#love it but we also need established kenma x reader with kuroo making a move AND established kuroo x kenma making simultaneous moves on you

[akayoko]

nights like these

summary: kenma falls asleep in the backseat of kuroo’s car while he waits for the two of you to finish shopping

a/n: just some soft SLEEPY kenma for the soul,, i actually listened to cavetown while writing this, hug all ur friends really made me feel things but it also inspired me a lot hehe please enjoy cuz i had a lot of fun writing this :)

pairing: kenma x gender neutral reader (and kuroo kind of, but mostly kenma)

genre: fluff! 

warnings: none

word count: 1.6k

it’s another one of those nights, accompanied by muffled giggles and random banter bouncing off the walls of your cramped apartment. humming a random melody as you hold a warm cup of tea close to your chest, you lean back on the couch, glancing at your friends’ softly illuminated faces under the dim lights. closing your eyes, you listen to kuroo’s remarks at the movie you chose as he clings on to a tired kenma lying between the two of you. i could do this for an eternity, you think, inhaling the delicate scent of the chamomile tea between your palms.

“he is SO dense,” he exhales dramatically, sipping on his drink. “she obviously likes him!”

you laugh at his antics as you snuggle closer to kenma, both you and kuroo making sure to keep him warm and shower him with the love and affection he deserves. he claims he hates the kisses you occasionally place to the top of his head, but he never pushes either of you away. even if he does, he never means it anyway.

“stop that,” he mumbles when kuroo tries to boop his nose.

when he actually pulls away, kenma turns to frown at him, just as if he didn't reject him mere seconds ago. it's a lovely sight.

in the middle of the movie, you reach for the chips only to realize you have finished the third and last bag that night. kuroo looks at you knowingly, and in the blink of an eye, he’s unwrapping kenma from the pile of blankets, telling him you are going for a drive.

kenma of course protests, but you’re persistent. you grab him by the hand, promising you will cuddle him later if he comes along with kuroo and you, to which he scoffs.

“you think that’s enough to convince me?” he grumbles.

“i see you’re already putting your jacket on,” you throw his socks at him. “i think i have my answer.”

--

you leave the store with bags full of snacks and kuroo by your side, enjoying the crisp air biting at your cheeks. you take a deep breath as you look up at the sky sown with stars, admiring the numerous constellations adorning it. dragging your feet against the concrete, you wish you could stay in this parking lot longer. the tranquil midnight darkness reminds you to relax your shoulders, finding reassurance in the way the gloomy hues seem to engulf your senses. 

a faint sound of a car honking in the distance wakes you up from your trance, bringing your attention back to the gentle winter breeze. you sigh as you watch the broken street lights flicker, barely illuminating the vehicles driving under them. midnight trips to the store have always been your favorite, and you’re more than happy you get to spend them with the people you love the most.

“bet kenma’s fallen asleep,” kuroo chuckles, breaking the comforting silence.

“you think so?” you giggle, turning your attention to your friend. the truth is, you did manage to get kenma in the car after you had somehow established a middle ground. he however refused to enter the store, saying two people were more than enough to get food. you decided not to push him anymore given the fact that he was right, so you left him in the backseat of kuroo’s car.

actually, one of the reasons he wanted to stay home was the fact that both kuroo and you were very indecisive when it came to choosing snacks, and he wanted to avoid the trouble of mindlessly walking through the store longer than necessary. so, when you tell him you won’t take too long, he doesn’t believe you one bit.

rightfully so, you think to yourself when you get to the trunk of the car and check the time, realizing that almost an hour has passed. you feel the guilt stinging at your stomach so you place the bags on the ground and ask kuroo to put them in the trunk for you.

you peak through the window to wave at kenma, only to notice that he was sprawled on the backseat of the car. just as kuroo predicted mere seconds ago, he had indeed dozed off. you grin as you tell kuroo to be quiet when entering the car, to which he laughs, realizing what happened.

you do your best to close the door behind you as silently as it is possible for, well, a car door, turning around to look at the boy you oh so adored. his lips are slightly parted, emitting soft snores, and you can’t help but notice how uncomfortable he seems in that position. just as you are about to take your jacket off to cover his shivering body, he shifts in his seat, raising his head to analyze his surroundings. when he recognizes the interior of kuroo’s car he rolls his eyes, letting his head fall again.

“hi, kenma,” you wave at him, flashing him a soft smile. “i woke you up, i’m s-”

“can you come here?” he cuts you off, meeting your eyes for a second before looking away. “i’m, uh, kind of cold.”

he doesn’t need to ask twice. you immediately move despite the urge to tease him, since this side of him was definitely not something a person could see every day. you love him too much for that, though, unable to bring yourself to make fun of him when you see the way he fiddles with his fingers. his lips are pressed in a thin line, and he looks just a tad too small in his oversized jacket. perhaps he’s blushing too, but the darkness doesn’t allow you to notice it.

the moment you step foot outside the car, kuroo finishes what seems to have been a phone call, placing his hand over his chest when you reach for the doorknob of the rear door.

his eyes widen. “you’re leaving me all by myself-“

“shut up,”  you snort at him, moving quickly to sit beside kenma who has straightened himself up to make space for you. resting his head against the window, he flinches when kuroo enters the car, slamming the door shut.

you stare at him, to which he shrugs. “what? he’s up.”

ignoring his response, you extend your hand towards kenma as an invitation to your arms. he takes it only for a brief moment, before placing his head on your lap, turning his back to you. your hand immediately travels to his hair, the other rubbing his back. “sorry we’re late,” you murmur, squishing his arm.

it’s nights like these that allow kenma to let loose, relishing the familiarity of your scent. a fuzzy feeling travels all the way to his fingertips, which completes itself the moment you link your hand with his. he lets his eyes close shut, the sound of the mellow radio tune lulling him to sleep. what’s that perfume you’re wearing? it’s comforting.

somehow, everything clicks for him. he tries to recall the last time he felt this way, and he huffs when he can’t remember.

you hold his cheek before tucking his hair behind his ear, and he hums against your touch. “aren’t you uncomfortable like this?” you ask. kenma doesn’t respond, which leads you to assume he’s drifted off to sleep.

your question resonates in his ears just scarcely, that being the last thing he hears before his grip on your hand grows weaker, proving your assumptions right.

you turn to look outside the window, counting every lamp post you drive by. this time you can’t see the stars but you know they’re out there, shining in their full glory. you’re not certain if it’s because of the heating kuroo has turned on, or maybe because of kenma’s steady breathing on your lap, but keeping your eyes open gradually turns into a chore and you’re quickly nodding off, too; your heartbeat slowing down to reach a steady pace. you run your tongue over your dry lips as you part them to ask kuroo if he has a bottle of water somewhere in the car, but he doesn’t respond. wait, did you ask him anything at all in the first place?

the rest of the night is a blur; the only part you remember is kuroo practically dragging you out of the car and into the apartment, complaining about how lame his friends are.

he doesn’t let it go the following morning either as he taunts you at the dining table, claiming that falling asleep so early in the night wasn’t a part of the plan.

“let’s discuss the movie, shall we? oh right, we can’t, i forgot you two fell asleep again as soon as we opened the snacks.”

he’s exaggerating, yes, but you still apologize and lean over to give him a hug, when both your and kenma’s phones light up simultaneously. you pull away, glancing at the groggy boy as he idly rubs his eyes in the seat across you, freezing in his spot abruptly.

you reach for the napkin to wipe your hands as you hastily unlock your phone, only to be greeted by a picture of you and kenma sleeping in the car, your hand placed on his back as the other one supports your head against the window. kenma is curled up with his head on your lap, his hands resting close to his chest.

kuroo snickers at the scene unraveling in front of him, waiting for a response from either of you. kenma’s ears heat up at the sound of you chuckling, eyes boring into the wall behind you. you tilt your head just enough to catch them, playfully snapping your fingers in front of his face.

“kenma i might be wrong, but i think you’re blushing,” kuroo chimes, propping his chin on his hand.

you turn off your phone, lightly kicking kenma’s legs under the table. “we look cute though, don’t we?”

“if you say so.”

“call me crazy, but i think i’m kind of third-wheeling right now.”

“you definitely are.”

[kur0samu]

distractions

genre: fluff; established relationship

pairings: fem!reader x kuroo tetsurou

word count: 1.29k

20. “i love you, but i need you to go away because you’re really bloody distracting and i have to pass this test tomorrow.”

a/n: welcome to the mess that’s my blog! leave it up to my simp ass to make the first thing written on this blog about kuroo

slumping down into the chair placed beside your boyfriend, your usual table goes quiet as they take in your sulking expression, faces scrunching not a second later at the screeching noise your chair produced as you dragged it closer to the table.

“now that we’re all deaf, why don’t you tell us what’s wrong?” your boyfriend asks, sending you an amused smile as the frown on your face deepens upon hearing his words.

at this, it’s like a dam breaks, and the words are rushing out of your mouth with no space left for breathing. “i didn’t pay attention in class today and now i’m regretting it because that damn witch says that she’s gonna give us a pop quiz tomorrow based on what she taught today which i have absolutely no. idea. about.”

“tough life, y/n,” lev starts, immediately wincing at his words as he catches the sharp glare you throw at him. “i-i mean, how dare she do that... blasphemous.”

as puny as you looked beside that 194cm giant, lev knew that getting on your bad side was not going to go well for him. flashbacks of you chasing fukunaga around the campus after he splashed water on you and yamamoto, looking absolutely feral, was still imprinted in his mind, and he reminded himself that he never wanted to get on your bad side.

of course, you being the volleyball team captain’s girlfriend also didn’t make you any less intimidating.

“what subject is it for again?” kenma finally speaks up while lowering his phone, the word ‘VICTORY’ flashing on his screen.

“math.”

exclamations of disgust sound around the table, and kuroo reaches over to pat your head. “sorry baby, but i don’t think that’s any of our expertise. you’re all on your own.”

“yea, i figured,” you mutter, sniffling as you nibble on the sandwich you had forgotten to eat during your lunch break.

“if you want, i can keep you company while you do your work?” your boyfriend suggests helpfully, feeling his heart swell with love as he sees your eyes light up almost immediately.

“really?” you exclaim, your bad mood forgotten almost instantly at kuroo’s words. “you’d do that for me?”

"of course. who else would do it if not for me.” placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he links your hands with his, before pulling back to smile at you.

your little moment is interrupted by the sound of gagging all around the table—even kenma looked mildly disgusted. it wasn’t everyday they saw their scheming and insufferable captain display any type of affection.

“that’s our cue to leave,” yaku announces, gathering his things. “we’ll see you love birds tomorrow. all the best for your test, y/n.”

“thanks mum,” you reply cheekily, watching the libero’s face grow red.

“now,” kuroo starts, already getting up from his seat. you watch in confusion as he grabs his bag, slowly moving away from the seat. realisation dawns on you, but it’s already too late, as you hear the familiar sentence leaving his mouth while he runs away from you. “last one to the library is a baboon’s butt!”

“that’s cheating!” you scream, running after your boyfriend’s retreating figure.

safe to say, you were the baboon’s butt that day.

“psst, y/n,” your boyfriend calls out to you for the seventh time in the past two hours. this time, he nudges your foot with his, earning himself a glare from you.

“what do you want, kuroo,” you ask, not looking up from the sum you were trying to solve. if looks could kill, the paper situated in front of you would have gone up in flames with how hard you were staring at it in a desperate attempt to understand whatever the heck was going on.

it didn’t help that your boyfriend was starting to get restless.

“i’m bored,” he says with a pout, not having done much the past two hours, except finish his own homework. “let’s take a break!”

“i can’t,” you reply with a sigh, finally flipping to the next page. “i still have more than halfway to go, and i need to finish this by tonight.”

with a small ‘hmph’, kuroo goes back to making little paper hearts out of the papers you had discarded at the side, realising that you were not going to entertain him anytime soon. his arm makes contact with yours every so often due to how closely he was sitting beside you, giving him the temporary satisfaction he wanted.

but ten minutes later, even the paper hearts have bored him out, and kuroo has taken to staring at you with his head resting on his hand, while the other drummed rhythmically on your thigh.

not being able to take your boyfriend’s antics anymore, the pen you were holding clatters onto the table, as you shift in your seat to face the man-baby you were with. “tetsurou, i love you, but i need you to go away because you’re really bloody distracting and i have to pass this test tomorrow.”

and you’re not sure if you want to kill or kiss him when he shoots you a smirk, responding with a “i love you too, baby”.

nonetheless, you don’t seem to be able to stop the heat engulfing your face, causing kuroo’s smirk to widen. “let’s make a deal.”

you shoot him a questioning look, and the words that follow next makes you freeze in your spot.

“give me a kiss and i’ll stop distracting you.”

your eyes widen, and you hit his arm out of habit. “are you kidding me?! we’re in the library, kuroo testurou!”

shrugging, his eyes flash playfully as he goes back to leaning against his hand and staring at you. “if that’s your choice.”

knowing how stubborn he could be, you take in a deep breath and look around the library, trying to scout out for anyone who could potentially be a witness for the sin you were about to commit.

kuroo’s smirk widens as he takes in your actions, but even the smug expression can’t hide the fondness in his eyes.

when you’re sure that no one was around, you reach forward and give your boyfriend a peck, moving away as quickly as you had done so.

“okay, i’ve given you what you want. now will you let me stu-”

but before you can finish your sentence, you’re pulled back into his arms, and his lips meet yours in a soft kiss. all words die in your mouth as you melt into the kiss, unconsciously shivering as his cold and rough hands caress your cheeks.

the sound of someone clearing their throat is what drags you back to reality, and you jump away from the boy beside you as if you had been burnt. whipping your head around, you see the grumpy librarian staring at the both of you with what someone could only explain as rage.

and that’s how the both of you were banned from the library for the rest of the semester.

“this is all your fault, tetsu. i’m breaking up with you,” you whine, your actions contradicting your words as you reach out to take your boyfriend’s hand.

“that’s cute, love,” he says nonchalantly, swinging your hands back and forth. “anyway, we can always go to your house.”

“you just want my mum’s cooking,” you deadpan, rolling your eyes when you catch the guilty smile on his face. “whatever, just don’t distract me while i study. i’m serious, kuroo. i really need to pass the test.”

“give me five kisses every hour and i promise not to disturb you.”

catching the sly smile on his face, you shake your head before smiling, clutching his hand a little tighter. “you have yourself a deal.”

[sweetcathedral]

Note: Final part! Part 1 & Part 2 are here.

⚠️: Reader’s discretion is advised. This chapter contains forms of dubious consent and explores the theme of sex being used as self-harm.

Suna turns his attention to him. “Don’t you get tired?” He questioned with purpose.

“That doesn’t matter,” Tsukki replied defensively.

“Yes, it does.” He takes another puff of his cigarette.

“I was just asking if you were free or not—”

“Your habit of sleeping around isn’t for pleasure or self satisfaction anymore, right?” It was pointless trying to make someone like Tsukki come to the self-realization of his habit, so Suna decided to just force him to come out with it, regardless of the outcome. “Constantly sleeping around with no regard to whom you’re doing it with. And if I say no, then you’ll just call one of your toys out for the night.”

“I thought we agreed that this relationship wouldn’t go anywhere beyond fucking each other.” Tsukki was getting annoyed.

“Is it because of Kuroo’s girlfriend?” Suna ignored him, continuing to press onto the topic. “Is that why you feel the need to fuck someone tonight? Not because you’re turned on or anything, but because you hate the way you feel right now.”

“… shut up …”

Not yet.

“You were mad that there were no flaws to her because you needed to hate her in a reasonable sense.”

“I said shut up …”

More.

“You hated the jealousy you felt and compared yourself to her to see who would be better suited for Kuroo, knowing that he’s already happy in this relationship. You felt empty knowing this and wanted to fill that void with anything to ‘help’ you move on from Kuroo. And you think sex would do the trick?”

Tsukki avoided looking Suna in the eye with his fingers curled into a fist, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. Suna felt the need to keep on pressing him. Anything to let him vent out, so the thought of sex wouldn’t be an option for his outlet right now.

“If you don’t like the way sex is feeling—!”

A sharp pain shot through Suna’s cheek.

“Quit talking like you know how I feel!” Tsukki had slapped him hard across the face.  “I don’t care about whether or not it feels good, I consented to it! So why do you even care?! I never asked you to care in the first place!” He snapped.

There.

“You may not have asked for it, but you need it! Someone to care for you, at least!” Suna fumed, letting the cigarette drop to the ground from his lips.

Tsukki collected his composure, deeply exhaling. “Fine. I’ll call someone else then.”

“For fucks sake, would you listen,” Suna sneered, grabbing Tsukki and holding him up against the wall by the arms. “The way you’re handling this isn’t right. You’re not thinking straight, you need to take a breather.”

“I’ll decide how I handle myself,” Tsukki yanked himself out of his grip, storming back into the restaurant.

Again, Suna wasn’t able to get through to him properly. It always ended like this anyways, everytime he tried to get Tsukki to let loose another way, he always ended up leaving him for another. Time and time again, he’d fight with Tsukki to reason with him, helping him be more self aware with himself.

Tsukki was right, Suna didn’t know how he felt and he might’ve been invasive with what he said, but Tsukki wouldn’t have reacted that way if what he said was wrong. He knows that feelings were out of the question, but is it so wrong to be worried about Tsukki’s well being, despite being in a sex-only relationship. Does he need to have feelings for him to care? Tsukki didn’t have to depend on him with everything, only when he felt like he couldn’t shoulder the burden anymore. That’s what Suna established this relationship for: not only to keep Tsukki from recklessly sleeping around with strangers, but to also help carry the burden for him. Communication, that was all Suna needed.

When he got back into the restaurant, Suna had forgotten about Tsukki slapping him across the face that his cheek had noticeably swollen up.

“Suna, your face!” Atsumu frantically put his glass of iced water to his cheek.

Suna winced, only realizing how painful it felt. That was one hell of a slap.

“What happened?!” Hinata worriedly asked.

Kageyama gave him his last yakitori to make him feel better, while Kenma asked the waiter for some ice.

“Hey, where’d Tsukki go?” Suna looked at his empty seat.

“He left to go meet up with a friend,” Hinata informed.

Friend my ass.

Memories of the sexual marks on Tsukki’s body flashed in Suna’s head.

He checked his phone for any messages. Nothing. Obviously, Tsukki wouldn’t message him any type of reassurance after fighting like that. Looking back on it now, he feels guilty for being the reason to push Tsukki into that decision. Fuck, I should’ve said yes.

“You okay?” Kenma asked with a concerned look on his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Suna painfully smiled, laughing it off as he internally blamed himself for tonight’s ordeal. Thinking that he could’ve done better to help Tsukki.

* A picture of Suna and Tsukki with their fans is shared.*

~.x.~dinobear~.x.~: tsukki!!!

rrx.98: saw this on my friends ig, im so jealous😭

xxx.~ali.supremacy~.xxx: LUCKY!!

keiko_katanaka_: (reply to @rrx.98) your friends are so cute !

rrx.98: (reply to @keiko_katanaka_) thank youuu, I honestly love them❤️❤️

user99109992844: where did the girl in the middle get her top from??

apple_pie_2: so prettyyyy

zoomzoom: @chuupetchi im saving this

zoomzoom: @sumatso @tofurice @orange.ritz

orange.ritz: Suna can smile🥺

sumatso: aww Sunaa

tofurice: 🥰

* A picture of Kenma, Hinata, Tsukki, Kageyama, Atsumu and Suna at their table at the Korean bbq restaurant is shared. *

user10177498232: omg! I work there but I wasn’t working this shift

user32334700981: WAS THIS TODAY???????

rrx.98: I work near there😮

bokurokuto: @zoomzoom you guys went without me?☹️

zoomzoom: (reply to @bokurokuto) @akaashikeiji

akaashikeiji: (reply to @bokurokuto) we went out today

~chan.yan05~: Ken and Hina are so cute !!

realanon00: I saw Suna and Tsukki head to the back, but I didn’t wanna follow after what happened to Suna

user44448103945: (reply to @realanon00) I feel bad for him ….

user30004847269: (reply to @realanon00) wait what happened

realanon00: (reply to @user30004847269) Suna had a stalker incident

* Article: Accused stalker who stabbed pro volleyball player pleads ‘not guilty’ by reason of insanity link is shared. *

* Article: Suna Rintarou of EJP taken out for the remainder of the season to recover from stab wounds link is shared. *

* Article: Pro volleyball player, Suna Rintarou, rushed to ICU in critical condition after altercation with stalker link is shared. *

* Article: Pro volleyball player, Suna Rintarou, miraculously survives critical stab wounds to the lower abdomen link is shared. *

* Article: Suna Rintarou in critical condition after stalker altercation, EJP coach rushes the decision to take him out for the rest of the season link is shared. *

* Article: Fans pray outside the hospital of Suna Rintarou, wishing him a speedy recovery link is shared. *

user30004847269: 😧😧😧😧😧

~chan.yan05~: aw man i remember this….

clx.90s: my heart sank when i read how bad his condition was

2k1990s: i remember watching the games, all of them started with a moment of silence for Suna

littletibetanfox: the atmosphere was so heavy during that season, im glad he recovered well

realanon00: Suna came back with a swollen cheek, but that was after Tsukki got back and left..

xxx.~ali.supremacy~.xxx: 👀

godcomplex101: yikes😬

user50011823241: Tsukki and Suna have been hanging around each other a lot lately

apple_pie_2: but theyre in diff teams

godcomplex101: oop tea???

user30004847269: its also not the league season yet

realanon00: maybe they live together ?

rrx.98: their teams are in diff prefex

clx.90s: i mean they have summer practices now so maybe its another training camp 🤷‍♀️

apple_pie_2: truu

zoomzoom: @chuupetchi

orange.ritz: (reply to @zoomzoom) 😗

sumatso: (reply to @zoomzoom) Suna you good?

darealest02: i know Tsukishima sleeps around a lot, my older brother went to college with him

rrx.98: (reply to @darealest02) wait whatt

_____fiveunderscores.: (reply to @darealest02) huuhhhh

clx.90s: yeah.. everytime i see a recent pic of him he always has a hickey somewhere new

zoomzoom: @guccibird @yachan96 collect your boy

guccibird: (reply to @zoomzoom) ….

yachan96: (reply to @zoomzoom) we’re not with him 24/7, its my first time hearing of this

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) we see him most of the time, we can talk to him

zoomzoom: (reply to @bokurokuto) only during our summer intensives

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) yeah! like now!

* A video recording of Suna and Tsukki fighting at the back of the restaurant from a public street view is shared. *

zoomzoom: 🤭

orange.ritz: noooo

bokurokuto: oh..

rrx.98: WHAT

guccibird: @yachan96 I CANT HEAR WHAT THEYRE SAYING

yachan96: (reply to @guccibird) WAIT ME TOO

clx.90s: DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT THEYR SAYING

zoomzoom: @chuupetchi I KNOW YOURE ONLINE

user30004847269: naahhhh

user30004847269: this is a lieeeee

xxx.~ali.supremacy~.xxx: 😶😶

apple_pie_2: 😳

~chan.yan05~: 😨😨

realanon00: wait who uploaded this ???

realanon00: howd you get this

user77700178329: i was on my way back from work until i heard yelling coming from the restaurant

user77700178329: it was eerily quiet too, so they were loud

user50011823241: shiiit

* A video recording of Suna and Tsukki fighting at the back of the restaurant from a public street view was removed. *

realanon00: oh?

user77700178329: awkard

apple_pie_2: that was quick

sumatso: @zoomzoom you get that?

zoomzoom: (reply to @sumatso) ya I got that

sumatso: (reply to @zoomzoom) send that to us @tofurice @orange.ritz @guccibird @yachan96

zoomzoom: @bokurokuto practice is gonna look awkward….

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) dw we can fix this 😊

zoomzoom: (reply to @bokurokuto) no, its not our business

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) their our friends 👯

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) they need our help

zoomzoom: (reply to @bokurokuto) @akaashikeiji

akaashikeiji: @bokurokuto i think we should leave this to them

xxx.~ali.supremacy~.xxx: could they be dating ??

~chan.yan05~: dont know, i mean if they are theyre doing a good job at keeping it lowkey

rrx.98: 👀👀

user77700178329: nah theyre just friends

user77700178329: i overheard Suna trying to get Tsukishima to stop sleeping around, apparently hes getting outta hand now😬

2k1990s: oh nooo😔

clx.90s: i feel bad, I hope he’s okay

apple_pie_2: ew..😒

littletibetanfox: i hope Suna’s okay, that slap looked painful 😖

[kodzukuroken]

Seasons change, but people... Do too I guess.|Chapter 5, "A place where one should lose one’s head."

Genre: Angst, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers

Summary: You and Tsukishima had been friends for years but upon the arrival of a very special invitation, your relationship takes a sudden change. Will your long-harbored crush for your best friend finally come into the light? Or will your relationship be altered for good?

Aka, Reader is an artist who is in love with Tsukki, there's angst, there are laughs, there are three established captain relationships! What could a person want?

Pairings: Tsukishima Kei x Reader (Kuroo Tetsuro x Kenma Kozume, Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji, Daichi Sawamura x Sugawara Koshi)

Warnings: Drinking, Swearing, Smut

Read on Ao3 | This will update before Tumblr

This is the 6th chapter (including the prologue). I really love writing this story, there are currently 6 chapters out on AO3, so if you’d like to read there instead you can! Enjoy!

“What about this one?” Kei asked standing in front of you, one hand in his pocket and the other hanging a canvas off of two fingers. You scrunched your face in thought.

“It’s too blue ” you answered and he scoffed.

“It’s the fucking ocean.” You giggled into the sweater you were wearing, it was Kei’s and it smelt as such. Kei circled around your art studio. It had been about two weeks since that night at Akaashi and Bokuto’s house and the two of you had spent every day together since. You watched as he looked intently at each of your paintings, and it made you blush at how attentive he was being. He picked up another, a large canvas this time, and held it in front of you. You thought for a moment.

“Don't you think it's too...” You trailed off and he rolled his eyes.

“Too what?” You gazed at the painting, it wasn’t a bad choice, on the contrary, it was some of your best work. But…

“Is it too obvious?” Kei pulled a feigned look of bewilderment.

“What does that even mean?” You shook your head.

“I don’t know,” you huffed, “this would all feel a lot easier if you were just coming with me.” You crossed your arms and pretended to pout, a move that Kei seemed to find irresistible. He dropped the painting and moved to your side.

“Y/n we talked about this,” he said lowly in your ear “we both have work events this week that we can't miss if I could be there I would.” Kei kissed behind your ear and squirmed a little, but made no attempt to move away.

“I know,’ you sighed into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “But this is one of the biggest moves of my career.” You’d been invited to an art exhibit for up-and-coming artists at a local museum. You’d been told to come along, mingle, and to bring some of your work to display in case someone was interested.

“I know,” Kei mumbled into your hair “but if I’m not at this thing my boss will for-sure fire me.” It also happened to fall on the one night that Kei wasn’t able to accompany you because of some big corporate party. You nodded into his chest before he pulled away and began to search through your work again, pulling out a painting of a forest. He didn’t even ask this time, just cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, but before you could even make a face he put it down and moved on. After a few more minutes of searching, you began to grow bored of the whole activity and began to whine.

“Ugh this isn’t working,” you said sitting down on your bed in a huff. Kei rolled his eyes and walked over to you.

“Stop being a baby, your work is great, you're just frustrated.” You crossed your arms.

“Am not”, even though you knew you sounded like a child. “C’mon Kei, I really want you there,” you stood up on the bed, and wobbled a little before he held you still. You were taller than him now, but still not by much. You moved your lips to his ear, “If you come, I’ll let you feel me up behind all the sculptures so nobody can see.” Kei moved his face away from yours and cocked an eyebrow, thinking. He shook his head and groaned loudly, falling onto the bed. You covered your face with your arms, after a few moments you felt a weight next to you. Kei moved to your side, pulling your waist in his strong arms and nuzzling his face against your neck, he didn’t have to talk to know he knew something was wrong.

“What if they hate my work” you mumbled into his sweatshirt, you heard him click his tongue nearby.

“You know that is ridiculous, don’t you? They wouldn’t have invited you otherwise.” You hated it, but he had a point. You let Kei pull you up from where you’d been laying, and sat upright on your bed looking at all the paintings that were splayed out on the ground.

“That one” you pointed, getting to your feet and walking over to it, Kei followed. It was one of the paintings from the exhibition you’d done a while ago. The one of Kei’s glasses.

“Good,” he said smugly as he pulled you into him again. You paused there for a minute, staring at the painting, content with your decision. Then, you felt the sharp pain of a hand smacking against your ass, you gasped involuntarily. You turned to see Kei walking towards your door.

“You’ll be great, I’ll pick you up after you're done.” He called from behind “Oh, and don’t forget to wear that tight black dress you wore to the party.” Kei winked and you suddenly felt the flush on your cheeks. You really needed this night to go well.

~

That night at the museum could not have gone better if you’d tried. You’d spent most of your night mingling with curators and wealthy art enthusiasts who had all been very interested in your work. One woman, who you’d known to be a well-known critic, had even approached you and asked what your biggest inspiration for the piece was.

“Uuh,” you’d paused, a little sheepish, not really sure how to explain what Kei was to you. “It was inspired by a friend.” She’d hummed in reply.

“A male friend perhaps?” She’d cocked an eyebrow at you presumptuously and you’d nodded, face burning red. She’d laughed.

“Well, if I were you, and I felt as strongly about this glasses man wearing a man as you did. I would certainly make him more than a friend.” You chuckled a little, you’d never thought that your art had so easily depicted your feelings for Kei, but then again you’d never thought your art was worthy of this kind of attention altogether. They were both nice feelings.

About twenty minutes after this interaction, you were standing at the bar waiting to be served when you’d felt a large hand grab onto your hip. You panicked at the touch, initially thinking that it was one of the countless creepy rich guys that attended these events to hit on young artists.

“Excuse me!” you’d began while swiveling around “Could you kindly get your hand the fuck off me? I’ll have you know I’m take-” You stopped dead in your tracks when you realized who it was.

“Taken?” Kei finished for you “Damn, and here I was thinking you liked me.” He looked down at you smugly through glinting glasses. You didn’t know if it was the high of the night or the four martini’s you’d drank from nerves but something made you leap on him.

“Kei!” you screeched as you did so, making a few heads near the bar turn. Kei only chuckled and held your waist close to him. “I thought your big fancy event didn’t finish until 12?”

“Yeah well, we got most of the important business talk done in the first half an hour and after that, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you in this dress,” Kei spoke slyly, making you giggle and bat his arms, making no real attempt to free yourself from his grip. You ordered drinks for you and Kei before making your way over to a quieter corner of the museum to talk.

“So seriously, how did it go?” you asked him, sipping your drink.

“Good.” You cocked an eyebrow.

“Good?” He rolled his eyes. “Is that all you have to say.”

“It’s a long story that I’d rather not get into tonight.” He said and you nodded, still desperate to know.

“But it was ok, right? Nothing bad happened?”

“That's generally what “good” means,” Kei said, cocking an eyebrow and taking a sip of his drink.

“I hate when you’re secretive, do you know that?” you said, no malice in your voice.

“Good thing you’re already taken then” Kei spat back, to which you stuck out your tongue. “Oh very mature Ms. Professional Museum Artist.” You giggled at this, Kei wasn’t playful often, but when he was it made your heart swell.

“I sold a painting tonight,” you said after a few moments of silence, you didn’t look at Kei but you could hear him pause, drink near his mouth. “Don’t be so shocked, I thought you had faith in me.” Kei shook his head.

“Of course I do, asshole. This is just a big event, I didn’t even know your work was for sale.” You looked out over the crowd of people who were milling around, your eyes fell on your own painting of Kei’s glasses.

“Neither did I,” you said, turning to face Kei now “but I made that work when I was in a pretty bad place.” You paused, “when we were in a pretty bad place. It was therapeutic at the time, but we’re not in that place anymore, are we?” You turned to Kei expectantly, but he was looking out over the crowd too.

“No, we’re not,” he said plainly and a small smile rose on your face. “You know, I’m really proud of you (y/n).” He’d said it as though it was the most natural thing in the world, but it had made your heartbeat double-time in your chest. You giggled lightly, trying to hide your embarrassment. Before speaking again.

“God, you’re not going soft on me now are you, Tsukki?” Kei turned his head to you in complete confusion.

“Tsukki?” he repeated, it had sounded so cute coming out of his mouth you couldn’t help but giggle again.

“Mhm,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“You never call me that, (y/n)... Are you drunk?” you hadn’t thought about it until he’d asked, but once it was out in the open, your laughter had become more and more prominent and your face had become more and more flushed. Kei didn’t wait for an answer, he just sat next to you and sipped his drink quietly, watching him from the corner of his eye.

It hadn’t taken much persuasion honestly, to get Kei to catch up to you drinks wise. You dragged him over to the bar a few more times and made sure you were the one to order, getting yourself something light and barely alcoholic before sticking Kei with a spirit of some sort.

“I thought you liked whiskey” you pouted, holding up his fifth drink in front of him, he was trying to act more sober than you but you could see the signs that you’d known since you were young. When Kei was drunk, he got handsy, not in a creepy way but he just liked you being close to him. Whether it was close to his side, or sitting on his lap. Right now you were pressed against him in the corner of the room with his hand on the small of your back while you waved a small half-glass full of clinking ice and honey liquid in front of his face. He rolled his eyes and took the drink from your hand and sipped it. He hadn’t seemed to mind you offering him drinks, as long as you stayed close to him as you did so and talked aimlessly about the art you were standing in front of. Right now, the two of you were in the back corner of the museum, staring up at a large sculpture made from recycled materials. Kei stared at you, side-on as you rambled on drunkenly about the meanings behind the piece and the techniques the artist had used. He knew he should have been paying attention, but he was too distracted by how the strap of your tight black dress was falling down, revealing your bare shoulder and neck.

“Let's go.” Kei blurted out after a few minutes of your rambling. You turned to him a little confused.

“Are you bored?” your eyes were wide and looked a little hurt. But Kei shook his head.

“No, no no no. I love listening to you talk, I just…” Kei trailed off as his gaze returned to your neck and he bit his lip hungrily. It took you a few seconds but you managed to figure out what his silence meant. You brought your hand to touch where Kei was staring, allowing his attention to return to your giggling face. You pulled him close to you and kissed him a little too roughly for a public display of affection, but Kei didn’t seem to mind. When you finally pulled away, you looked into Kei’s golden eyes,

“I thought I owed you something for showing up?” you said breathily, before kissing him again. Your head was reeling a little, you and Kei had gotten intimate over the past two weeks of your relationship but you hadn’t actually had sex yet. So the feeling of tipsy desire that you had right at this second made your stomach lurch a little. However, this didn’t stop you from grabbing Kei’s hand and pulling him through the crowd to an abandoned area of the museum that you knew wasn’t being used during the exhibit tonight.

Setting Kei down on one of the plush museum benches that sat in the middle of the unused part of the museum, you instantly straddled him the second he sat. Pulling you into a kiss, Kei began to run his hands up and down your back softly, as your tongues weaved around each other and your fingers found their way to his hair. After a few, passion-filled, minutes of kissing, Kei pulled his face away from yours and huffed, scanning your pink swollen lips up your needy eyes.

“Are we allowed to be back here?” he asked, and you smiled, trying to look at evil as he often did.

“Absolutely not,” you said, before reconnecting your mouth with his and tugging at Kei’s hair as you did. Kei’s hands made their way down to your ass and grabbed firmly, making you moan lightly into his mouth. He pulled his mouth away once again, placing small but biting kisses up your jaw until he got to your ear.

“If we’re not allowed in here,” he said, almost in a growl “then you’re going to have to be quiet for me ok?” The commanding tone of his voice was making you wild, but you took a shaky breath before nodding. Apparently, this wasn’t enough for Kei who dug his fingers into your ass roughly making you bite your lip hard before asking.

“What was that?”

“Y-yes” your answer was dripping with obedience, but it still wasn’t enough for Kei to loosen his grip.

“Yes, who?” he asked in the same low growl as before.

“Yes, K-Kei.” He pulled his fingers away and smacked your ass firmly with one hand.

“Good girl.”

Before you could take another breath, Kei’s mouth was on your neck, sucking and biting hard on any exposed skin he could find. You tried to stifle your moans by pressing your face into his shoulder, but when you felt Kei’s hands pulling your waist closer to his own, pressing the outline of his hard cock against you, you couldn’t help but moan loudly. Kei instantly pulled away, creating as much distance between the two of you without pulling you off of his lap. You made an annoyed sort of screech before he met your eyes disapprovingly.

“(Y/n).” He said sternly, “Do you want this?” you were taken aback by the sudden use of your name, but you nodded. Kei cocked an eyebrow before you remembered.

“Oh. Yes, Kei” you tried to smile sweetly and shuffle yourself closer onto his lap but Kei firmed his grip on your hips, which made you frustrated. You were trying to do what you were told, but it was hard when you were this desperate for contact. The space between your thighs that had once been filled with Kei’s crotch felt painfully empty and you squirmed in his grasp.

“Then, listen.” Kei’s words were simple but commanding.

“Yes Kei,” you found yourself saying, without a second thought and before you knew it Kei was pulling you back into his lap and made contact with your neck again. This time, you weren’t letting something as simple as a groan get between the two of you, so you shoved your face a little firmer into Kei’s neck before grinding your hips against his. You could feel every hard inch against your already wet underwear.

“Fuck” you heard Kei curse into your neck, the sound swelling your head with pride. You ground your hips against him again, and again before you even realized that his large hands had made their way up to your chest and were groping your breasts through your dress. You gasped at the feeling, allowing Kei to pull the straps of your dress down along with your bra, exposing your breasts to him. He paused, staring hungrily at you while you turned your head, a little embarrassed to be so exposed in such a public place. You were expecting Kei to continue, but instead, you felt his hand make its way to your face and stopped at your chin as he pulled in back around so that your faces met.

“Are you good to keep going?” You were aback by the sudden caring tone in his voice, there was no desire to control you, just a genuine cadence of concern that made your heart swell with love. You smashed your lips back again before replying.

“Yes, Kei please fuck.” you rolled your hips against his again and allowed one very small moan to escape from you, just enough to let him know that you needed him desperately.

With that, Kei’s mouth kissed down your jawline, past your collar bone, and made contact with your nipple.

“Fuck” you whispered into his ear, feeling a smile spread over his lips as he swirled his tongue around your nipple while biting and sucking periodically. The feeling made you wild with desire, as you continued to roll your hips against Kei’s you were suddenly dissatisfied with the layers of fabric that kept the two of you apart. With that, almost as if he’d read your mind, you felt Kei’s hand move down to your core, hiking up your tight black dress so that it bunched up near your middle, leaving you practically bare besides your underwear.

“Fuck, baby you’re so desperate huh?’ Kei said into your ear “Tell me how desperate you are (y/n).” Kei’s hand made its way down to your covered pussy and pressed his thumb against it making your whole body light up with electricity. But when nothing else came, you realized he was waiting for an answer.

“K-Kei, I” you huffed, trying to move your hips to create any kind of friction against his hand, but once again Kei was too fucking strong against you. “I’m so fucking desperate Kei, please I need you” the words fell from your mouth shamelessly this time, doing nothing but making the wetness in your underwear increase. Almost instantly, Kei’s hand found contact with you again, his thumb rubbing small but steady circles around your clit through the drenched fabric. You fell into him, moaning just enough that he could hear you, but not so much that it would get you punished. Kei places a few small kisses near your temple.

“Good girl” he whispered before pulling your underwear to its side and pushing a finger inside of you. He hissed at the feeling of you around him, taking every inch of his long finger. When he witnessed how well you took the first, he quickly added another, this making you whine a little and close your eyes tightly as he pumped his fingers in and out.

“God you feel so fucking good (y/n),” he praised into your hair.

“K-Kei, I” It was so hard to focus on anything with the feeling of him hitting your g-spot with every thrust into your pussy.

“What do you want, baby?” Kei asked firmly, slowing his fingers when he realized how crazy just two fingers were making you.

“I-I w-want” you huffed, your head was swirling and your body was craving more, yet your mouth didn't want to cooperate. Then, Kei’s free hand that had once been resting your ass made contact with your neck, grabbing firmly between fingers and pushing his palm firmly on your windpipe. You brought your eyes to meet his, he looked at you, completely enthralled at the sight as you tried desperately to take in air but failed miserably. You’d all but forgotten the conversation you and Kei had had years ago, where you’d accidentally let it slip that you liked it pretty rough in the bedroom but god you were glad that he hadn’t.

“I want you inside me Kei” a small grin spread across his lips before he let your throat go. You tried to focus on taking in air steadily, but before your breath fully came back you felt Kei pull you down onto the bench. He was above you now, as you lay on your back underneath him. You’d never truly noticed how big Kei was, but there was nothing clumsy about him. He moved quickly to pull his fingers out of you, letting you gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Then you felt him sit up a little, hearing the sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper undoing. Your skin tingled in excitement. Then, suddenly, Kei was back over you and you could feel the head of his cock against your clit.

“Fuck, Kei please” you hissed trying to create more friction but he just laughed darkly and continued to rub against you slowly driving you insane.

“God if I’d known you were this much of a desperate slut I would have fucked you a long time ago.” He said against your ear. “You’ve been waiting so long, haven’t you? How many times have you thought about this hm? Tell me.” You could tell that Kei was getting off on teasing you, not that you ever expected anything less from him, but what you didn’t expect was how wet it was making you to be spoken down to like this.

“So many times Kei, fuck. I’ve touched myself thinking about you so many fucking times.” Kei hadn’t expected that much honesty, he’d known you’d been pining over him all this time just as he’d been for you, but he hadn’t known that you’d touched yourself while thinking of him. The thought flipped a switch in Kei’s brain, he couldn’t wait any longer he needed you now.

Without any warning, Kei lined himself up with you and thrust inside so hard he had to bite his own lip to stop a moan from escaping. And when a squeal escaped your own mouth you felt his strong hand clamp down over it. You looked up at him sheepishly from under him, and he rolled his eyes. Just as you were about to apologize, a set of footsteps could be heard nearby. You froze completely and Kei looked up from where he was. You figured nobody could be that close, because Kei hadn’t gotten off of you, but there was definitely someone close enough to hear the two of you if you continued. At first, you naively thought Kei might wait until the footsteps would become inaudible, but when he looked down to see the slightly panicked look in your eyes you could tell he was going to make you suffer. He brought himself back down to your level, lips at your ear once again.

“Now you really have to be a good girl for me, we wouldn’t want the respectable young artist caught getting her brains fucked out now would we?” You wanted to hate him for it, you thought about squirming away from his grasp and calling it all off, but the thought that the two of you were so close to being caught only made you want him more. You pulled your face away from his hand and spoke almost inaudibly.

“Please Kei, fuck me. I don’t care who hears” your hands grasped at his biceps and his smile returned.

“Suit yourself.” Before you could prepare Kei was pulling out of you almost completely, before thrusting back into you hard, making all the air leave your lungs. He did this twice more before positioning one hand behind your head to anchor himself and the other on your neck and beginning to fuck you hard and fast. Kei was big, bigger than you could have imagined and the feeling of his cock filling every inch of you was driving you completely crazy. You moaned continuously with every passing thrust, you were definitely loud enough to be heard by those close by but Kei’s hand on your neck gave a slight squeeze every time you grew too loud.

“Fuck, Kei. Harder please” you spat after a few minutes and he doubled down, never letting up a second.

“Fuck baby you’re so fucking tight” he growled, you weren’t used to such blatant praises from Kei, but you weren’t going to refuse them. He pumped in and out of you his tip hitting your g-spot every time without fail, your stomach tensed as the familiar knot-like feeling rose inside it. You tried to hold on, not wanting the feeling of Kei fucking you to end. But as his breaths grew more erratic you could tell that he was getting close too. You tugged at the back of Kei’s neck, bringing his face back to yours and crashed your lips into his. You tugged desperately at his lip with your teeth before moaning into the sound of his mouth lightly.

“K-Kei, I-I wan- fuck” god your fucking mouth,  you cursed it for being so uncooperative tonight. Focusing your mind on the feeling of Kei inside you, you tried again.

“Cum inside me Kei. Please” your words were so simple and innocent he couldn’t believe it, but they were all that he’d needed to tip him over the edge that he was already teetering on. You gasped at the feeling of Kei exploding inside you, feeling every single inch of you filled with him made you reach your own orgasm just as quickly.

“Kei!” you screamed, the sound of your voice bouncing off the large empty museum space. There was no going back now. With a few more erratic and broken thrusts, the pair of you collapsed into each other on the bench, breathing heavily.

“Fuck” Kei said after a few seconds, pulling you in close to him and pressing a kiss on your temple.

“Hey Kei,” you said, still completely breathless, he hummed in response. “Are you my boyfriend?” He was silent for a second, panic began to rise in your already heaving chest.

“After that? I fucking hope so.” He said, sounding a little outraged. You smiled widely into his chest and placed a kiss near his collarbone.

“Come on,” he said, “We better get dressed before they figured where that scream came from.” Fuck, how quickly you’d forgotten. You apologized to Kei but he just laughed and shook his head and kissed you.

“Don’t be, I can't wait to hear it again. Maybe just somewhere you can be louder next time?” you nodded and moved to redress yourself.

~

The two of you had managed to sneak out of a side-door of the museum remaining virtually unseen that night. Which you’d been insanely thankful for, Kei had been worried about the sale of your painting and whether you needed to be there at the end of the night. You shook your head, your boss had been at the event also and you’d managed to send him a text shortly after you’d left asking him to meet with the buyer. He had obliged without question thank god, leaving you and Kei to disappear into the dark night looking rather disheveled (more you than him) while walking hand and hand through the city. The two of you had every intention of staying at his place that night, but considering the state of you right now (and the state between your legs) all you wanted was to get to the nearest place that you could shower and put on fresh underwear. You walked slowly, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to conceal the wetness between them.

“Can we please just stay at my place?” you whined to Kei for the third time since you’d left the museum. He hadn’t said no, he just hadn’t given a response at all. This often meant that he was weighing the options in his head. You decided to make it easier for him.

“It’s a Saturday, you don’t have to wake up early for work in the morning, my place is right around the corner and I will buy you breakfast tomorrow and watch I will watch The Land Before Time with you in the morning.” You knew Kei, and you knew his mind. There could not possibly be anything else he could be considering as an issue. He looked at you and thought.

“The Land Before Time?” he asked, a little confused. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes it is a kids cartoon but it has dinosaurs,” you gestured your hand towards him before back at yourself “you like dinosaurs, I like cartoons.” He thought again, you knew it was a fair deal, if he tried to get you to watch a documentary you would be way too bored and if you watched Jurassic Park again you would spend the entire movie talking about how Jeff Goldblum was immortal and could also “get it”.

“I don’t have anything to sleep in at your place” he smirked, he knew he’d got you with that one. But you crossed your arms trying to think of something quickly.

“I have like all your old volleyball t-shirts and hoodies, remember?” Kei clicked his tongue.

“But you don’t have any pants I can wear.” He retorted it was your turn to scoff.

“You’re wearing underwear aren’t you?” you said, trying to make him sound ridiculous just so he’d cave. “And besides, you’re my boyfriend. I think I can see you in your underwear.”

“It’s not as if you haven’t seen me in mine” you mumbled and his smirk grew wider. He didn’t answer, just started off down the street, just slow enough so that you could catch up and catch his hand in yours.

When you got to your studio, you took your time searching through your small purse for your keys.

“Jesus, that thing is the size of an envelope. How hard can it be to find them?” Kei snapped but you just smiled and held the keys in his face and jingled them. You made to unlock the door but paused before opening it, looking to Kei with your best doe-eyed expression.

“Keeeei” you began.

“Tch”

“Pleeease” he knew what you wanted.

“No, I am not going to get your mail now. We can go down and get it in the morning.” The mailroom of your building was in the basement, making it not only creepy but also two steep flights of steps down.

“But I ordered stuff for work and I need it!” You groaned but he shook his head.

“You don’t need it until Monday we can go down a-” but he stopped and scoffed loudly as he noticed a single tear rolling down your face.

“Don’t do that,” Kei spat. “it’s creepy I don't like it.” You’d learned how to fake-cry pretty convincingly in around your first year in college. It had never really worked to tug on Kei’s heart-strings as you’d hoped but instead just made him intensely freaked out. You pouted your lip, letting a few more tears roll down your cheeks.

“Fine.” He finally conceded. “God, you’re annoying.” Your face changed instantly, smiling widely, you brushed the tears from your face and pecked Kei’s cheek before unlocking the door.

“Thanks, babe,” you said, making for the stairs as Kei broke off from you and headed to the basement.

“You’re a brat,” he said as he began to descend.

You made your way up the stairs of your apartment humming lightly to yourself as you did. Just as you reached the top of the stairs you noticed that something wasn’t quite right. The air around you felt, disturbed and from the small gap at the bottom of your door, you could see that the light was on inside. You could have sworn that you’d switched everything off before you left, considering you’d thought you were going to be at Kei’s all weekend. But after considering waiting for Kei to come back, you chalked it up to forgetfulness and made your way inside.

“Tetsuro?” you said, the second you saw his dark, spiky hair pacing around the room. He turned to you, eyes wide and panicked, he rushed over to you and pulled you into him.

“Jesus,” he hissed “(y/n) where the fuck have you been? We’ve been calling you for weeks and texting and we haven’t heard anything.” We? You thought for a second before looking over to see Kenma sitting upside down with his head hanging off your couch, fingers moving furiously against his Switch. You pulled away from Kuroo and tried to piece together what was happening, you knew you’d had at least a few messages from Kuroo but you hadn’t really thought much of it. It wasn’t that you’d been ignoring him intentionally, you’d just been busy. You chuckled a little, not in an amused way but in disbelief, and shook your head.

“I’m fine Tetsuro, I’m sorry I’ve just had a busy week and-”

“God how much fucking stuff did your order?” you heard Kei say behind you. Fuck, you thought. It suddenly dawned on you the reason you’d been so busy the past two weeks, and with that came the even larger realization that you hadn’t actually told Kuroo about the reason you were so busy the past two weeks.

“Kuroo?” Kei said, plainly, but still an air of confusion in his voice.

“Oh my god” you heard from behind Kuroo. You looked back to Kenma who was now right side up and putting his console down.

“Listen, guys, this isn’t” you paused, because it absolutely was. “Well, it is, but I just didn’t- I’ve been busy and I just… Well, I forgot” you bit your lip and looked at Kuroo who looked completely stunned.

After a while of deafening silence, he finally spoke. His voice was dazed and a little hoarse.

“Um- so uh. You guys… you’re, yano.” He gestured between the two of you and you smiled sheepishly. You felt Kei’s now packageless hand snake around your in the middle and placed a smirking kiss on top of your head. You elbowed his side, keeping your gaze on Kuroo.

“Uh, yeah. We’re uh”

“Dating” Kei finished the sentence. Somewhere deep inside you could feel your heart skip at the thought of him saying it out loud for the first time, but it was completely shrouded under the guilt you were currently feeling. Kuroo’s hand dropped and he nodded, almost completely spaced out. You pulled away from Kei and made for Kuroo, grabbing your friend by his large biceps and shaking a little.

“I’m so sorry! I promise I wasn’t keeping it from you! It was just that night at the party after you guys left, I needed to get home and Kei offered and-”

“Oh my god!” Kenma was louder now, almost yelling for him. He shot up from the couch and bounced over to where you were. You were completely perplexed by the sudden level of enthusiasm he had. “It worked! It fucking worked!” He said laughing lightly before pulling the hem of his husband’s shirt. “Kuroo? Are you hearing this? He walked her home! Akaashi said it would work but I didn’t thi-”.

“Akaashi?” Kei asked from behind you. You’d almost missed that part. The two of you turned to Kenma with furrowed brows. He dropped his hands to his sides and looked at you both in disbelief.

“Oh come on,” he jeered “you didn’t really think that our neighbour just happened to have a massive bathtub leak, destroying thousands worth of equipment on the exact same night that you two were supposed to see each other for the first time in a year, did you?” He paused expectantly, neither of you answering, before murmuring. “Well supposed to have not seen each other at least. But salty here just couldn’t keep away.” Kenma was smirking now, and you were both still stunned.

“Y-you, you guys planned it? That night, you guys pushed us together on purpose? So that we’d make up?” You turned to Kuroo, mouth agape, who was looking back at you sheepishly now.

“Oh my god” Kei took the words right out of your mouth.

“It wasn’t our idea!” Kuroo called to Kei who was turning behind him to close the door which had been abandoned in the shock.

“You guys made up an excuse to leave? So you could push us together? How did you even know Kei would offer?” you were louder than you’d mean to be and your arms were waving around a little wildly. Kuroo and Kenma mimicked your looks of disbelief, turning to each other and beginning to laugh.

“What?” you asked over their giggling, Kuroo managed to compose himself long enough to answer.

“Oh come on (y/n), Tsukki might be the grumpy silent type but he isn’t a complete mystery to us.” You turned to Kei whose lips were pressed together in annoyance. He looked at the confusion on your face and rolled his eyes.

“They’re saying they knew that I would never leave you to walk home alone. Yano, because, I care… and stuff” He got quieter as he spoke and blush rose up your neck.

“Oh.” Kenma’s giggling got louder as he clung to Kuroo for balance.

“Oh my god! Look how cute they are Kuroo! They’re like teenagers!” You rolled your eyes and looked back to Kuroo.

“So if it wasn’t your idea, then it was” you trailed off

“Akaashi, yeah,” Kuroo said, turning to Kenma who was still laughing as he walked back over to his Switch.

“But how?” you asked. Kuroo opened his mouth but you felt Kei’s hand on your shoulder.

“I’m guessing when he and Bo decided to throw a party, they knew it would be the perfect time to get us back in the same room together. So he called these two before the party and asked them if they could leave early then he got Bo to make up an excuse and then when he knew that I wouldn’t leave you to walk home alone…”

“All he had to do was sit back and hope we’d come to our senses” you finished and Kuroo nodded, a small smile appearing on his face. You shook your head and rubbed your temples.

I need a drink, you said, dropping your bag and heading to the small kitchen area. Kei followed you, hands in pockets.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough tonight?” he sported a shit-eating grin and he strolled towards you, hands in his pockets. You scowled as you poured vodka into a glass and added some ice cubes.

“Are you guys joining me?” you called behind you to Kuroo and Kenma. Kuroo nodded, but Kenma just continued to play, still chuckling slightly to himself. You poured two more and thrust one at Kei.

“It’ll give you something to do instead of talk,” you said unimpressed. He smirked, taking the drink from your hand. You joined Kuroo, sitting opposite him and Kenma on a chair. Kei followed you, swatting your arm, wordlessly you stood and allowed him to sit, plopping into his lap.

“Aww look at them Kuroo! Already so romantic” Kenma said not looking up from his game. You chose to ignore it. Kuroo took a long sip of his drink before looking at you apologetically.

“Look, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you about Kaashi’s plan. It seemed like a good idea at the time.” You sighed and looked to Kei who shrugged half-heartedly and sipped his own drink.

“It’s fine,” you smiled “I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch. Everything just happened so fast, and then with the show tonight I-”

“Show?” Kuroo asked, peering up from his drink quizzically.

“She had a museum show,” Kei began, Kuroo looked at you and you nodded “she sold one of her paintings.” Kuroo broke into a grin.

“(y/n)! That’s amazing! You should be proud.” You smiled and laughed lightly, feeling the flush from earlier returns.

“Thank you Tetsuro, I really am.” You were all silent for a minute, all looking rather pleased before Kenma held his Switch in the air over the table. He looked at the three of you.

“To (y/n)” he said smugly. You giggled lightly and Kuroo rolled his eyes. Kei leaned forward next to you and tapped his glass against Kenma’s console.

“To (y/n)” he echoed. You and Kuroo joined then, both still laughing. Everyone was silent after that, the three of you drinking comfortably while Kenma tapped away all the while Kei’s hand was wrapped firmly around your waist. You took a deep breath, trying to take in everything that had happened tonight, smiling constantly at how happy you felt. Just then, Kei broke the silence.

“We had sex in the museum tonight yano.” It was muffled by his glass meeting his lips, but you knew everyone had heard it. Suddenly you were redder than you’d been all evening.

“Oh my god,” Kuroo said, looking at you, face once again painted with disbelief.

“Oh my god” Kenma seconded, putting his Switch down for the second time tonight. You looked to Kei who continued to sip his drink, an evil grin under his glass.

“Is that why you look like you’ve been dragged through a bush?” Kuroo asked. You let out an outraged breathy laugh, while Kei let out a genuine one. Your head snapped back to him.

“Are you pleased with yourself Tsukishima?” It felt weird calling Kei by his last name. The last time you’d done it, it had been so hate-filled. But this time it was playful, and completely oozing with admiration.

“Very pleased.” Kei quipped, his grip tightening around your waist as he did.

You spent the next hour trying to dissuade Kuroo and Kenma away from the gory details of your evening. However, of course, you miserably failed, ending up recounting the whole tail to them. After a while of talking and drinking and laughing the two rose to leave.

“Sorry for surprising you like we did,” Kuroo said sheepishly near the door, Kema had already made his way downstairs. You patted his arm and shook your head.

“It’s ok, I’m sorry for making you think I was dead” you smiled.

“Even?” he asked, pulling you into a hug.

“Definitely.”

“Breakfast tomorrow? I want both of you there,” he said, letting you go. You looked to Kei before nodding, he followed suit. Kuroo looked between the two of you and laughed, making his way out the door. “Yano, I don’t think there are two other people on the earth who could have dragged that out as long as you guys did.” He smiled at you both before descending down the stairs.

“Stubborn assholes!” He called back. You looked to Kei and smiled, well, he wasn’t wrong, was he?