around telling other people about it. Besides, inside jokes are way more fun, he thinks.

➣  “Oh, it’s Y/n-chan. I almost didn’t recognize you—you look really different with clothes on.”

➣  “Kuroo, I swear to god—” 

➣  You created a monster tbh. 

➣  (However, if you seriously tell him you don’t like it, he will 100% stop and apologize.)

↳ Kozume

➣  If the two of you are not already extremely close by the time this happens, you may never hear from Kenma again, sorry. 

➣  He does not handle embarrassing situations well at all. 

➣  Eyes glued to the phone in his hand, Kenma doesn’t even notice he’s intruded until he hears your startled squeak.

➣  His head darts up and his brain quickly pieces together the situation.

➣  With flaming cheeks, Kenma wordlessly shuts the door back.

➣  He stands with his back to the closed door, staring wide eyed into the distance for several seconds before realizing he would rather take the L on tomorrow’s quiz than have to sit down for a three hour long study session after this.

➣   He probably sends a short excuse text after he leaves like: 

➣   “srry something came up” 

➣  But you both know that is bullshit.

➣  Kenma won’t talk to you for several days after and when you do finally get the chance to talk to him, he avoids eye contact even more than usual and only answers questions with a quiet “yeah” or “no.” 

➣  It takes a long time for Kenma to get over the situation but, eventually, he does. 

➣  However, if you ever bring it up, you can practically see Kenma willing the ground to open up and swallow him whole. 

AOBA JOUSAI

↳ Oikawa

➣  Despite his reputation of being a Casanova, Oikawa’s life is too preoccupied with volleyball to have much experience.

➣  So, when he mindlessly swings open the bathroom and finds the unmistakable shape of your naked body behind the clear curtain not even a meter in front of his face, Oikawa’s brain short circuits. 

➣  You have barely even processed that someone has entered the bathroom when Oikawa starts stumbling over his words. 

➣  He is absolutely flustered and his voice cracks several times as he stutters out his apology before he slams the door shut a little too hard and hightails it out of your house, studying completely forgotten. 

➣  For the rest of the day he avoids any contact with you as he processes the event over and over again. 

➣ However, by the next school day he seems back to the confident persona most people expect from him.

➣  In fact, rather than looking embarrassed, Oikawa seems rather teasing when he sends you secretive smirks from across the court while you watch him practice. 

➣  If you come over to talk  when he’s feeling particularly confident, he might even try to flirt with you. 

➣  “Y’know, Y/n-chan, we didn’t get to properly study last time...maybe you should come over to my place instead this weekend?” 

➣  Once again, the two of you aren’t going to get any studying done ;)

↳ Iwaizumi

➣  Tries to play it cool and be a gentleman.

➣  Keyword: tries.

➣  The moment Iwaizumi enters the restroom, every muscle in his body freezes.

➣  His senses are assaulted with the familiar sound of running water, humid air, and the sight of your blurry figure behind the shower curtain. 

➣  His reflexes are quick and he is quietly slipping out and shutting the door closed before you can even notice someone had entered.

➣  Iwaizumi spends the rest of your shower sitting obediently at your desk, waiting for you, with his whole face flaming while he uselessly tried to distract himself the small font in his textbook instead of the vivid imagery of what your body might look like without the curtain in the way. 

➣  When you finally exit the bathroom, fully dressed and surprised to see Iwaizumi already there you apologize for making him wait before asking why his face looks so red. 

➣  “I, uh, it was hot outside.”

➣  “But it’s winter???”

➣  “Let’s just hurry up and start studying, okay!?”

[kurosarium]

post breakup headcanons

Headcanons about some characters and how they deal with being broken up with. This is me trying to cope with my own breakup. I feel like absolute shit, but somehow I got inspired by my sadness and wrote these in like an hour, which is pretty fast for me.

Feedback is much appreciated!

featuring: Akaashi, the Miya twins, Sakusa, Kuroo, Suna and Bokuto

warnings: angst ig

❀ ❀ ❀

Miya Atsumu:

He’s going to be really dramatic about it, but it’s not like he’s doing it for no reason, you know? Atsumu definitely tries to keep his act together around his peers, but his mood is greatly affected by the breakup, so it won’t be hard for people to tell that something must have happened. He’s less of a tease and less talkative. While his demeanor doesn’t change too much when he’s in public, except for being less of a tease (and a pain in the ass), he will most likely cry his heart out in the confines of his own home and may or may not try to drown his sorrow in alcohol. He’d feel super depressed and lethargic during the first few days, or even weeks. He may not look like it, and definitely doesn’t act like it often, but once he lets someone into his life and decides to give himself to them he becomes very invested and tends to be a bit clingy, so the thought of losing the person closest and most precious to him is unimaginable to him. He loves hard, and if he really, genuinely loved his partner then he will be a total disaster after they broke up with him. Atsumu will visit his brother’s shop A LOT more often, whine about his worries and stuff his mouth with fatty tuna.

Akaashi Keiji:

He will most likely distract himself with work. Keeping himself occupied at all costs, because his mind tends to wander and he will only make himself more miserable if he starts to think about his ex-partner and their breakup. He knows that himself, so he really tries to drown out any of his thought that aren’t work related for the time being. You might not even notice that he’s suffering, because it’s not an unusual occurrence for Akaashi to work ungodly hours. What gives him away, to his close friends at least, is that he doesn’t answer any of their calls or text, and if he does, he will respond with one-word-answers only. He pretty much isolates himself for a while and rejects any invites from his friends. The thing is, that his feeling will pile up and he will eventually break, and he will end up crying alone at his work desk, without anyone to comfort him. He knows his behavior is bad for him and will only make him feel worse, but he just can’t help it. He may reject his friends approaches, but he will secretly thank them if they ignore his wishes and come over uninvited and drag him out with them. He really doesn’t want to be suffering alone, but he has a hard time expressing his feelings, he’s learning and getting better at it, though.  

Suna Rintaro:

Suna’s already someone who behaves pretty indifferent in most situations and doesn’t express his emotions openly, but after getting his heart broken he becomes even more apathetic, and his seems like absolutely nothing brings him joy, or even matters to him. It’s going to be really frustrating for all of his friends and family members. This being said, it wouldn’t be difficult to notice his extreme behavior, he just seems completely out of it, spaces out all the time and blankly stares into the distance. If you wouldn’t know he was going through immense emotional pain, it would almost seem comedic. While Suna’s face hides it perfectly, he feels utterly lost and doesn’t really know how to cope with the situation. Still, he prefers to not talk about his emotional said, neither with his closest friends, nor with his family, and instead shuts completely off and keeps to himself. You’d really have to worm everything out of him if you’d want him to tell you what’s up with him. Sooner or later he will get overwhelmed by his feelings, though, at the latest when he unexpectedly encounters his ex again.

Miya Osamu:

He just doesn’t deal with it. Similar to Akaashi he tries to keep himself busy, but he does it more successfully? Like, he actually seems to be doing okay and when he tells his friends that there’s nothing to worry about and that he’s doing fine, it sounds very convincing to most people. Except for his brother and a handful of friends, that is (like Aran, he just knows). Still, he is able to suppress his emotions and tried really hard to not let them affect him too much, and after a while it actually seems like he’s over his past lover, but oh boy is that far from the truth. It really depends on how much and how deeply he loved that person, though. While I imagine that he’s an intense love like his brother, it’s more difficult to get access to him and his emotions. Osamu’s excellent at not getting too involved and has very good control over his emotions, but if his ex was someone he genuinely loved and opened himself up to, then I can see him reacting to a breakup in a similar way as his brother.  

Kuroo Tetsurou:

I see him handling being broken up with well? Like, he sure is emotional about it, but he deals with it in a mature way and tries to understand his ex-partner’s reasoning to the best of his ability. He definitely will allow himself to be sad and even shed a tear here and there, but he also knows when enough is enough. I imagine he will give himself some sort of time frame where he allows himself to grieve and be sad, but after the time’s up (could be a few days or a few weeks) he will actively try to move on and keep his mind occupied so his thoughts won’t start to wander to a bad place. I can also see him keeping in touch with his ex, not immediately after the break up, but at some point, even if it’s just on a superficial basis. If he truly cared about them as a person, then he wouldn’t want them to be completely out of his life (I’m projecting here but that’s ok). So basically, Kuroo copes by giving himself the time to feel brokenhearted, but also in being more socially active after coming to a point where he believes he grieved enough. He will focus on the people around him and go out with his friends more and try to get his mind off of his ex-partner. All in all, I’d say his way of coping with a breakup (with him being the one who gets broken up with) in a relatively healthy way. One thing he’d definitely do, especially in the beginning, is turning up at Kenma’s place at the most random times to play games with him. Some things just don’t change.

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

Sakusa’s even better at hiding and suppressing his feelings than Osamu. Like, people that aren’t super close with him wouldn’t even have known he was in a relationship in the first place. He’s that secretive about his personal life and only trusts handpicked people with the details of his life. For everyone who does know him better, though, it’s pretty easy to tell that something’s off with him. He’s a lot moodier and meaner, sometimes even unintentionally overstepping boundaries, and the bags under his eyes grow visibly darker. Sakusa tends to drink more caffeinated drinks when he’s stressed, which keep him up at night and encourage his brain to fill itself with what ifs and other intrusive thoughts. He’s basically a tired mess, and the people around, especially those he sees every day, will notice he’s being deprived of sleep, because it’s no secret that Sakusa usually values his 8 hours of beauty sleep. So, while his behavior does change, he could tell people literally anything and they’d believe it to be the reason for his slightly odd behavior. I also don’t see him as someone who easily opens up about his feelings, so he’d probably bury that shit deep within.

Bokuto Koutarou:

It’s going to be really difficult to cheer this big Baby up. Bokuto just spends days moping around and will have absolutely no motivation to do anything, not even Volleyball. Sure, he will go to practice and participate in games, but there’s definitely a change in his aura, he’s less energetic and spaces out way more often. The coach will probably have to pull him aside more than once during practice. It will definitely take more than his teammates or a few good friends to get him to function properly again, I think what he really needs is just time. But he definitely doesn’t want to be alone, so he will reach out for his friends and try to distract himself a bit with their company. It will take Bokuto a lot of time to get over his past lover, though. He’s someone who gets very emotionally invested in things, and people no less. I also imagine him to be the kind of person that tries to contact their ex after the breakup, asking if they could talk things over again or try to find another solution, he doesn’t want to let go that easily if he’s convinced there is or could be another way.

[lettrespromises]

THE FORGOTTEN DAY. - AKAASHI, DAICHI, KUROO, ATSUMU.

@luveranime wrote : ❝Hey Nikki its me again lmao 😂. Could you do one where they actually completely forget your birthday? With Akaashi, daichi, kuroo, and atsumu? Make it angst please🥺❞

A.N: ❝dear reader,

thank you so much for trusting me once more with your request! i always love writing the requests even more so than my own prompts. i sincerely hope you’ll like these hc’s, i tried to make these as angsty as i could but atsumu has two braincells and i could NOT resist the temptation of doing something more lighthearted, i hope you won’t be mad at me! mwah! enjoy your promised letter!

sincerely yours, nikki❞

Genre: Kinda angsty, kinda fluffy. Warnings: Cursing, crying.

Now, Akaashi is not one to forget about dates and birthdays. I’m pretty sure he has a notebook filled with everyone’s birthdays written in a chronological order. Needless to say, he’s someone who is extremely organized. 

He is the kind of boyfriend to remember all the slightest details you mention when you guys have a conversation. We’re talking about small details, pieces of informations that others wouldn’t necessarily pick up on except if your name is Akaashi Keiji. (I.E: he knows that Bokuto-san classifies his underwear according to each day of the week.)

The week leading up to your birthday, he makes sure to leave several notes stuck on your notebooks, laptop, mug, even your jacket to let you know how loved you are and how exceptional of a human being you are.

Unfortunately for you, your birthday has the misfortune of being set right during the revision week leading to the final exams. The latter are extremely important to Akaashi because missing his exams would result in him not being able to go to inter-school volleyball training held during the weekend. 

Even though he’s in a relationship, he can be quite distant when something is bothering him because he refuses categorically to drown you with his problems, revisions being one of them. He’s so driven to study hard (although he’s already an excellent student), that everything else appears as a blur to him- he breathes revisions, eats revisions, lives for revisions.

The latter causes him to inevitably forget about your birthday. At first, you just think he’s playing along with you and he has this huge and sweet surprise in store for you which might explain why he hasn’t left you any love notes or sent you any texts, or even avoid you at school.

The evening of your birthday, you crash down at his place, a bit perplexed at his antics. But, unconsciously, you were still in denial, you knew or at least hoped that he was just purposefully acting as such because he wanted to surprise you for your birthday.

When he opens the door and sees you, he has a quizzical look on his face “Um, hello, Y/N? May I ask what you’re doing here, dove?”

Now, it was your turn to have a quizzical look on your face, “So you really don’t know? Isn’t it, you know, a special day?” 

His mind is so coated by his obsession to study hard that nothing comes to his mind, nothing to answer to your interrogation and eventually, nothing to leave his mouth as a response. He could swear there’s something he has forgotten, it’s somehow on the tip of his tongue but no sound is echoed on his part. 

“You know what, Akaashi, just don’t make promises you can’t keep. I hope these notes you left me will help you.” 

First of all, you called him Akaashi instead of Keiji, meaning that there was something terribly wrong with him or his deeds.

Second of all, he looked carefully enough, there were pearls of tears on the corner of your eyes.

Third of all, he was so taken aback, as if all his memory had resurfaced in the blink of an eye that he still couldn’t find the strength to say something. Instead, his eyes wandered on your figure, his back facing you, already on your way home. The sole reflex he had was to raise his hand in your direction, as if he could catch your silhouette already long gone, hopelessly.

Daichi is already the (unofficial) dad of troublesome children (thank the heavens for mama Sugawara and uncle Asahi), which means not only he has to juggle between his duty as a captain and as a student, but he also must make sure of the stability of your relationship.

It’s really taking a toll on him. Seeing him come home late after late night practice is not even surprising anymore, he just comes to your place and crashes down for the night at unbelievable hours- sometimes ten, sometimes eleven.

His role of captain is so dear to his heart and he’s kind of an all or nothing kind of guy. But when it comes to the volleyball team, he pours every once of passion, patience and energy he has to offer. He knows that the first years have literally gifts when it comes to playing and he wants to exploit their potential at the fullest.

Nonetheless, when it comes to remembering dates, Daichi (being an unofficial dad) has the tendency to remember rather quickly common dates like birthdays, if not, he can always count on Suga to remind him in case he gets too hotheaded into what he’s doing.

On the day of your birthday, he sent you a myriad of texts, mini-novels if you will. All of them were the testimonies of the love he held in your regard, he was so thoughtful, each one of his word was carefully chosen to make you feel like the most loved person on the planet.

Starting the day off with a series of loving texts from your boyfriend is indeed the best way to wake up.

However, after close inspection, the last text he had sent you mentioned a date tonight at your favorite restaurant in town because, and I quote, “you deserve to be treated like the royalty you are.”

Focusing in class was almost impossible, the only thing occupying your mind was tonight’s date with Daichi, just the two of you on your birthday. And truth be told, there was no other way you’d rather spend this ever so special day.

Right after the bell rang, you made a beeline to your place to get ready as Daichi told you he would pick you up at 7, right after practice. Your heart was bursting with joy and impatience, a sweet mix of emotions which made you feel overwhelmed by love.

It was 7 already and your eyes were stuck on the alley of your house, waiting to see Daichi’s car arrive and admire the beautiful, lovestruck grin plastered upon his face. 

Then it was 8, and suspicions started to arise in your mind. Your head was clouded by interrogations : “Does he not love me anymore?”, “Is this is way of telling me we should break up?”

Then 9, then 10 and eventually 11.

You waited four hours to hear a sign from Daichi, and you couldn’t keep up with the countless texts you had sent him, wondering where he was. But, you still had hope. Heart-crushing hope that is, or maybe you were just stuck in pure denial.

You were sitting on a chair, several stains of tears on your cheeks already, facing the window which offered a view outside your house because “You never know, he might show up...”

At 11, your phone rang and Daichi’s number highlighted the screen. You were so quick to pick up the phone, your quickness was almost inhuman. 

“Baby? Hi, it’s me. Are you still awake?” You hummed in response, scared of the way your voice would break if you were to talk. “Listen, practice-...”, you cut him off : “Practice ran late again, I know, Daichi.”

There was a moment of silence on his end of the line, a moment of guilt.

“Baby, you have no idea how sorry I am. It’s just the team and the firs-...” - “I know, the gifted first years.” your voice was barely above a whisper.

“We can reschedule tomorrow if you want, I’ll ask Ennoshita to take care of the training for me.” He sounded desperate, eaten alive by the guilt consuming him and the fragile tone of your voice, you sounded like a broken record.

“Tomorrow won’t be my birthday anymore, Daichi, you know that.” You knew that if you were to hear the sound of his voice again, you were bound to break in tears, and as much as he hurt you, you knew it wasn’t his fault and you didn’t want to make him feel even more guilty than he already was feeling.

Instead, you hung up while he was still rambling about confused apologies and you headed straight to your room, head low, fresh tears crashing on the stains left by the dried tears. Like an eternal circle, if you will.

Kuroo is someone who is extremely observant by nature, just look at the way he behaves around Kenma- he doesn’t need for you to talk to know how you’re feeling and can directly dissect what’s wrong with you.

So when he finds himself having a one-sided discussion with you, (or a double-sided conversation if you deem silence as a worthy response), his brain automatically goes on retrospection mode and he’s trying to reminisce absolutely everything that happened during the last 48 hours.

The science-related puns don’t work, the teasing is a crushing defeat, all his best aces fail to put a smile on your face or make you crack a laugh. You’re still silent, or if he’s lucky enough, he can hear the faint sound of hum leaving your lips.

His last option is to ask Kenma because Kenma appears as an omniscient point of view in your relationship. And although he’s not directly involved in your couple, he always seems to find the responses to the riddles left by the cons of being in a relationship.

Kuroo and Kenma are having lunch outside, as expected of the blonde individual, his eyes are solely focused on the device held between his hands, but Kuroo is used to it. 

“Man, I just don’t get why Y/N is giving me the cold shoulder, it’s really weighing on my mind.”

“Are you sure you don’t know, or do you act as if you don’t know?”

“Ha? What do you mean?”

“Yesterday was Y/N’s birthday, just in case you hadn’t noticed.”

Oh... Oh! It’s time to panic, it’s time to leave his brain on overdrive and find a solution to make up for what he judged an inexcusable behavior. 

What broke his heart even more is when he imagined to put himself into your shoes, how heartbroken you must have felt, how alone you must have felt, he even wondered if you wanted to break up with him.

Sure, Kuroo was observant, but sometimes being a airhead got the best of him. Or perhaps in this case, the worse of him.

He froze, his mouth was set agape and kind of like Akaashi, in moments of panic, he didn’t know what to do. He felt defeatist, he knew that forgetting your birthday was a dealbreaker. He already thought of all the consequences of his actions, and he knew that none of these consequences would turn out good in any way.

He ran through the hallways like a madman, yelling to the other students to step aside as he did so. He knew where you were, and he felt so stupid for knowing your timetable off by heart but not being able to remember such a simple date as your birthday.

You were having lunch in class with your friends, and when a hint of a roster’s head peaked through the door, making hand gestures to silently tell you to come see him, you excused yourself and left the class under the puzzling looks of your friends.

To say that Kuroo was sweating was an understatement, he was absolutely shaking to death and he exuded guilt by every pore of his body. Your gaze landed on his face, and your expression seemed lifeless- where did the usual gleam in your eyes go? The shine in your eyes he loved so much?

“You’re free to insult me for the rest of my days on this planet. I know I messed up, I messed up so bad and I don’t even know how to-... Hey? Oi, Y/N, please, please don’t cry.”

If he needed yet another reason to feel guilty, that was his cue. The tears falling in cascade on your face, the scarlet tones of your eyes, everything about you screamed pure sadness.

Both of your hearts broke in unison, and the motion of his hands to capture you and hold him close to his chest was so experimental, as if he’d never held you in his arms in his entire life. 

“Why did you forget, Tetsu?”

“I swear on my life that it was unintentional. I know you won’t forgive me anytime soon and, kitten, you have every right to do so. I know it’s not an excuse but just believe me when I say that it was unintentional. I’m so sorry, you have no idea.”

“Just wish me a happy birthday instead of rambling.”

“Happy birthday, kitten, I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

As the manager of the volleyball team, you were Inarizaki’s pride and joy. You were a literal ray of sunshine, the embodiment of a gem and you were always cherished by the entire team for helping them so much.

You always made sure they drank enough, prepped several towels in case they sweated too much (they always did), listened to their problems, eased their doubts- you were undeniably perfect to them.

So perfect that Osamu, as well as the rest of the team, always wondered  how and why you ended up with his airhead of a twin, or rather, and I quote, “The useless piss-haired twin.”

To be frank, if it wasn’t for you, Atsumu would probably be dead by now. The cause of his death? Osamu himself? The whole team? His stupidity? We shall never know.

You cannot expect Atsumu to remember any specific dates, he even struggles to remember his own birthday which results in him asking when was his brother born and Osamu letting out a desperate sigh, wondering what on Earth did he do in his previous life to deserve such a twin.

Nonetheless, Osamu’s cooking skills came in handy. The whole team had agreed on celebrating your birthday, a kind of surprise birthday after practice if you will, because you were so good to them.

The divine smell of the cake didn’t go unsmelled (please help is that even a word?? no it’s not but i couldn’t say ‘go unseen’ because a smell can’t be seen like???) by none other than Atsumu himself. “Whatcha’ baking this for?” Osamu didn’t even bother to throw a glance in his twin brother’s direction “You should know, idiot.”

Safe to say that Atsumu got absolutely z e r o information from his brother whatsoever and was thus left in general incomprehension. He then figured that maybe it was someone’s birthday given how well looking the cake was, but whose birthday was it? Once again, z e r o idea.

After practice, the whole team gathered to show you the surprise they had in store for you- Kita had stuck some ‘happy birthday’ posters on the wall, Osamu had brought the cake and Aran had the gift from the whole team in his hands. The preparation was quick and efficient, all while you were changing in your more regular outfit in the locker room. 

Needless to say, Atsumu still had z e r o clue to whose birthday they were going to celebrate but the grin on his face still testified of how happy he was. 

When you exited the locker room to say goodbye to the rest of the team, you were absolutely overwhelmed by joy when you saw them gathered together, a radiant smile plastered upon their face, they were so proud of themselves and most of all, they were proud to be the reason of your happiness. 

Reflex kicked, both of your hands covered your mouth and your vision quickly became blurry from the pearls of tears gathering at the brim of your eyes. To say that you were happy was an understatement, you felt so moved, so touched that this whole surprise was for your birthd-

“Hold up, I thought it was mom’s birthday? Who’s the cake for?”

The look on Osamu’s face screamed “Someone hold me back before I kill this idiot with my bare hands.”

Kita threw a volleyball at the back of Atsumu’s head.

Suna was crying on the inside out of desperation.

Hitoshi was holding Osamu back.

The rest of the team eventually ganged up on Atsumu for even daring to forget their sweet angel’s birthday while you were standing there, dumbfounded to say the least, torn between crying and laughing.

You didn’t even need to make Atsumu pay for his mistake, the team had made sure to make him pay for the next ten years (if I’m being generous.)

So... Happy birthday... I guess?

[kuroos-moon]

S/o Loves Their Best Friend

pairing: Kenma x reader, Iwaizumi x reader

scenario: they realize how you’ve fallen for their best friend 

warning/s: angst, mentions of sex (Iwaizumi)

wc: 1.9 k

Kenma 

He may love games, but your relationship to him is anything but. You’ve had deep and honest conversations and talks about life— about your barest and truest selves— he knows that there’s no one out there who understood him and knew him as much as you did. 

The same goes for you too, he knew you like the back of his hand, like the skill combination of his favorite character and the buttons he had to press on his console without even glancing down. He knows how your eyebrows would form a slight crease when you’re confused, how you would always hum your favorite song when you were happy, but most importantly, he knows how you are when you’re in love. 

“Oy, Kuroo-san you’re disgusting get away,” he hears you laugh as you bicker with his best friend, not bothering to look up from his game to know that your eyes were probably alight and looking at him like he was your life’s joy.  

It had been months since you’ve met Kuroo, he never missed how your interest peaked at the mention of his name and how you always wanted to come see them practice only to exchange banters with the said captain. 

Kenma was never the type to lie to himself, so the moment he realized how you must feel about Kuroo, he had simply been waiting for you to realize it yourself too, holding on to what he knew was a lost cause— your relationship; your love. 

“Ken, c’mon, let’s walk home together,” you call out to him, and just like a banished child who was told he was welcomed back home, he looks up at you, eyes filled with hope— only to be replaced by a bitter and cold helplessness as he saw you were at the gym’s doorway beside him. 

How long were you going to drag this on? he thought, as he walks off ahead of the both of you, heart heavy in his chest. 

“Goodbye asshole,” you stick your tongue out at Kuroo as he pats both your heads before he enters his house with a grin. Hooking an arm around Kenma’s as he continued to play, the both of you quietly continue down the road. For some reason you can’t quite point out, you were feeling so content and happy, as if something extremely good happened to you today, like you could take on whatever life throws at you. Was it because you were with Kenma, the love of your life? 

“Y/n,” he says in a low voice, making you look at him in question. “For how much longer are you gonna keep me?” He asks you, his face blank of any emotion in contrast to what he was really feeling deep inside. “Wh-what?” You ask in pure shock, unable to register such a serious question he put out in the open so bluntly. 

He sighs, finally looking at your eyes as the both of you come to a halt. “Are you deceiving yourself or do you really not know it yet?” He asks, forcing himself to swallow down all the harsh but truthful words that wanted to slip out. “What are you saying Kenma?” You ask him, ah, there it is, he thought, the slight crease between your brows— you’re confused. 

“If I’m only stopping you from being free of who to love y/n, by all means, you could simply end it and get rid of me,” he nonchalantly tells you and he can’t help but feel slightly annoyed because you still looked so confused, why were you so oblivious about your own feelings? Why does he have to be the one to make you realize it when you’ve been hurting him enough? 

“Fine,” he sighs, shoulders slumping slightly as if he was so tired— because he was—  “Quick question, Kuroo or me?” He deadpans and you meet his emotionless look with wide eyes. “Kenma of course it’s you! What do you even-” 

“This is tiring,” he cuts you off, another sigh escaping his slightly parted lips as he looks up at the sky in thought, trying to calm himself and keep his tears at bay. So this is what it had come to? He never said anything nor has he acted any different, patiently waiting for you to find yourself back to him. 

But you didn’t, there’s nothing but distance between you two, a distance you made grow, all the while he patiently stood still, blindly trusting you to choose him; to stay. Or was it somehow his fault too? Should he have chased you as you got farther away? Should he have changed into someone more like Kuroo— would you have loved him again then? 

“Kenma, look at me,” you say in irritation, not having a single clue as to why he was acting that way. Cupping his cheek in your hand, you guide his face to look down at you, but all you saw was a face you wish you’d never seen, a look you wished Kenma would never have to wear. 

“Kenma,” you whisper, the sound of your voice breaking his heart even more. The tears that glossed his golden cat eyes finally rolled down his cheek, wet against your skin as you don’t take away your gentle hold. He offers you a small smile, “If you’re not ditching me then I will, for your own good that is,” he says in defeat, taking your hand off him as he looks sideways and away from you. 

“Y/n, let’s break up,” he says, yet again, in a calm voice devoid of emotion as he turns and walks away from you; and you stare at his back, unable to grasp how your separation was decided in an instant but would be permanent for eternity. You knew for certain that those words, accompanied by the beautiful smile he only showed you, and the tears you’ve only seen once before when you had a huge fight— it was him telling you that he had finally let go. 

Iwaizumi

“Baka,” he curses at you lightheartedly, a subtle curve at the side of his lips as he looks down at you— his pillar and his favorite dimwit. “But Iwaaa! it was cute! You moaned-” You were cut off by his palm pressing against your mouth, and you can’t help but laugh at his silly and embarrassed reaction. 

“Shut up or I’ll make you regret it tonight,” he scowls, taking his hand off when you lick his palm. “Get to class and try to make do with that brain of yours,” he says with half a smile, kissing your forehead momentarily before pulling away. 

You guys were happy, you’ve been dating for quite a while and had just recently moved in together in his new apartment. Never had he thought that he would meet his greatest love in college, but much more than that, your personalities were polar opposites so he never expected for you to be his; to have you cradled in his arms every night as you sleep or to have you beneath him as you moaned his name in pleasure, keeping you up ‘til sunrise. 

He knows how much he loves you, he was fully aware that it was simply beyond measure— there was just nothing to compare it to. On his way to your usual spot to the cafe across your school, he can’t help but look forward to seeing you again as if he didn’t just drop you by your classroom this morning. 

Upon his enter, “Iwa-san, y/n’s not dating him is she?” Asks a girl he recognized was from his class. He bites back a scowl, did she just ask him if his girlfriend was dating someone else? Following her gaze, he looks to the booth you always occupied and his heart deflates, he suddenly grows anxious. 

“Iwa-san?” The girl asks again, wondering why Iwaizumi was frozen from where he stood. Clearing his throat, he continues to make his way over to you. “Oh, y/n’s my girlfriend if it wasn’t obvious,” he mutters at the girl. 

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa brightly greets his best friend, sipping down on his lemonade. Lemonade, he had just recalled that you both had the same favorite drink, “Surprise!” Toru dramatically says, arms wide open making you chuckle. Not again, he thought. There’s that look in your eyes, the loving look that only his best friend could draw out from you, the look he wished to see when you were staring back at him. 

“Babe, come sit down,” you smile up at him. The three of you catch up, his mood getting more and more brought down as you smile when he smiles, laughs when he laughs, and when you unconsciously brought your hand down to hold Toru’s when he told you about his struggles, he knew that the way you felt about Toru before, it was still there now; unchanging.

You guys met each other before he went to Brazil, would he really have been your boyfriend if Oikawa stayed in Japan? “Toru, let’s see each other tomorrow again, yeah?” you pout at him after pulling away from your hug. “Missing me already, y/n-chan?” He teases, ruffling your hair a bit. “Iwa-chan take good care of our y/n okay?” Oikawa bids with a smile, patting his best friend’s shoulder before walking out the cafe. Our y/n?

The whole time, his eyes don’t leave you, there’s that fucking look again, he thought, as you stare at Toru’s back while he walks away. You don’t even notice his down mood as you both make it back to your apartment. You were seated on your bed, looking at your phone with a small smile and he can’t help but just stand there as he watches you type away at your phone, oblivious to the fact that his insecurities once again resurfaced. 

“Iwa-” he cuts you off with a hungry kiss, tossing your phone away as he gently pushes you down from your sitting position, hovering on top of you as his hands gripped your waist. “Ah, Iwa,” you let out a soft moan as you tilted your head to the side, allowing him to suck on your sensitive skin. 

Your breaths were ragged and you were nearing your third orgasm for the night. “Iwa,” you moan his name, as he continues to pound inside of you, “I’m close.” Your nails dug themselves to his back, clawing at it as extreme bliss filled your head. “You love me?” He asks in a raspy voice, his forehead against yours, meeting your eyes with his as he continues to thrust in and out of you without slowing down. 

When you don’t answer, he angles his hips and enters more aggressively inside of you as you whimper beneath him. “Y-yes, ah, yes I love you so much Iwa, so much,” you manage to say, earning a groan from him as your nails painfully dug deeper on his back. 

You both cum together, your heavy pants filling the air as he pulled out of you. “I love you,” he whispers, planting a kiss on your forehead before he pulls away and looks at your face. “I love you too Iwa,” you respond, looking back at him as you caress his cheek with your thumb. 

His heart felt heavy; of course he will never doubt your love for him, but when you were made to choose, would he still be the one? The one to hear your steady breaths as you sleep, the name you call out when you moan, the person you’d share your life with— was he all that?

If Oikawa could stay by your side, if he was available for you, he just knows that it would be him with you instead.

You run your fingers through his hair as he settles his face at the crook of your neck, one thought running through his mind: could you ever look at him the way you looked at his best friend?  

[arhvste]

KUROO TETSURO - 3:37AM

summary - you and kuroo play hide and seek in the early hours of morning after the hot nights of mid august prevent you both from falling asleep - fluff

this was actually a prompt written by @emma_ichihara on tiktok that i absolutely needed to write about after i saw it so thank u for that queen <3

warnings - none

-

The heat in your bedroom was unbearable. Then again, you couldn’t say you didn’t expect it to be as mid august is always going to be a pain to sleep through.

You tossed about in your sheets flailing your arms and legs about trying to get some sort of breeze across your limbs only to flop down in frustration. Grabbing your phone from the side of your bed you checked the time. 2:27AM.

Your eyes squinted at the brightness of the screen and you put your phone back down only to hear it vibrate on the surface as soon as you let go of the device. Assuming it was going to be a random notification from one of your apps you almost decided to ignore it but something told you to check regardless.

Your eyes once again squinting as they adjusted to the luminous light emitting from your phone contrasting against the darkness of your room. Your heart fluttered as you read through the notification.

2:28AM - tetsoup : i know ur up right now

You unlocked your phone as you typed out your reply. A conversation flowing between the two of you.

2:28AM - thot chan : okay u got me sue me for not being able to handle the heat

2:29AM - tetsoup : would’ve thought after being around me so much you’d be able to handle the hot ;)

2:29AM - thot chan : ur a chemistry nerd u aren't hot

2:29AM - tetsoup : fail ur next chemistry exam for all i care dont ask me for help :(

2:30AM - thot chan : you wound me captain

2:30AM - thot chan : and what are u doing up right now?

2:31AM - tetsoup : same as u genius, this heat is making my body perspire more than what i’d like

2:31AM - thot chan : lmao that means u finna be smelly. go take a cold shower u farm animal

2:31AM - tetsoup : at 2am? i don't think so u imbecile, i have a better solution though

2:32AM - thot chan : and that is?

You stared at your phone expecting a reply quickly but after 5 minutes it never came.

‘Idiot must’ve fallen asleep’

You hummed as you set your phone back down and allowed your head to hit back against the soft pillows on your bed. The heat was still bothering you so it didn’t look like you were going to be getting much sleep, regardless you still tried by closing your eyes and trying to force your brain into drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

Not even 4 minutes into your attempt at forced sleep you heard your phone vibrate softly against the wood of your bedside table. Snatching it up towards your face you stared at the notification in disbelief.

2:43AM - tetsoup : im outside ur house hurry up the bugs are eating me alive

This boy.

Swinging your legs off the hurricane of sheets, pillows and your comforter, you dragged yourself over to the window to peek through your blinds. There stood your tall boyfriend with a big hoodie and sweatpants on, signature bedhead with his hands in his pockets patiently waiting for your arrival.

You smiled slightly. He really had your whole heart and you couldn’t deny that even if you tried.

Grabbing one of his hoodies you had ‘borrowed’ you threw on your shoes and quietly made your way to the front door carefully not wanting to disturb your parents and have them question your activities.

“Finally, my body was about to start decomposing from all the bugs attacking me from just standing here.”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

Kuroo pulled your smaller frame into his significantly larger one as you inhaled the scent of his hoodie. He buried his head into the crook of your neck as he gave it a soft kiss before looking back down at you.

“Come on let's go.”

You hummed in curiosity but allowed the boy to take your smaller hand into his larger calloused one and lead the way to the unknown destination.

It wasn’t rare for you and Kuroo to meet up during the night. Sure you spent a lot of time together most days but there was something about being the only ones out in such public places that made you both feel as if you were the only ones in the world. This feeling never got old to the pair of you as everytime the two of you met up in the earliest hours of morning you would find yourselves falling in love all over again with each other. These hours were the ones you held close to your evergrowing heart.

After 5 minutes of walking through the peaceful streets in your neighbourhood, Kuroo led you to the playground the two of you and Kenma would find yourselves occupied most days after school back when you were all younger. The place was such a public and overlooked one, but you all still cherished the memories created there and would sometimes find yourselves reminiscing on those times whenever you’d come back.

You let go of your boyfriend’s hand as you climbed onto the climbing structure which years ago would’ve proven to be more of a challenge for you to reach the top too. The platform a lot smaller than it used to be, you grabbed the railing and allowed a gentle breeze to run through the locks of your hair.

Kuroo looked up at you, adoration twinkling in his eyes. To him you were everything. He had known you ever since he first moved into the neighbourhood with his dad and grandparents. He used to find talking to others a struggle and found Kenma particularly hard to communicate with. You however, took the opportunity to get both boys to open up more to each other right by the reigns and within your first 6 months of being acquainted with each other, you had managed to get both boys comfortable enough to call you and each other a friend in confidence. For that, Kuroo was eternally grateful and even more so when you accepted his romantic feelings towards you 3 years ago.

“Let’s play hide and seek, you know, like we used to.”

You turned smiling to the beheaded captain. He gave you his signature smirk and turned around.

“You’ve got 30 seconds, be prepared to lose immediately.”

You laughed as he began to count up to 30, crouching behind a slide that you thought covered yourself from his view. It actually took Kuroo 54 seconds to find you and you turned the childish game into a small competition between the two of you, tallying up who could find the other the fastest each time.

It got to your 13th round and this time you were hiding inside the slide. Kuroo had yet to find you and it had been 8 minutes already. This confused you slightly as the usually perceptive boy would’ve found you by now. You climbed out of the slide and onto the platform as you glanced around your surroundings seeing no signs of him.

You raised your eyebrow as you knew the boy surely must be messing with you. He would never actually abandon you especially without letting you know.

Cupping your hands to both sides of your mouth you let yourself lean towards the railing of the climbing structure.

“Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo!”

You called out while continuing to scan the area in your view.

What you weren’t expecting was for strong arms to find their way around your waist as you felt someone's hot breath against the skin on your neck.

“I’m right here, my beautiful Juliet.”

You gasped as Kuroo kissed your neck before spinning you around to look at you directly. One of his hands supporting your back and the other moving a piece of loose hair away from your face, he stared into your eyes which twinkled under the stars. You smiled widely at him as he admired your gorgeous face.

He allowed his hand to trail down your neck until he moved his fingers to weave through your hair delicately. Moving his head down, he softly kissed your lips as you melted into his touch. Your hands moved to his broad shoulders as he deepened the kiss making you sigh in satisfaction. You hummed as he drew small circles on your back with his long fingers let your own hands move towards his untamable hair and rake through it resulting in a hum of approval from him.

You both pulled away as you studied each other's expressions. In that moment Kuroo had fallen for you even deeper if that was possible. Every fibre in his being adored you and it took so much self control to not just tackle you off the structure and cuddle you forever. You were his soulmate he was sure of that. The idea of love had never crossed Kuroo’s mind until middle school when you had both grown up a little bit more. He was focused on volleyball and keeping up his grades but you were always at the back of his mind driving him crazy to the point where he felt he had no other choice than to explore these foreign feelings for you. He would argue that by confessing to you, he had made the best decision in his life. You brought nothing but pure light into his life he was convinced you were some sort of guardian angel. You couldn’t be real. You were a living goddess and there were times when he’d feel like you were too good to be true.

The feelings were mutual on your side too. Kuroo Tetsuro had been a challenge for you to get to open up but when he did he didnt hold back on subconsciously taking your heart and occupying your thoughts on the daily. The two of you held such a deep and indescribable love for each other sometimes you felt like it was too hard to contain.

Brought back to reality by your hand caressing his cheek Kuroo turned to you and smiled so genuinely.

“Y/N, I am so so in love with you.”

“I know Tetsu. I love you too. So much.”

You pecked his cheek as he guided you off the climbing structure and onto the soft grass surrounding the playground.

You both laid there in a comfortable silence as you allowed the sounds of distant cars passing through the busy city of tokyo, and the soft sounds of crickets chirping as you cuddled up to Kuroo’s chest.

He wrapped his muscular arms around you and pulled you close to him whispering “I love you” over and over again quietly enough for only you to hear.

The early morning had reached 3AM and you both knew you’d have to make your way back to your homes soon but right now nothing else mattered.

The only thing on your minds was the fact you were both stupidly in love with each other and you would continue to allow yourselves to fall in love over and over again as you stared at the stars whispering small professions of love to one another for the remaining time you spent outside.

Kuroo Tetsuro, a perceptive boy who hadn’t considered love until you came into his life, had never felt such raw emotion in his life and it was these early hour moments which he would hold close to his heart for the rest of his life which he had planned to go through with you by his side.

[tetsuskitten]

I really love KuroSuga ♡ could I request first date?

Thank you so much @darling-stardust for your request! You wouldn’t belive how this helped get my brain going. Hope you like fluff, because here we go! 

Available on ao3

(normal is Kuroo, italics is daichi and bold is suga)

(17:45) Sawamura, my bro, I need your help

(17:47) If you need help aboutsuga, then no

(17:48) Oh COME ON WHY NOT

(17:52) Because he explicitly toldme: “If Kuroo tries to ask you for help on what to do on our first date, youbetter not help him.” To which I asked: “You really wanna see the guy sweat,uh?” To which he responded with a string of devil emojis so….

(17:52) You’re on your own here,my friend

(17:53) Wow… What have I gotten myself into?

(17:56) You better think ofsomething good

(17:56) But since I’m such a goodfriend

(17:57) I can tell you he has asweet tooth

(17:57) And likes stuffed toys

(17:58) Good luck ;)

 (21:56) I’ll pick you up at 11, sweet stuff

(21:59) I’ll be waiting,buttercup

After giving itsome thought and going by Daichi’s hints, he decided on something simple andelegant for their first date. Of course, this was more of an excuse to hang outthan anything because they had been together plenty of times before. After theydiscovered they were going to the same university they made plans to meet inTokyo, to hang out, talk about volleyball, their teammates, and ended up closingdown this random café that then became their favorite hangout spot and wherethey would usually go to meet up.

Eventually, theyfound themselves growing more and more interested in each other but it was thefirst year of university which meant getting accustomed to a new place, bothfor Koushi, coming from somewhere outside of Tokyo and to Kuroo, since he movedout of his parents’ house and into a joint apartment with best bro, Bokuto. Notonly that, but the work load changed dramatically and they were busy gettingfamiliar with a new school and making new acquaintances and maybe even a friendor two who could slip you their notes when you got sick and who would havelunch with you in between classes.

Because of this,they were too occupied to act on their interest and when they wanted to let offsome steam they didn’t do it with each other because… there was somethingthere, and neither of them wanted to ruin it by jumping each other’s bones toosoon.

They were now intheir second year and when Koushi came back to the city and they met up again,there was an unspoken tension between them. Until Kuroo broke it by saying whatthey were both thinking.

“I missed you,man.” He had said, with one of his goofy smiles sprawled on his face.

Sugawara managedto raise an inquisitive eyebrow, maybe to try and play it off but he couldn’t.Instead he laughed, shook his head and admitted out loud. “Yeah, I missed youtoo.”

After thisfaithful episode, Kuroo went into a freak out that lasted about a week anddrove Bokuto up the wall with questions.

…Should I ask him out? He said he missed me, what doyou think that means? Do you think he likes me? I mean I like him. Like hangingout with him, talking to him, studying around him, he’s quiet when he focusesbut then he’s also such a sarcastic douche, he makes such great jokes, Bo,honestly, and have you seen his hair in the sun? it’s like… it shines, okay,like diamonds. But honestly what if I ask him out and he says no, what if I ruinthis thing we got going on?…

He tried it withKenma but he just shut him down with a quick: “Ask him out already. Have balls.”To which Kuroo replied, in a chocked and broken voice. “Language.”

After all of this,he met up with Koushi. They usually studied together once or twice a week, itwas a nice routine. Beforehand Kuroo had psyched himself up, drank a redbull, high-fivedthe guy who sold him his coffee and arrived at Koushi’s with a Caramel Macchiatofor the setter and a Double Expresso for him. They sat down on the mat in theliving room and as Kuroo took out his laptop, books, notebook and writingmaterial, placing it on the table between them, Koushi sipped his warm drink,closing his eyes in enjoyment ever so slightly. And Kuroo looked at that, andthought to himself that maybe this wasn’t as terrifying after all and somehowthe words just came out, flowing, just as if he was asking “How was your day?”But he wasn’t. He was asking: “Will you go out with me?”

Koushi smiled intothe lid of his drink and his shiny eyes looked up. He got up from his seatwhere he was cross-legged and walked around to the other side of the table. Kuroonoticed he was wearing a big pink jumper with a yellow kitten on it, it wascute, it suited him, he thought. Koushi crouched next to him and kissed him onthe cheek. “I thought you’d never ask.” He said, with a honeyed lull to hisvoice and quite the charming smile.

He went back tohis place, seated the same way and went back to what he was doing. A few beatsafter, he added, in a challenging and teasing tone. “Hope you take me somewherenice.”

And Kuroo wentinto a mild panic while thinking Game on.

Now, back to thedate. The plan was simple:

Step 1: Pick him up at his place. Take him out to a nicerestaurant. Chinese. That’s his favorite. But close to his house so you canwalk there and hold hands and talk a bit on your way there.

Step 2: Don’t be a coward and actually hold his hand. You better not fail me, Future Kuroo, wegot a lot riding on this.

Step 3: Amusement park. You can eat candy there, cottoncandy, popcorn, lollipop, all kinds of unhealthy things. Win him something,impress him with your gaming skills. Show him you’re a clear winner andtherefore deserve his affections.

Step 4: Walk him home.

Kuroo looked downat the paper with his messy handwriting on it and took a deep breath.

“Okay, alright,sounds like a good plan.”

He picked out hisoutfit for the next day and went to bed, trying his best to rest even thoughhis excitement made his blood boil.

The doorbell ranga few minutes before eleven and Koushi came to answer the door. He was met witha dashing smile and the same bed head hair of always.

“What a nice view,uh” He commented, taking in Kuroo’s towering figure, the way his hands werehidden in his pockets, relaxed demeanor.

“It sure is.”Kuroo fired back, making sure his eyes took in all of Koushi, intent on gettinghis point across.

“Come in. I’m justfinishing up with my hair and then we can go.”

“Your hair? What’reyou gonna do with it?” Kuroo asked, following Koushi down the hallway to thebathroom.

“I thought aboutputting it up.” The other answered, while grabbing a hair tie, gathering hissilver hair and looking in the mirror. “What do you think? Like this?” Heinquired, looking up at Kuroo, who in return hummed and chewed on his bottomlip.

“Can I…” Kuroostarted, making a forward gesture with his hand.

“Sure.” Koushiaffirmed, letting his hair come down again. It already hit his shoulders and itmade subtle waves.

Kuroo placedhimself behind Koushi and then reached for a brush. Carefully, he brushedKoushi’s hair back while the other watched closely. Then he gathered it up in aneat ponytail, reaching out for the tie in Koushi’s hand. He tied it up withoutany hair moving out of place and Kou was impressed.

“And now for thefinishing touch…” Kuroo announced before dislodging two bits of hair from thesides, and making these little waves come down the side of Koushi’s face. Helooked stunning.

They looked ateach other in the mirror before Koushi turned around to face Kuroo.

“You know, this isa really good start to a date.”

Kuroo smiled downat him. “Is it?”

Koushi hummed inconfirmation. “Come down here.”

Kuroo croucheduntil his eyes were level with Kou’s.

“Not like that.”Koushi laughed and shook his head. He sighed. “But it’s okay.” And then placeda soft kiss on Kuroo’s lips. They both smiled, their cheeks tinted with analmost unnoticeable pink.

“Come on.” Koushigrabbed Kuroo’s hand, turned off the bathroom lights and led them to the door.Before heading out he grabbed a colorful denim jacket, full of patches. Most ofthem were from Oikawa, therefore they were mostly space themed. There were afew cat themed ones in there, as well.

On their way tothe restaurant Koushi was busy explaining Kuroo where the patches came from andtime flowed quickly.

They got to therestaurant and it was a cozy little thing on a secondary street.

“Oh, you didn’ttell me this is where we were coming!”

“Was I supposedto?”

“No, but nicechoice. Kudos to you.”

“So you’ve beenhere before.”

“Yes, it’s closeto home and they serve my favorite food…” Koushi trailed off and then looked atKuroo as they were about to sit down. “Which is why you brought me here.”

Kuroo nodded. “Ididn’t know you knew it but yeah, I wanted you to have a good time.”

They were sittingnext to each other and Koushi, for the second time that day, leaned in closeand placed a kiss on Kuroo, this time on the corner of his mouth, discretly.

“Can’t believe youthought you needed Daichi’s help. You’re doing great all on your own. Andreally upping the scale for me.”

“Oh yeah? Nextdate we focus on me then?” Kuroo asked playfully.

“If you’re lucky.”

Then they orderedtheir food and talked about the usual things. Tooru made me watch this movie,this and Bokuto scored someone’s number on the train, that. The usual.

When they left therestaurant their bellies were full and they rejoiced in the cozy spring sun andbreeze. They made their way to the metro down the street because the amusementpark was on the other side of town. And as they walked, unthinkingly, Koushilaced his fingers with Kuroo’s and Kuroo just looked down at their hands, notexactly surprised, but most definitely happy about whatever this was that was beginningto bloom.

The rest of theafternoon was a smooth ride. Koushi stuffed his mouth with sweet after sweet,even though he had just has lunch an hour ago while Kuroo watched amusedly andtook bites out of the candy. They went on a few rides, the fast ones but notthe upside-down ones. They played games, Koushi won them a shark and a tinymouse. Kuroo played some kind of hammer game, the measure your strength kind ofgame, and won them a stuffed Thor toy. Long haired Thor, though.

“He kinda lookslike you.”

“If I was blondand had a beard, you mean.”

“Yes, but I likeyour silver hair. You’re like a walking cloud.”

“You’re like awalking mess.”

“Well, you’re notwrong.”

“Wanna be my mess?”

“Koushi, so forward.” Kuroo joked, making ahigh-pitched voice and hugging his stuffed Thor tightly, presumably trying to imitatea school girl. Koushi laughed, thank god for that, because what. a . smile. Kuroo mused.

After a beat. “Areyou serious though?”

They were leavingthe amusement park and heading home. There was still daylight but the sun was agoner, and Koushi had to admit, so was he.

“Well, you are theone guy I want to spend my time with, you know, the time I have left betweenclasses and my other friends and those 5 hours of sleep.”

“You are the oneguy for me too.”

Koushi stopped andmoved to face Kuroo. Kuroo was blocking the sun, casting a shadow down on Kou.The background was nothing but sunlight and Kuroo looked beautiful that way.

“I am?”

Kuroo nodded. “Youare.”

“I guess we bettermake it official then.”

“We better.” Kuroowhispered, as he placed a big hand on Koushi’s cheek and leaned in to kiss him,glad he had the guts to ask him out after all.

[briswriting]

『 the three times you kissed kuroo and the one time he kissed you 』

pairing: kuroo x fem!reader genre: angst, fluff warning: characters are 18 when there is underaged drinking wc: 3709

a/n: i’ve been planning to write a 3+1 trope and here it is hehe this is dedicated to my ibff @mikwrites because today is our 6 month friendiversay hehe iykyk! i love you so much mik babie mwah i am so so so glad that we are friends <3 also this is my longest fic oof it was lots of fun to write though!

Elementary school, fifth year; ten years old

The bright sun shining harsh rays of light down onto the opened field, shrieks of laughter drifting through the jungle made of deteriorating metal and plastic. A playground worn down year after year, used by smiling children, then years later used by their own smiling children.

The gleeful expressions shown when seeing a friend approach the park, the sound of cheers when someone was found during a game of hide and seek, and the sorrowful thoughts when it was time to leave the playground, head full of fantasies and dreams for when and what you’ll do the next time you visit this field of happiness once again.

This time you were at the playground alone, sitting on the faded seat of the swing, kicking your legs back and forth as the rusted chains softly creaked from the movement. Minutes felt like hours while you sat there waiting for your friends, Kuroo Tetsuro and Kenma Kozume. The former calling your house phone the night before telling you to meet him at the park, something about wanting to show you and Kenma a new volleyball move he learned.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice your two friends approaching the swing set you were currently situated at. The young bed headed boy sneaking up behind you, putting a finger up to his lips so the other young boy wouldn’t say anything, before jabbing his index fingers into your sides.

“Boo!” His small voice screams into your ear, a wide grin on his face from your shriek of surprise as you almost fall off the seat of the swing.

With a pout on your face, you jump off the swing and turn around to face the two boys. “Kuroo that was mean. Why didn’t you stop him Kenma?” you whine, arms crossed in front of your chest. The later shrugging, mumbling about how Kuroo probably would have made him do some volleyball moves with him if he said anything about their approach from behind you, also stating that he was only here because his parents told him to play outside for once.

It was hours later, the bright sun finally setting for the day, leaving a soft glow of light on the three kids still at the playground. Hours of watching Kuroo try to do volleyball moves he saw on tv, hours of talking about nonsense with your two best friends in the open field.

“Alright, Kenma, toss the ball as hard as you can. I swear I’ll receive it this time!” And with those words and a roll of his eyes, Kenma tosses the ball into the air and hits it towards Kuroo with all the strength he could muster.

As the ball flies towards the crouching raven haired boy, rather than receiving it with his forearms as he planned, the ball rebounds off the side of his face, startling the young boy and causing him to fall flat on his bottom.

“Omg Kuroo, are you alright?” You quickly rush off to the boy as he sits on the ground, still in a daze. Kneeling beside him to check for any injuries, the hit to his face could have caused.

“Woah, Kenma! I didn’t know you could toss that hard!” He grins, quickly standing up and brushing the dirt off his clothes. “And I’m fine, Y/N, it was a hard toss but wasn’t too hard to knock me out or anything.”

“Are you sure? Should we go to my house and get some ice?” You question, a bit worried that the hit to his face would cause swelling and bruising.

“Nah, it’s alright. If it bruises, I’ll just tell people I got into a fight or something! Imagine how cool people would think I am for getting into a fight with someone.” The expression on his face full of excitement at the thought of him telling people he got decked in the face because he got into a fistfight with someone.

“You should just kiss it better, Y/N. Maybe that’ll shut him up,” Kenma states sarcastically. His words don’t even process in your head as sarcastic, as it’s still full of worry.

From your place by his side, you reach up to plant a quick kiss to cheek that got hit by the volleyball, pulling back with a grin. “There, all better!”

Junior high, third year; fourteen years old

A comfortable silence surrounds you and Kuroo as the two of you sat in his bedroom, waiting for Kenma to come over with the new video game he recently purchased and was eager to show the two of you.

You were seated on the edge of his bed, Kuroo situated behind you as he tried his best to braid your hair. Looking in the mirror every once in a while, you caught glimpses of his concentrated face as he tugged on your hair to try and create the perfect braid.

“Have you had your first kiss yet, Y/N?” His question breaking the silence enveloping the two of you, catching you completely off guard as you look back into the mirror and make eye contact with him.

“I mean, if I did, I feel like I would have told you and Kenma every detail about it,” you laugh out, giggling at the disgusted face he makes due to your words. “Why do you ask?”

“Hmmm, just curious, I guess. Also, there, I finished the perfect braid!” He exclaims, a proud grin on his face as you turn your head to check out the braid in the mirror.

“Kuroo, this braid is terrible!” You cry out, laughter falling from your lips as you examine the braid with pieces of hair sticking out and a large strand of hair not intertwined with the rest of the braid.

“I know its terrible! Braiding is hard; I don’t know how you do it.” With a loud sigh, he dramatically throws himself backward, flopping down on his bed, back to the mattress as he stares up at the ceiling.

Taking your hair out of the braid, mumbling as you work out the tangles with your fingers, you lay yourself down next to him, accompanying him in staring at the blank ceiling of his bedroom. His previous question still floating around in your mind, had he had his yet and was trying to find a way to tell you? “Hey Kuroo, have you had your first kiss yet?”

“Not yet, but almost all the guys at school have already. We’re about to go into high school, and I haven’t even kissed someone yet,” he sighs again, closing his eyes to try and get rid of the thought of not having kissed anyone yet, his braining thinking it was something to be embarrassed of.

From his body language, you knew he was thinking about how embarrassing it was to not have his first kiss yet. Shifting to your side, you focus your gaze onto his face rather than his ceiling. “Hey, it’s not embarrassing to not have kissed anyone yet! I mean, we’re still young, and don’t you want your first kiss to be with someone you care about, and not just some lame kiss to get it done and over with?”

“I guess that makes sense. I don’t know I was just thinking.”

“What you thinking for the first time in your life?” You playfully tease, prodding his side with your finger, a playful and mundane action between the two of you. “Did you bring it up because you want me to be your first kiss?”

Your question causing him to open his eyes quickly, shock evident on his face as he shifted his gaze to look at you. The shit eating grin on your face letting him know that you were just teasing him and his thoughts.

“Don’t say things like that, gonna get my hopes up,” he teases back, a grin on his own face as he shifts to his side, the two of you now facing face to face with each other. “But all jokes aside, if you hypothetically wanted to be each other’s first kiss I wouldn’t be op-”

And with that, you interrupt his words by closing the gap between the two of you, placing a quick peck to his lips before pulling away with a grin, the same kind of grin you made when you had first kissed him on the cheek all those years ago.

A blush evident on both your faces, Kuroo a stammering mess, still trying to process what just happened. The door to his bedroom flying open, causing the two of you to jump apart from your close proximity.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late, but I have the game! Wait, did something happen? What did I miss? Why does Kuroo look like that?”

High school, third year; eighteen years old

The sound of blasting music and loud chatter filled your ears as Kuroo opened the door to the house of a graduation party the two of you were invited to. Graduation. It was a couple more weeks away, but once it arrived, you would go your separate ways from your friends, Kenma still having another year in high school and Kuroo going to a different university than you.

Although the three of you wouldn’t be too far away from each other, you were all staring different stages of your lives without each other. You were no longer going to have them right across the street from you when you needed comfort; the next step in life was going to be different. Different from the last ten years that the three of you had spent together, side by side.

“Hey, I’m gonna go grab us some drinks. Go find Yaku and Kai, yeah?” Kuroo shouted over the bustling noise of the party.

“Yeah, I’ll go look for them. I’ll text you where we’re at, but please nothing too strong, Kuroo! We have to walk back home,” you warn him as he starts to leave your side.

“Yes ma’am,” he teases, giving you a playful salute then walking away, towards the kitchen where the drinks were located.

After a quick glance around the house, you heard Kai and Yaku’s familiar shouts coming from the backyard. Peaking your head out the sliding door, you were relieved to finally find your friends, occupied by a game of beer pong with a couple of people you had recognized from school.

“Hey Y/N, you made it! Where’s Kuroo at?” Yaku greets you, pulling you into a hug before taking his turn at tossing the ping pong ball, it lands with a soft splash into the last cup on the opposing team’s side — his and Kai’s shouts of victory ringing in your ears as they high five.

Before you can answer Yaku’s question, you feel a familiar poke to your side, quickly turning around to see Kuroo behind you with two cups.

“You were supposed to text me where you guys were at Y/N. Made me go searching for you guys myself,” he fake pouts at you, handing you your cup before greeting everyone that was outside.

Taking a sip of the drink, he handed you, you were surprised to find that the drink had no taste of alcohol. “Hey, what’s with the surprised face? You said not to make it too strong, and you make it look like I don’t know how to make a drink or something,” he teases, nudging you with his elbow as he stands next to you.

“Oh right, sorry, I forgot you were a professional barista,” you joke with a roll of your eyes and a grin on your face before taking another sip of the drink he had made.

After a few more rounds of watching people play beer pong, socializing with your classmates, and a few more drinks that Kuroo had made you, you suddenly find yourself getting dragged into a game you didn’t want to play.

“Come on, Y/N, it’ll be fun,” Kuroo frowns, tugging at your hand to try and pull you down into the empty spot next to him, an empty spot of a large circle, with an empty beer bottle in the middle.

“We’re seriously going to play spin the bottle? Aren’t we about to graduate high school, this game is childish. Can’t I just watch or something,” you whine, keeping your feet planted outside the circle.

Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your veins, or perhaps it was the hidden feelings you held for your best friend all these years, but it only took Kuroo flashing you a pair of puppy dog eyes and rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand to finally comply and take a seat next to him.

“Alright guys, let’s get this game going. Remember, you have to take a shot if you don’t kiss the person the bottle lands on,” he grins, shouts of approval from everyone else following his words.

Spin after spin of the empty bottle, it never appearing to land on you much to your satisfaction, you watched as multiple people exchanged kisses, kisses ranging from quick pecks to full on make outs.

Your heart clenching every time the bottle landed on Kuroo as you sat there watching the person you liked kiss someone else, someone who wasn’t you. The grin on his face whenever his lips detached from someone else’s, causing you to regret even coming to the party. If you stayed home, you wouldn’t have witnessed all these heartbreaking kisses.

It was hard to avert your eyes from him when he had to kiss someone, hard not to imagine the girl in his lap being you instead of them. And maybe it was a mixture of jealousy and the alcohol you kept drinking, but you were silently hoping that when it was your turn, the bottle would land on Kuroo so that you’d be able to stake your claim on his lips.

And to your surprise, when it was your turn, the bottle spinning in countless circles, it slowly came to a stop, pointing to the person next to you, the person you had wanted the bottle to land on. But now that the bottle had landed on him, you were nervous, nervous of what could come after the kiss. What if this kiss ruined everything between the two of you? What if he liked kissing the other girls better than you? What if by some miracle this kiss caused him to find out about your feelings and he didn’t want anything to do with you again?

After a couple moments of you not averting your gaze from the bottle, Kuroo broke the silence. “You don’t have to kiss me, Y/N. Just take the shot instead.” His gaze meeting yours when you turn your head to look at him.

With those words, your heart broke. He didn’t want you to kiss him, your buzzed mind believing that his words clearly meant that he’d rather have you take a shot than have your lips on his. Unbeknownst to you, Kuroo had said those words because he thought you didn’t want to kiss him, thought that you didn’t share the same feeling for him that he had for you.

Quickly you finished the small amount of liquid courage left in your cup, needing an extra boost of bravery for what you were about to do next. Cupping his face in your hands, you swing a leg over him, straddling his lap before you press your lips to his in a hasty kiss, the taste of alcohol on his lips, your hands moving to tangle themselves in his hair and his own hands place themselves on your hips as the two of you indulge in each other’s touch for just a moment.

As you pull away breathlessly, Kuroo gives you a grin, a grin that in your mind looks eerily similar to the ones he had been giving to other girls he kissed during this stupid kissing game. A grin stating that this kiss was nothing more than a meaningless make out to him, just like all the other meaningless kisses he gave away earlier that night.

To everyone else witnessing the aftermath of this kiss, it was obvious that Kuroo’s grin was a smile of love and adoration towards you. Still, the two of you were too blind and oblivious to the mutual feelings the two of you had for each other as you quietly situated yourself next to him again, acting like what just happened did not occur at all. Heartbreak evident on both of your faces as you both pretended not to be affected by the heartwrenching kiss you had exchanged just moments before.

University, second year; twenty years old

You were back at the same playground, the playground that brought back years and years of happy memories with your best friends. The situation seeming like deja vu from elementary school all those years ago, you sitting on the swing set that got older and rustier with years of ware as you waited for Kuroo and Kenma to show up, not having seen them in person for a while.

And just like in elementary school, you felt a pair of fingers jab into your side, causing you to jump off the swing and quickly turn around to face the messy haired boy. A large grin evident on both of your faces as you let out a screech, instantly launching yourself into his arms. Arms of familiarity and warmth, arms of comfort when you needed consoling, the arms of the boy you have been in love with for years.

“I missed you so much, Kuroo,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tighter around him, still not believing that you were finally seeing each other in person after such a long time.

“Y/N, we text and video call like every day,” he chuckles, but even with his teasing words, you can feel him wrap his arms tighter around you as well. “Also Kenma said he won’t be able to make it tonight, something about his parents pestering him about wanting to know everything his first year of university. But he said we could come over tomorrow.”

“That’s fine, guess tonight will be just the two of us.” Looking up, you catch a glimpse of Kuroo’s smiling face, sending him your own grin before finally pulling away from his embrace.

“Oh, I actually brought this,” he grins, picking up the volleyball by his feet that you hadn’t noticed until now. “Thought we could toss it around like old times.”

And with those words, you followed behind him as you walked to your spot, the spot in the open field where the three of you shared secrets, laughter, and tears. The field that brought back years of loving memories with your two best friends, a field of happiness.

As the two of you approached your spot, Kuroo quickly spin around to look at you. “Hey Y/N, think fast,” he shouts before quickly tossing the ball in your direction before running away.

Used Kuroo’s antics after all the years of friendship, you easily catch the ball before grinning at his retreating form. Letting out a huff, you quicken your pace to catch up to him, knowing he was running slow in order for you to catch him. And as you approach from behind him, you drop the ball and jump onto his back, catching him off guard as the two of you tumble to the ground in a fit of laughter.

Large smiles on both of your faces, the two of you lying in the grass side by side, trying to catch your breaths from all the laughter you shared together. Side by side, like how it used to be before the two of you went different ways.

A comfortable silence encompassed the two of you as you laid there next to each other. “Did you umm happen to read what was on the ball?” Kuroo’s question breaking the silence.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you turned to him before asking, “There’s something written on the ball?” He slowly nods his head at your question, and you can tell that he’s nervous.

Sitting up from your spot, you reach over to grab the ball on the other side of you, noticing that there is indeed something written on it. Your eyes widening and mouth slightly agape at the words scrawled on it in Kuroo’s messy handwriting. I love you.

Your mind wandering, still trying to process the three words written on the ball. “You should close your mouth, might catch some bugs with the way its hanging opened,” Kuroo whispers with a nudge to your shoulder with his, breaking you out of your trance.

“Y-you love me?” You squeak out, hands gently touching the written words before looking up at Kuroo besides you.

“Y/N L/N, I have always loved you. I was just too scared to say anything, but I finally thought that it’s better late than never, right? I hope you feel the same way; otherwise, this would be really awkward.”

“What would be awk-” And with that, Kuroo is leaning in, cutting off your words as he places his lips on yours in a loving kiss, reminding you of the time you cut him off and kissed him for the first time that one day in his childhood bedroom.

As you reciprocate his kiss, he slowly lays you back down on the ground, hovering over you as the two of you exchange a kiss full of longing and love. A kiss that revealed the mutual feelings the two of you had bottled up all these years.

Pulling away breathlessly, the two of you smiling at each other like love struck idiots, you whisper out your own confession to him. “I love you, Kuroo Tetsuro, always have and always will.”

And with your confession to each other, the two of you laid in your field of happiness as the sunset, hand in hand, exchanging sweet kisses here and there as the two of you caught up on all the missed years of loving each other.

haikyuu taglist:  @shinsousama @samwritesss @atsumubabie @zoppzoop @the-black-birb @dumbassbrigade @kokogxddess @cocoa-bitter @ladyinmoon @unstableye @rcbert-downey @wemissyou3000 @rintarhoe @hq-cuties @bokuto-simp @hqmakkitrash @allywritesimagines @nekoglasses @asweetpotato1 @seijhoes @shoutokageyamafan @yams046 @sugawsites @seijoh​ @moon-390​