#i love husband kuroo i’m sorry if i write too much for him TT

[neoheros]

kuroo’s always found it romantic when you wore his clothes, whether they fit you or not, he’s just never found you anything less than lovely whenever you were in them.

“you’re up early.” you mumble through sleepy yawns, smiling as your husband kisses you good morning the second he sees you awake.

he pulls away, “work - good morning, though.”

you nod, taking in how he was already in his suit and tie. really, he looked ready to leave, and you wonder if he was only waiting for you to wake up before he did.

you yawn, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes, and you ask, “would you drop our laundry at the dry cleaners?”

“i’ve got nothing to wear.” you say, still a bit tired.

kuroo smiles, nodding, “i don’t mind that.”

“you’ve got nothing to wear either.” you match his expression, rolling your eyes playfully at his words.

he nods again, shooting you a look, “you don’t mind that.”

“you’re awful,” you tell him, laughing, feeling an immense warmth in your chest as he pulls you into a kiss again.

slow mornings, honey dipped words, and languid kisses that kuroo hates pulling away from. things you do everyday, yet never fails to send butterflies down his stomach.

he mumbles against your lips, “ask me to stay.”

“work.” you remind him, smiling as he groans.

kuroo looks at you, sitting by the edge of the bed, and his voice is warm. “i’ll come home early.”

“i might not,” you yawn, “busy day at work.”

you sit up, wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts, and he marvels at the fact that they always looked better on you than they did on him.

kuroo always liked it when you wore his clothes, it reminded him of the little things that embroidered your relationship together.

it reminded him of high school; the excitement of getting handed the captain’s jersey for the first time, and the glory of seeing you wear it the morning after.

it reminded him of halloween; the two of you dressing up in similar costumes (that you didn’t even plan) and being mistaken as a cheesy couple.

it reminded him of graduation; the second button from his school uniform torn off as he bashfully gave it to you as a symbol of his affections.

his clothes on your body — it reminded him that you’re as much as his as he was yours.

it reminded of the romance of certain old clothes.

“is this my last shirt?” he asks you, taking the fabric you wore in between his fingers.

you fall back in bed, “yes - go to the dry cleaners, please.”

“i will.” he tells you, kissing your forehead one last time before he gets up to leave, and he contemplates if missing a day of work would be worth it to spend the lazy morning with you.

you bury your head under the pillows, “go to work, stop staring at me.”

kuroo laughs, walking out the door, and he doublechecks for the handkerchief that he never leaves without.

the handkerchief that you gave him the first time the two of you met, and now he’s sure that if he’s lost it, he might as well lose everything else.

there’s little bits and pieces of you in the clothes he wore, there’s little bits and pieces of you everywhere he went.

little bits and pieces here and there to immortalize the proof of your relationship existing — to immortalize the indefinite amount of romance he’d be willing to give you.

and it reminds him of the romance of certain old clothes.