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Hello everyone!
To make up for the lack of weekend events this year, we decided to have another KuroDai Week instead!
Here are the prompts for KuroDai Mid-Birthday Week 2019!
All forms of original work are accepted. The prompts are subject to your own interpretation. Kindly include #kurodaiweek and/or #kurodaiweek2019 within the first five tags or you may also tag us in the body of your work. We are still going use the KuroDai Week 2019 AO3 Collection for this event.
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had to do something quick for @kurodai-week so have some FMA military police kurodai which vaguely fits the prompt âpolice au.âÂ
yes, they are absolutely violating several rules of conduct. Do not tell the Colonel.
#kurodaiweek#kurodaiweek2019#kurodai#kuroo tetsurou#sawamura daichi#fma au#haikyuu!!#sketchbook#they were definitely making out in a nice closet in the military police headquarters and got interrupted#tsk tsk u guys
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kurodai week day 4: office au
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Take My Hand
Summary: Kuroo has a song stuck in his head. Or to be more precise, Daichi seems to have a song stuck in his head and Kuroo finds himself absolutely addicted to it. What does it mean? And what could it lead to?
A/n:Â This is for Kurodai Mid-Birthday Week 2019! I went with the song inspired prompt and it took me almost til the end of the fic to figure out which song I wanted, haha!
It is âCanât Help Falling In Love With You- by Elvis Presleyâ. Itâs an oldie but a goodie! :D
You can also read on AO3 at:Â https://archiveofourown.org/works/21741760
Enjoy! :D
Word Count: 2227
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âHmm⊠hmmmm⊠hmmmmmmmmâŠ,â
âDaichi?â
âHmmhmm⊠hmmmhmmmm⊠hmmmmmâŠ,â
âSaâamura?â
Kuroo peeked his head around the corner of their shared apartment, glancing at his roommate who seemed to be lost in his own little world. He had to bite back a smile as he saw the way the former Karasuno captain continued to hum from his spot in front of the kitchen counter.  Swaying back and forth as he mixed together something for dinner he seemed to have lost himself completely to a song in his head.
They had been living off campus for awhile now.  It had seemed like a good idea.  Both were still getting their feet under them and renting an apartment together and sharing expenses would definitely make things easier. Not to mention they knew one another from high school and a friendship had definitely grown from their rivalry all those years ago.  Daichi was a bit more serious than Kuroo and helped to ground him a bit. Kuroo was  bit more outgoing and helped to pull Sawamura from his shell.  Their cohabitation was definitely beneficial to both parties, but Kuroo did wish that heâd had an inkling of what was going to happen so he couldâve prepared himself a bit more.
In their time living together they had grown used to each others little idiosyncrasies. This one in particular was one of Kurooâs favorites not that he would ever say anything to Daichi. If he did, the man might stop altogether.  There was just something so⊠endearing about catching the other man in these moments. He never sang⊠always just a little hummed song and only when he thought he was alone or he got caught up in a task.
However, it was always the same song.
It had started just a few weeks into them living together. Kuroo had been hidden away in his room attempting to get in some extra studying and before heâd known it the clock had read somewhere near one. Groaning heâd leaned back from his small desk, feeling his spine pop pleasantly and had decided to head into the kitchen to find a snack.
That was the first time heâd heard it.
Making his way quietly down the hallway heâd heard a quiet mumbling. No⊠not a mumble.  A rumble?  No.  They hadnât quite fit the sound either. As he drew closer to the little kitchen heâd noticed that a light had been left on and his brow furrowed. Quietly heâd glanced around the corner and seen Sawamura standing over by their small stove.  He was stirring something in a saucepan that smelled suspiciously of chocolate, but what caught Kurooâs attention more was that he finally registered the noise.
The man was humming.
It was quiet and soft, but a song nonetheless.
Kuroo felt something in his heart flutter as he heard it and heâd had to take a moment to find the breath heâd lost. Why had it effecting him so?  Heâd actually had to compose himself against the hallway wall before working up the nerve to make his entrance. Not wanting to startle the other heâd taken a deep breath and made his footsteps a little louder as he entered into the kitchen.  As expected, the humming had instantly stopped, but Daichi didnât look startled or embarrassed. Actually heâd turned his head and given Kuroo a little smile, making Kuroo wonder if heâd even known heâd been doing it in the first place.
âSo⊠couldnât sleep either?â Daichi had asked, opening one of their cupboards and pulling out another mug.
âNo⊠studying got away from me⊠a bit⊠by three hours,â Kuroo had answered honestly, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish grin, still feeling the way his heart beat a little faster in his chest.
âWell⊠lucky for you that I made a bit too much cocoa to help with my own sleeplessness. Here⊠Iâll pour you a cup as well.â
The warm feeling that infiltrated Kurooâs chest upon hearing the soft humming only grew at the gesture. Heâd happily accepted the drink and theyâd spent another half hour chatting in the kitchen before theyâd finally called it an evening when Daichi had almost nodded off at their kitchen table.
After that one evening, there had been a few more instances of Kuroo being caught off guard by that humming and each time his heart felt like it was going to flutter out of his chest.
It was around the fifth time that he realized that perhaps⊠possibly⊠he may be harboring a bit of a flame for the other man. There was no denying that when they were younger heâd had a crush on the guy.  Who didnât?!  Or to be more specific⊠who couldnât? He was strong, smart, charming⊠youâd have to be an idiot to not have had a crush on one Sawamura Daichi. However, Kuroo had simply pushed back his feelings.  It was supposed to have been a highschool crush, nothing more. They were all getting ready to start their university careers and who would have time for something trivial like that? Heâd been completely content to just continue a friendship nothing more.
ButâŠ
ButâŠ.
Then heâd had to hear that soft, gentle humming that made his heart flutter, his stomach feel like there were butterflies inside and his knees feel like jelly⊠and now all those old feelings came rushing back like a tsunami.
And that had only been the start of his troubles. Ever since the realization had struck heâd found himself falling harder and harder for the man with each passing day. Did Daichi even realize what he was doing to him?!
Probably not. But every teasing comment, every home cooked meal, every time they shared a moment together only seemed to make the fondness in his heart grow for the former captain.
So⊠here he was, standing in the hallway, listening to Daichi humming that same song like always, his heart beating a mile a minute and savoring every second. He would happily stand there and listen to this song over and over again and to be fair⊠hadnât he already been doing that?  The only thing that ever bothered him⊠was that he had yet to be able to figure out what the song was.
How many times had he secretly heard it now? Fifteen?  Fifty?  Maybe somewhere in the middle, but each time he would go through the list of songs he knew and not once was he ever able to come up with the right tune or melody to match.
Heâd even gone so far as to ask Bokuto and Kenma for help, but he himself had never really been able to carry a tune. When heâd tried to hum the song or sing it a bit, heâd gotten two different reactions.
Kenma had asked if he was being serious or if he was trying to purposefully sing off key.
Bokuto had laughed so hard he had literally cried, claiming that Kuroo sounded exactly like a cat yowling in an alleyway.
Needless to say heâd given up asking others for help after that.
Still, there was something kind of thrilling about it. A little mystery that Kuroo hoped to one day figure out or⊠that maybe one day Daichi would be willing to confide in him? But honestly, what were the chances of that?  He didnât know that Kuroo was harboring these feelings.  Daichi probably had no idea that he hoped to one day have more than this friendship, but
âWise men say⊠only fools rush in⊠But I canât help⊠falling in love⊠with⊠you,â
Kurooâs smile faltered as he heard the humming shift into Daichiâs smooth voice, though the other still kept his words soft. In an instant, the former Nekoma captains entire world focused completely onto that melody. Â
âShall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I canât help⊠falling in love⊠with⊠you.â
The words were so gentle that it made Kurooâs heart ache as he listened to it. This was far more⊠personal than when heâd simply heard the melody hummed along in Daichiâs timbre. This⊠this was a song the man honestly felt.
But for who?Â
âLike a river flows, surely to the sea⊠darling so it goes⊠some things are meant to be.â
With every word, Kuroo found himself drawn more and more to Daichi. He needed to know just who was it that was making this⊠amazing man sing so openly from the heart? There was no way a song like this just gets stuck in a personâs head for weeks without there being a catalyst for it.
âTake my hand⊠take my whole life too. For I⊠canât⊠help⊠falling in love⊠with⊠K-KUROO?!â
The spell was immediately broken as Kuroo realized that he hadnât just been drawn to Daichiâs words on an emotional level. Apparently, much like a bed-headed moth to a flame, heâd made his way from his spot in the hallway to stand directly behind Daichi⊠managing to scare the hell out of the man and almost getting a wooden spoon to the face.
âDo I have to get a bell for you?! Oh my heartâŠ.,â Daichi panted, clutching his chest and trying to get his breath back. âWh-what⊠are you doing sneaking up on me like that?â
Kuroo felt his ears heating up as he realized that he really, really didnât have a good enough reason to be there. His original reason for even being in the hallway to begin with was completely lost to him so his mouth decided to try and help as his brain slowly short circuited.
âWho are you singing about?â he asked quietly, his brain finally kicking in to remind him that his mouth said stupid, stupid things when left to its own devices.
Daichiâs entire face turned a slightly unhealthy shade of crimson and he cleared his throat. âOh⊠I⊠it was⊠I heard it on the radio today,â he said with a shrug, turning back to the food heâd been working on.
However, Kuroo found he really couldnât let this go. Not now.
âIf you just heard it today, Saâamura⊠then why have you been humming it for weeks?â he asked, stepping a little closer to the man, enough to see that the crimson color was now moving to his ears.
âNo I havenât.â
âYes you have.â
âProve it.â
âWhat are you, five?â
âWhat are you, five?â
Kuroo actually snorted as his own question was mimicked back at him in a very non-Daichi way. Apparently heâd already had an effect on the man from them living together⊠and he was starting to wonder if perhaps in more ways than heâd dared to hope if the blush was anything to go by.
âActually. I can prove it,â he said with a wider smile, watching as Daichi turned to him with a narrowed expression.
âIs that right?â he asked, folding his arms over his broad chest and all but daring Kuroo to continue.
This only made Kuroo grin and he nodded.  âI can prove it because Iâve been trying to figure out what this song is for just as long. Since I first heard you humming it when making cocoa.  Iâve asked Kenma⊠hell Iâve even asked Bo!  I can name each and every time Iâve heard it because⊠each time it has always made me stop⊠and made my heart feel like it was going to flutter out of my chest,â he admitted, watching the way Daichiâs eyes widened before he quickly ducked his head to look at the floor.
Kurooâs own expression softened and he stepped closer, carefully reaching forward and taking Daichiâs hand in his.
âY-You donât have to⊠you donât⊠if you donât feel the same I understand⊠IâŠ,â Daichi seemed to be floundering for words now, as if his darkest secret was finally being exposed and Kuroo would take it and crush it in his hands before him.
Kuroo couldnât take that. Couldnât take seeing and hearing that worry and fear and knew he had to make sure Daichi understood⊠really understood.
âT-Take⊠my hand. Take my whole life tooâŠ,â he began, his words slow and careful and the notes a little offkey. âFor I⊠canât⊠help. Falling in love⊠with⊠you.â
Daichiâs eyes instantly glanced up as he sang, his eyes wide as if trying to decide if this was real or not. But just as Kuroo was beginning to wonder if heâd misstepped he watched as a smile began to spread over Daichiâs face and the shorter man brought his free hand up to stifle a laugh.
It was Kurooâs turn to feel his cheeks going red and he cleared his throat. âS-Sorry.  I⊠Iâm not very good at singing.  Ask Bo!  He almost passed out he laughed so hard when I tried to get his help figuring it ou-,â His words were cut off as soft lips pressed against his own.
He remained frozen in that moment as Daichi leaned back, a warm smile on his face that Kuroo vowed heâd always work to keep there.
âI donât know what Boâs talking about,â Daichi murmured softly, giving Kurooâs fingers a soft squeeze in his own as the former Nekoma captain realized that this man held his heart utterly and completely. âYou sounded perfect to me.â
#kurodai week 2019#kurodai#Kuroo Tetsurou#sawamura daichi#fluff#nontickles#music inspired#I love this song#I love this pairing#my fics#Kurodaiweek#kurodaiweek2019
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Kurodai Week 2019
Prompt: Secret and Confession :D @kurodai-week
Hope you will enjoy it! (Maybe you should enlarge it to read it cuz the tones (the grey shadow) looks off. T_T )
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on our way to twenty-seven (7.9k)
by: karasunonolibero
Rating: Teen
Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - America, Alternate Universe - Small Town, Homophobia, Bullying, Coming Out, Time Skips, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending
Tetsurou is four years old when he first sees writing on the breakwater. He's sixteen when he adds to it for the first time, and twenty-seven when he adds to it for the last time.
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a story about growing up, about finding yourself, and about finding love, told via graffiti left on the breakwater of a coastal New England town.
for @kurodai-week
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âI'm dying to feel again,
Oh anything at all,
But I feel nothin', nothin', nothin',
Nothing,â
- Gold. By Imagine Dragons
The little Kuroo Tetsurou was the only heir of the most powerful non-magical family in Tokyo, and for that he was known by everyone as the golden child.His father provided him with luxuries comfort and the best teachers the country could offer to make of Tetsurou the perfect leader. The boy was a promise, curious and quick learner, but he was a little bit of a troublemaker and he liked to tease people with his smart mouth, no matter who they were. But one day the golden child pushed too hard and pissed off the wrong mage, who in response cursed him: everything or everyone he would touch it wouldâve become of the purest gold ever seen. But Kuroo laughed considering it hardly a course. He went on with his life adjusting really well with his new âgiftâ, how he liked to call it. But everything changed when he met Sawamura Daichi. It was all Oikawa Tooruâs fault if he hadnât host that party Kuroo wouldâve never meet him! But it happened and from that time He couldnât stop thinking about the guy with big brown eyes and heartwarming laugh. They slowly grew closer and Daichi finally asked him out on a date. It was wonderful and neither of them wanted it to end, but it was late so Kuroo decided to walk Daichi home, like a real gentleman, to stay with him a little more. They were in front of Daichiâs door, he had the keys in hand but made no move to use them, deciding instead to look at Tetsurou and smile. Kuroo couldnât resist and lifted his hand to caress Daichiâs face but when he was nearly touching him, he stopped realizing that he couldnât. He couldnât touch him, he couldnât feel the warmth of his hold, nor the sweetness of his kisses. It was like being electrocuted. He quickly backed off and Daichi, after a first moment of shock, seemed to realize what was happening too. And whispering: âit was mistakeâ he went into the house leaving Kuroo there, frozen.
In that moment Kuroo Tetsurou finally understood the real nature of his âgiftâ.
Piece for @kurodai-week day one: song inspired and also magical realism
#kurodaiweek2019#kurodaiweek#kuroo tetsurou#sawamura daichi#kurodai#song inspired#gold#imagine dragons#magical realism#angst#will kuroo find a solution?#my art#daiwakaroo
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terracotta statues (day 4)
KuroDai Mid Birthday Week Day 1 KuroDai Mid Birthday Week Day 2 KuroDai Mid Birthday Week Day 3 KuroDai Mid Birthday Week Day 4
prompts: boyfriend clothes & time travel au
Iwaizumi runs his hand down his face and looks like he wants to bash his head against his desk. Â Daichi smiles because his smile - so heâs been told - is very pleasant and infectious and often makes everyone else feel better when they see it.
It doesnât help. Â Iwaizumi actually looks madder. Â More mad? Â Daichi never was that great at grammar and linguistics. Â That was Tetsurouâs shtick.
âIf I am going to be your handler and deal with being the person who has to go to Yahaba and Kyoutani and, heavenâs above forbid, Oikawa to get you your time period, job and class specific clothing and accessories. Â The least you can do is return to me in them.â Â The awkward laugh Daichi lets out when he looks down and realizes which vest he has on does nothing to relieve the tension. Â âIf you come back from one more job wearing Kurooâs clothing I swear on everything you hold dear that I will ruin you Sawamura. Â I may be just an office nerd with my research and fact checking and âfancy new fangled technological knowhowâ and all that but I know ways to ruin your life you canât even begin to imagine and I am not afraid to use them. Â Are we clear?â
Daichi swallows hard and nods once.
âYessir,â he answers quietly.
âGood.â Â Iwaizumiâs demeanor changes and he grins at Daichi. Â âYou have three weeks off until your next assignment begins, pending an emergency. Â You should get your packet in a couple weeks but from what Iâve seen it shouldnât be anything difficult. Â Itâs a time and class youâve dealt with before. Â You might just need a refresher on the dialect particulars.â
Daichi nods again and sees himself out before Iwaizumi can remember why he was so pissed off in the first place.
â
âSo did you get into trouble for your outfit?â Â He doesnât mean for it to be the first thing he says when Tetsurou strolls into their loft later that day. Â He also doesnât mean to sound so grouchy about it. Â But, hey, shit happens.
Tetsurou glances down at himself. Â âUm nope.â Â He shakes his head. Â âWhy did you?â
âIwaizumi noticed the second I walked into the office that I was in your vest and not mine. Â Youâd think heâd be happy I got the job done. Â But nope.â
Tetsurou kisses his temple on his way through the kitchen to their bedroom. Â âIf it makes you feel any better Iâm sure Yaku docked my pay. Â I think heâd rather just save his breath at this point and only scold me for a really big screw up.â
âOooh like Eckleburg?â
Tetsurou leans out of the bedroom and scowls at him. Â âYeah remember how weâre not talking about Eckleburg? Â Like ever again?â
âYeah, yeah,â Daichi laughs. Â âJust put on some sweats and come watch a movie with me.â
â
Iwaizumi stares at Daichi for a few moments longer than Daichi is entirely comfortable with but he manages not to fidget. Â He sits when Iwaizumi gestures for him to and gives his report. Â Everything had gone smoothly, for once, and he had accomplished his mission in record time. Â No blips or bumps at all. Â Iwaizumi adds a few notes on the file for his own records and smiles at Daichi.
Iwaizumi smiling calmly at him is actually a nice thing. Â If getting through his missions like that earns him these nice smiles heâll have to try harder. Â Itâs certainly better than the frowns and scowls and deep breaths he usually faces.
The door to Iwaizumiâs office slams open and a ball of fury storms inside dragging Tetsurou along by the collar of Daichiâs jacket.
Oh shit.
Tetsurou was in his jacket. Â
Yaku glares at Tetsurou. Â And at Daichi. Â And even at Iwaizumi for good measure.
âSawamura,â Iwaizumi growls.
âI can explain,â Daichi and Tetsurou say in unison.
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Kurodai Week Dec 2019 Day 1: Song Inspiration @kurodai-week
Rated: Teen WC: 3859 Side Ships: UshiOi, BokuAsa
Excerpt:Â
âWhatâs up with you Dai-chan? Youâre all worked up about something.â
Daichi stopped the incessant drumming of his chopsticks against his empty bowl and glanced up at Oikawa. âIâm fine.â
âBull shit.â
Daichi winced and looked away. âItâs really nothing.â
âDai-chaaaaan, you need to talk about your feelings. Not bottle them in. Itâs not healthy.â
âYou must be the epitome of good health then.â
âThank you⊠Hey!â
Daichi snickered and turned back to Oikawa. âFine, just promise me you wonât tell anyone, and you wonât make fun of me.â
Oikawa grimaced and whined in his throat.Â
Daichi groaned. âWhat part is going to trouble you? The fact that itâs a secret or that you canât tease me?â
âBoth! You canât expect me to listen to your problems and just keep it to myself! And with how nervous you are, I know itâll be perfect fodder for teasing you.â
âI didnât want to talk about it! You insisted. Man, youâre such a pain in the ass.â
âDonât say that! Okay, fine, fine, fine. Iâm all ears and no mouth.âÂ
When Daichi raised an eyebrow, Oikawa sighed and motioned zipping his lips and throwing away the key. Daichi nodded and took a deep breath, wishing he had talked to Asahi about it already and didnât have to resort to Oikawa at that moment.Â
âSo⊠I want to confess to Kuroo.â
Oikawa perked straight up, his eyes wide. âFinally! Iâve been saying forever that you two need to bone. Oops, sorry.â He clamped his mouth shut as Daichi scowled back at him.
âAnyway, I just donât know how to go about it. Iâd like to confess in private I think, that way if he says noââ he paused when Oikawa snorted, âif he says no, neither of us are humiliated in any way and we can keep it quiet. Also, I donât know what other people do, but I donât think it needs to be anything crazy.â
âOkay, I need to stop you there. Trust me on this. Confessions are a risky business, but they need to be special and memorable. What if you end up staying together for your entire lives and people are going to ask for the story of how you got together? What would you tell them? Oh, I asked Tetsurou out in my shitty dorm room in case he didnât want to bone me, and I misread the situation. Come on!â
Read the rest on AO3!
#kurodaiweek2019#kurodaiweek#kurodai#kuroo tetsurou#sawamura daichi#song inspiration#day 1#ushioi#bokuasa
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Not a Surprise
KuroDai Mid-Birthday Week 2019 December 9th, Day 1: Magical Realism/Tattoo Artist & Florist AUÂ
AO3
Kuroo pauses outside the the tattoo parlors doors, looking surprised as he takes notices of the shop next door. It had been under construction for months now, a huge disturbance to everyone who worked at the tattoo shop, but it looks complete now. There are two huge barrels full of overflowing flowers, soft hued pastels that contrast nicely with the light blue the new owner of the shop had painted the building. Thereâs several hanging planters, greenery flowing almost artistically down.  The only thing that seems off is the hand painted open sign but even that is charming in a âmy third grader did thisâ kind of way.
The sight makes the corner of Kurooâs lips tip upwards despite the constant noise and ruckus the constructors workers had caused for months on end. Kuroo thought he was going to have to start using earbuds just so his concentration wouldnât be shot while tattooing.
Kuroo takes a step into the parlor and is met with a second surprise that morning. There is a number of vases filled to the brim with brightly colored flowers.  They are all different, unique in their own way and despite the scribbled Open sign there is also a clear artistry to who ever had made them. They should clash with each other or not look right in the modern and minimalist design the parlor sports but instead they fit right in, bringing just the right amount of color and warmth into the front room.
âBeautiful, arenât they?â Misaki says, big smile planted on her face as she touches the purple and white bundle that sits on her desk. âThe new owner from next door brought them over this morning as an apology for all the noise.â  Misaki is probably the most tattooed out of all of them. She has full sleeves, a huge chest piece, her entire back is covered, and she has a circle of tattoos going around her neck.  The only place she hasnât tattooed is her left thigh, where her soulmate mark stretches from her outer midthigh up to her waist. Kuroo tilts his head as he realizes that the bouquet on her desk matches her mark perfectly.
âHe was very apologetic.â Akaashi speaks up, tone soft as his eyes catch on his own bouquet before quickly looking away. Kuroo can feel his smirk widening as he catches sight of the pink spreading on Akaashiâs cheeks. The other tattoo artist had been the most annoyed by the disturbance nextdoor, though he would never admit to it, far too polite to do so. About a month into construction there had been a rather loud bang then cursing.  The tattoo parlor shared a wall with the new florist next door, and Akaashi had the unfortunate luck to have his desk right against that wall. Akaashi had been so frustrated he had snapped his pencil in half, stood up abruptly, gathered his items, and excused himself.  He had found solace in the small coffee shop down the road.
Actually Kuroo and the others thought he found much more than a good place to work given that he was now always wearing long sleeved shirts to hide his previously unbloomed soulmark. Kuroo, Misaki, and Matsukawa had all gone to the coffee shop to try and figure out who exactly Akaashi had met there.  They had figured out it had to be an employee, given how Akaashi had made it a daily ritual to go down there for lunch, but they couldnât figure out which employee.
Kuroo had his money on Bokuto though Misaki and Matsukawa called him out for personal bias. Kita, who claimed he was uninvolved in their spying, said it couldnât be Bokuto considering Akaashi had already known the outgoing barista and while they were friends, had never shown romantic interest in each other. Kuroo still hoped it was Bokuto.
Misaki thought it was the new barista, Yachi. She was tiny and adorable, but mostly it was because while she seemed a nervous mess with everyone else she relaxed around Akaashi. Kuroo could even admit they would make an adorable couple.
Matsukawa thought it was Iwaizumi. While he wasnât new he had mostly worked the night shifts and had recently switched to the day shifts. Kuroo was insulted no one called bias on Matsukawa considering he had known the burly baker since high school.
âHe was very handsome too.â Misaki said, trying to hide her grin and failing miserably at it. Kuroo drops his bag on his own desk, taking note of the fiery reds and oranges that make up his own set of flowers. He wants to bend down and take a deep breath but will have to wait until no one is around to witness and then make fun of him for it.
âAre you meddling in my affairs again?â Kuroo asks without venom, moving the flowers to the other side of his desk and taking a seat. The problem with being now one of the only single people in a business full of those who had already found their soulmates meant people were constantly trying to help him.
Kuroo did not need nor want help finding his soulmate. He was of the mindset that if he never met them then that would be fine too. He had made an entire career out of reasons why finding âthe oneâ didnât always turn out in a happily ever after.
Like most artists, Kuroo had a speciality. He did other work every once and a while but mostly he was kept quite busy with doing coverups. Cover Ups involving soulmate marks specifically speaking.  There were a lot of reasons to get a mark covered up. Sometimes people did not want their life dictated by a magical phenomenon that was practically unexplainable even in their modern age. If a soulmate died then their mark died with them, leaving the mark looking faded, dull, and tarnished.  Rejection also came into play, twisting the mark into something akin to a rotted looking scar.
Kurooâs own mark started practically at his left knee, up the length of his outer thigh, spreading out over his side and ribs, curving around his chest and up his shoulder, peeking out onto his neck and almost covering his entire left bicep. The blooms were tightly closed and while he never shied away from telling others about his disinterest in soulmarks he left that area of his body free of tattoos.  He told himself it was because he was picky about what he put on his body but considering the amount of times he had let others tattoo on him for practice when he was younger he knew he was full of it.
âYou should go over and introduce yourself, itâs the neighborly thing to do.â Misaki said hopefully.
âIâll pass.â Kuroo pulls out his sketchbook and tablet. He has a lot of work to catch up on now that things are back to being quiet. Misaki pouts but she lets it go, which Kuroo is thankful for.
Kuroo uses the flowers on his desk as a warmup for his sketches. Itâs only logical, a lot of his art contains flowers so why not use the ones right in front of him.
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A month later Kuroo found himself stepping into the flower shop for the first time. It was bustling as always, even more overflowing with flowers and plants crowding every inch of available space. Kuroo found himself having to duck and shift constantly to avoid knocking anything over.  He kind of enjoyed the chaos even though he couldnât imagine working in such a place day after day. Nothing seemed organized, not by any standard he could tell and the aisles were set up haphazardly as if the plants came first and the people were only a minor thought.
Thereâs only one employee that Kuroo can see, a guy with brown buzzed hair who is shorter than Kuroo but even from a distance Kuroo can see heâs built well enough. The warm smile and pastel pink shirt he wears underneath the gray apron give him a friendly appearance as he chats amiably with the people he is ringing up.  He doesnât look anxious and pressured despite the queue.
âHello! Sorry for the wait, how can I help you?â Kuroo turns towards the loud voice, as do several people in the store. There is another employee, only noticeable because of the gray apron with the store logo on it, this one is quite short with ridiculously spiky hair and some of the biggest eyes Kuroo has ever seen. The employee isnât talking to Kuroo but a confused looking young teenager so Kuroo continues about his business, making his way steadily and slowly towards the back of the shop.
âMoniwa,â Kuroo startles at the low baritone, turning to see someone leaning out a door with an Employees Only sign on it. Heâs also wearing a gray apron, though he would tower over both of the other employees.  A short man with curly black hair leans closer, nervously fidgeting with his bag. âWould you like to see the orchids?â
âOh! Hello Ushijima! Shouldnât you help with the crowd?â The man, Moniwa Kuroo can only guess, asks. The taller man with some of the widest shoulders Kuroo has ever seen and clear green eyes looks around the shop before his eyes land back on Moniwa. Kuroo pretends to look at some small blue flowers as he eavesdrops.
âHoshiumi and Nakashima have it under control.â Ushijima says in a voice devoid of emotion, as far as Kuroo can tell anyways. âSawamura told me to let them handle it and he should be back soon.â  Kuroo could understand not wanting the giant to interact and scare away customers. But just when he was thinking the large man was akin to a robot his eyes softened and his voice, if possible, lowered.  âDo you not want to see the orchids?â
âNo no, please I would love to.â Moniwa said, flushing adorably.  Kuroo ducked his head to hide his grin, not that he needed to since the two were clearly in their own world.
Kuroo wandered around the store, enjoying his time to people watch. The two workers flitted from customer to customer, bright and welcoming in their own ways. Neither seemed to lose any patience no matter how long a customer hummed with indecision, carefully making suggestions until a mutual understanding was met and everyone walked away happy.
Kuroo was so busy watching these interactions that he ran right into someone. Kuroo would never be called a small man, though he was more on the lanky side, but he stumbled back a couple steps before regaining his footing while the other person barely swayed.
âIâm sorry.â A deep voice apologized from behind the heavy bag of dirt they were carrying over a broad shoulder. He put it down, nudging the bag beneath an overflowing table.  âI should have been paying more attention to where I was going, are you okay?â Big brown eyes stared at him from beneath the bill of a baseball cap.
âItâs okay, my fault.â Kuroo said easily.  The man in front of him wasnât wearing the same apron as the other workers but he had a sweatshirt the same soft gray with the company's logo on the front.
âHave you been helped yet?â The man asked, pushing the sleeves of the sweatshirt up to reveal nicely toned and tanned forearms. Kuroo told himself his spike of interest in that newly revealed stretch of skin was purely professional, he could make some beautiful art with that man.
On that man. Kuroo could make beautiful art on that man.
âItâs my mothers birthday, I thought she might enjoy some flowers.â Kuroo forced himself to meet those soft brown eyes and not stare at anything else. Due to the cramped and crowded shop they had to stand quite close and from that distance it was obvious the handful of centimeters Kuroo held over the other man, who had to crane his neck up to look Kuroo in the eye. It was adorable and Kuroo knew he was in trouble.
âAny specific colors?â The man asked.
âYellow?â Kuroo scratched at his neck as glanced around the shop, noticed that both of the employees were staring at them before hurriedly going back to their jobs when they were caught. âAre their cat friendly flowers?  I know a lot are poisonous and my mom has three.â
âThat will help narrow it down.â The shorter man hummed before he started to make his way through the store, grabbing flowers at seemingly random. Kuroo watched him gather a couple different yellow ones but he pulled in some light blues and purples too.
âIâm Kurro.â Kuroo introduced himself as he followed behind the man, who shot a grin over his shoulder, revealing a single dimple in his cheek that made Kuroo walk directly into a table.
âSo youâre the other tattoo artist I missed.â He was looked up and down before he turned back around to continue gathering flowers. âYour friend, Misaki, she described you to a tee.â  Kuroo cringed at that and patted down his hair. Misaki never had anything nice to say about his hair.
âSo you must be the owner?â Kuroo thought of the name of the new flower shop. âSaâmura was it?â  He recieved a glare for that and felt something twist pleasantly in his stomach. âYou were causing quite a ruckus, disturbed the peace for months.â
âRuckus?â Sawamura snorted. âWhat are you, 70?â Kuroo sputtered at that.
âItâs a perfectly good word!â Kuroo defended, wondering when the teasing had been turned back on him and why exactly he liked that so much.
âOkay Grandpa.â The dimple was back. Kuroo did not walk into a table but he did get nailed in the head with a hanging pot. âWatch it.â
âIâm sorry Iâm not from the lollypop guild and able to navigate this place like you.â Kuroo rubbed his temple, wondering if it would bruise.
âIâm above average height.â Sawamura angrily snatched up another yellow flower.
âFor a 12 year old girl, sure.â Kuroo teased.
âYou know what, I think the backroom needs a little work.â Sawamura stepped behind the counter, the shorter employee with the buzz cut stepped back with his hands held up in surrender. âShouldnât be too long, maybe a month or twelve.  Construction wonât disturb your work too much, will it?â  He tore off a long piece of brown paper.
âSpeaking of that, you kind of owe me.â Kuroo couldnât see Sawamuraâs eyebrows due to the baseball cap but he was sure they were raised. âA lot of my work involves flowers, you should let me come in and sketch to make up for all the ruckus.â Kuroo leaned against the counter and gave his best smirk, the one that made Akaashiâs lip curl up in disgust.
âOh should I? Really?  Because Iâve been losing sleep over the fact that starting my own business might have inconvenienced you for a little bit of time.â Sawamura put the now wrapped flowers on the counter before storming off.  Kuroo made a pleased noise as he took them, they were artfully arranged and the paper wrapping with the twine gave it a finished look.
âHow much do I owe you?â Kuroo asked, glancing at the two bug eyed employees and then to the retreating back of their boss.
âItâs on the house!â Sawamura yelled, shoulders relaxed despite his tone.
âSo when should I stop by for those sketches?â Kuroo couldnât help but push his luck.
âTomorrow at seven!â Sawamura stomped into the back room and Kuroo tapped the counter happily before making his way out of the store.
Kurooâs mother loved the flowers and he was only partly surprised when she yanked on the neckline of his shirt, demanding answers about his partly bloomed soulmate mark.
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âȘThe fated day has come! KURODAI WEEK!!! đđđđđđ gonna try my best to follow the prompts, but here is a lil intro to the week!! âïž#kurodai #kurodaiweek2019 #kurodaiweek #é»ć€§ âŹ
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air slowly dissolves in space. there is a vacuum around, and in front of the eyes, there is a void, so that only the blind can feel. not black, not white, it has no shade, color or light, there is only its absence.
cosmic love - florence + the machine
kurodai week day 1: song inspiration @kurodai-week
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aaaaaah day 1 for @kurodai-week is done!!
me: this is only going to be 1000-1500 words
me, looking at word count: well fuck ok
sorry for any mistakes, i wrote this in like 5 hrs sorry, plis enjoy. day 2 here i come.
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