#post time-skip!kuroo tetsuro

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kuroo tetsuro | it's time to dream of serious things

to start off 2025, here’s a love letter to kuroo <3 thank you so much for reading this, may 2025 treat you well and bring you health, joy, and peace 🫶🏻 also on ao3

“it's august, stars are falling from the sky it's time to dream of serious things”

For the longest time, Kuroo never thought about what lay ahead for him. His daily habits, he would carry from month to month, year to year, and the high-set sun froze over the golden riverside and houses, ever shining from summer to winter. As unquestioned as the pathway from his house to Nekoma High, with all of its homes and yards he knew like the back of his hand; as the white spotted cat that brushed against his legs and leapt from fences to cajole neighbors into feeding him crumbs of food. Permanent like his Tokyo underground line, whose map he remembered without a second thought, or the moment when Lev or Tora would jump from their seats and scurry across the carriage, into the wailing doors, because they almost missed their stop.

Of course, sometimes, time was running out along with the rattling of chains underneath his feet, the necessary weight put onto the pedals to ensure that the bike would stay on course, the wind beating between his ears, and the red tie flapping against his unbuttoned collar, on days when morning tiredness muffled the wake-up calls of his alarm. At other times, a new video game so bewitched Kenma that volleyball was tossed aside and forgotten, but Kuroo knew better than to plead and whine. He waited, until a few hours later, all the words that he was denied gushed out of Kenma and the verdict fell: the ending came too soon, or the storyline had been too predictable, but the gameplay had been challenging enough, and the graphics beautiful.

If Kenma had any energy left in him, they would go out and play volleyball until their stomachs growled and their forearms flushed from the impact of tricolor leather on skin. On most days, Kuroo found the door opening on Kenma’s stifled yawn in the morning, the squeaking floor of the volleyball gym in the late afternoon, and walks back home that dragged on into feeding the spotted cat and watching the sun set. The only things on his mind then would be the chemistry exam coming up in two weeks, and most importantly the next practice match they would play against a rival school, how he wanted to reproduce such and such technique he had studied from a taped professional game. He would imagine their team rising up the ranks in tournaments, facing off against Japan’s most revered junior players in the biggest stadium they ever set foot in, and daydream about rebuilding Nekoma’s reputation.

But before looking up at the high, luminous ceiling of the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium, with the best opponents they could ever wish for fighting back tooth and nail, those fields and lanes in suburban Tokyo were Kuroo’s first contact with volleyball. There, on this long strip of grass by the motorway running overhead, he dragged Kenma to play with him for the first time, a little shyly at first, then open-heartedly, as he gushed about volleyball and pointed out the players he admired to Kenma. The timid Kuroo slowly but surely outgrew his carapace, and lured Kenma into trading his joysticks for a different kind of magic—and becoming a friend. There, many kind hands not only lowered the net for Kuroo, but sent him flying over it.

Kenma and coach Nekomata were the first stepping stones, and then, before he knew it, Kuroo’s wings were pried open by a team that covered his back and broke his falls, and which he watched over in turn as if it were his most prized trophy. They bickered to no end, supported each other through every difficult play and predicament, quizzed each other on formulas in the locker room, laughed until all air was sucked out of their lungs, and dried each other’s acid tears.

Finding matters to disagree over with Yaku came as easily as breathing to Kuroo, but always Nekoma’s libero had his back, his whole body arching forward to save the ball before Kuroo could even move. Kai kept their trio balanced, with his goodhearted ability to speak his mind and reliability on and off court. Tora and Lev’s bottomless ambition and competitiveness—Kuroo expected no less from their hotheaded second-year ace and his tall first-year rival—motivated their teammates to never stay behind, to never rest satisfied with their achievements. Inuoka’s rock-solid enthusiasm and perseverance even during the most challenging of games boosted everyone’s morale, while Yuki’s quiet clear-headedness brought sometimes much-needed discipline to the team. One of Fukunaga’s witty comments and mid-game quips were enough to turn the fanged beasts opposing them into toothless kittens, and have the team take a step back, catching their breaths and smiling. Teshiro’s growing tenacity, a brewing desire to stand on the court with his teammates, play the same volleyball as them, ensured that Nekoma’s blood would be renewed.

And then, Kenma. Kuroo knew Kenma’s workings like the back of his hand. How Kenma preferred watching volleyball to playing it, but how the gears rotated in his brain with impressive speed as soon as an opponent piqued his interest. Kuroo found the right buttons to push Kenma to his best.

Thank you for teaching me volleyball.

Kenma had thanked Kuroo for teaching him volleyball, but it was now Kuroo’s turn to thank him. For Nekoma, the budding petals of their spring were bitten off by a returning winter frost as Karasuno earned the victory that sent them onward to the next step. But for Kuroo, it also brought something that he never thought was possible, a springtime promise. That day, Kenma gave Kuroo a new dream.

He had suspected that Kenma had grown to liking volleyball at least a little bit, but he had never imagined a day when he would see him defying earth and sky to stay up on his feet just a second longer, to beg his muscles to move just a little faster and jump just a little higher, even if all the oxygens had to be sucked out of his lungs and his knees buckle. Kenma’s legs had given in the minute that the whistle blew and the ball hit the floor for the last time, at least the last time for Kuroo.

Then Kenma had looked up at him, and even if they had lost, the weak smile that made its way through sweat and exhaustion on his face told Kuroo that nothing had to end there. For Kenma, it was only a new beginning. And for Kuroo, it was a prize without a medal. Then, he could smile through the tears as Kai and him lifted up a sobbing Yaku and walked off the court toward coach Nekomata. Even if their backs were turned to the net, he was convinced that maybe it would not be the last time after all. If there was one thing Kuroo was sure of, it was that he could never part ways with volleyball.

When he had hit this first successful spike, it did not matter that the net was not at the right height or that his landing threw him off his balance, there were no stakes involved. What Kuroo remembered above all was the exhilarating tingling in the palm of his hand and the loud crash of the ball on the opposite side of the court. It was as if there was no net at all. It got him every time, this renewed sense of purpose, a passion that needed no rationale beyond the instinctual thought that he wanted to hit the ball one more time, just one more time.

From the stands of Tokyo Metropolitan Stadium, Kuroo watched Fukurodani win against Mujinazaka, then Karasuno lose to Kamomedai. Nekoma’s spring was over.

*

“Kenma,” Kuroo blinked at the door opening on Kenma’s observant face. But then, his ever calculating, perceptive eyes made the reason behind his visit plain to Kuroo. “Did you come to check up on me?” He could not retain a chuckle, confident to have put his finger on the root of the matter.

“No, I just…” Kenma’s pupils dilated slightly. “I just have this new game I wanted to check out…” he trailed off, alluding to the box Kuroo could glimpse peeking from the pocket of Kenma’s coat. “It’s multiplayer.”

“What’s that for, then?” Kenma glanced at the volleyball caught between his arm and hip as if he were seeing it for the first time. Kuroo remembered Kenma taking his tablet to Hinata in the midst of the Kamomedai match. “Fine.”

He stopped the playful cross-examination, smiling to himself. It might not be such a bad idea to drag himself out of the lethargic state that the Spring Tournament had left him in, somewhere between catching up on sleep, letting his muscles take all the rest they needed, and dwelling on their performance a hundred times over. That infinite rally against Karasuno pursued Kuroo in his dreams, and he would wake up with sore arms, as if the night had turned into yet another volleyball game and he was just gathering speed to throw himself up in the air, to soar over the net.

He stretched out his arms with a deep inhale. “Let’s play the game.”

They ended up playing volleyball. After beating the video game that Kenma had brought in three hours, post-game side quests included, old habits took them outside, like they would since they were kids, to their spot by the motorway. Soon enough, the ball was flying between them in a mechanical back-and-forth, a soothing rhythm that, surprisingly, took Kuroo’s mind off the game against Karasuno as soon as the leather stung his forearms. At the end of the day, he loved playing volleyball more than anything.

Even if there were only a few weeks left until graduation for the third years, and with it the end to Kuroo’s treasured role as Nekoma’s captain, a deep gut feeling took hold of him while playing with Kenma again. That confidence in the future might be misguided, still he wanted to trust it, to rise on his tiptoes and lower the net for himself. He had understood how to do it now.

“What?” Kuroo caught sight of Kenma’s piercing gaze, looking at him even as the ball bounced back off his arms. “Why are you smiling?”

“Nothing.”

“What?”

“I just thought you’d be more depressed than that.” Another brief smile, the kind which only his teammates from Nekoma would be able to read.

“Of course not!” Kuroo spiked the ball gently, so that the precise shot would reach Kenma again. “We made it quite far into Nationals, haven’t we? We even made it to Nationals in the first place. That’s something to be proud of.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know.” Kuroo surrendered to Kenma’s imperturbable stare. “I think… I know what I’m gonna do next. Or what I really want to do next. I’m not gonna quit volleyball. I’ll keep playing at university. If I can’t go pro, then I’ll find another way to do volleyball. Someone has to take care of all the rest too, right? There’s more to volleyball than that.”

“I can see you do that.” Kenma nodded, thoughtful. “You can manipulate people into a lot of things.”

“Hey—Is that even supposed to be a compliment…”

“Well, it also works for the better, sometimes,” Kenma laughed as if he himself were surprised. “I wonder how Karasuno will grow.”

“In lots of predictable ways, as usual for those damn crows,” Kuroo barked out with amused eyes. His overhead pass to Kenma flew faster. “I’m looking forward to that game. You better give ‘em hell, after what you did last time. I wonder how you will grow.”

“No, just thinking about it is exhausting.” Kenma had to jump to knock Kuroo’s pass back to him and he landed on his feet with a guttural mutter of protest. “I’m already tired.”

“C’mon!” Kenma’s complaint was drowned out by Kuroo’s booming laughter. “How can we take down Karasuno next year otherwise?”

“…Let’s go home already.”

Kuroo sent another vigorous pass, and, with each hit, another piece of the load that kept him caged since the Spring Tournament tumbled off his shoulders. His feet broke free of the heavy currents that had kept him prisoner, his body shot up of its own accord, straining to reach the ball that came his way. The stone cold grip of the water thawed away into the warmth of a sun up above. Instead of looking down, looking back, Kuroo’s eyes locked on the ball, what was yet to come, instead of the moment already passed. He would always ask for more, anyway.

*

Playful peace sign and teasing smile, Kuroo snuck into the gymnasium as if it were a second home. This year, once more, the Tokyo summer training camp opened its doors to the promising high schools teams of Kanto, with the addition of their guests from the Miyagi prefecture. From the familiar—even nostalgic, for Kuroo—ambient smell of rubber, drumming of squealing shoes, pounding of volleyballs, and shouting from all directions, there was no question that the training camp was in full swing, even late into the afternoon.

Kuroo knew from experience that when you took your first step inside, when the blazing heat and tireless songs of cicadas became all that remained of the outside world, the vibrating walls of the gymnasium and running laps under a blinding blue sky would be your only horizon for the next days. In the space of seconds, Kuroo was transported back onto this court, with the soles of Yaku’s shoes beating a soft, persistent tempo onto the floor, behind his back, and Kenma in the corner of his eye.

Kuroo caught sight of them right next to the door frame, Hinata crouching, always with a volleyball in his hands, while an exhausted Yamaguchi clutched his bottle of water and took relieved deep breaths. Tsukishima, ever unbothered, readjusted his glasses with taped fingers, while Kenma was showing Kageyama the screen of his phone.

“How are my underlings doing?”

“Kuroo-san!” Hinata greeted Kuroo with a surprised grin.

“I came to make sure you’re working hard. Kenma, you’re gonna take us to Nationals this year again, aren’t you? There’s some setter activity over there.”

“Kuroo-san,” Kageyama nodded politely in his direction.

“We’ll play against each other again, this year too!” Hinata followed up resolutely, while Kenma met his friend’s enthusiasm with a part-sigh, part-smile.

“I see you haven’t changed at all, Shrimpy.” Kuroo laughed approvingly. “What about my student?” His attention shifted to Tsukishima, whose impassive air did not change.

“Who are you again?”

Hinata and Kenma burst out laughing, and Yamaguchi choked on air, barely able to contain laughter.

“Tsukki! Is that how you treat your senior? The one who taught you everything?”

“Isn’t that a bit of a stretch, Kuroo-san?”

“I knew you couldn’t forget me, Tsukki.” Kuroo sniggered and discarded his university backpack. “How’s the training camp going?”

“Some diving drills here and there…” Hinata muttered in a much lower voice, triggering another fit of laughter from Kuroo and Kenma.

“Good ol’ Karasuno and their diving drills.”

“What about you, Kuroo-san? What are you doing now? Do you still play volleyball?”

“Of course! We have a university team. And you all better stay in good shape, because someday I’m gonna organize the greatest volleyball game of all time. I got into a sports journalism program, so that’s not the last you’ll be hearing from me.”

“That’s awesome, Kuroo-san!” Hinata’s face brightened up at the news.

“You’re all the same kind…” Tsukishima put his glasses back on, incredulous.

“Ah, don’t you talk, Tsukki. We all know you got quite hooked on volleyball too, didn’t you?” Kuroo cooed mischievously, as he would always do to poke fun at this junior and provoke him into trying harder.

“Don’t compare me to your kind. That would be rude.”

Kenma simply smiled and resumed his conversation with Kageyama. He had the confirmation now that Kuroo would be okay.

He had already suspected it on that day he had dragged him out to play after their defeat against Karasuno, and had seen the same revived spark in Kuroo’s eyes, the same childlike, purposeless, love for all things volleyball. That passion flowed through Kuroo’s veins, from brain to muscles, thick as blood. Much like Kuroo held Nekoma together, in the first place, it was this inexplicable love that held Kuroo together. As long as he had it, Kenma knew that he did not have to worry too much.

*

Some years later, Kuroo would be flying from Japan to Poland, from Argentina to Brazil, in search of the leading players of world-class volleyball. As astounding as it sounded to his colleagues in the Japanese Volleyball Association, most of them he already knew, be they fated rivals turned into real friends, training camp regulars, faces he had glimpsed at the Spring Tournament, and so many other players whose paths he had crossed in the heyday of his high-school career. As much as their already impressive abilities had flourished over the years, as much experience as they had all gained at home and abroad, scattered all over the globe, most of them really had not changed. The same passion-driven faces smiled back at him and overworked hands shook his, it only took a few well-chosen words to convince each of them. When it came to volleyball, Kuroo knew which buttons to push—because they all worked on him, too.

In the scorching Brazilian sun, Kenma’s exhausted, but entertained, smile had encouraged his online audience to watch the game on August 14th, and Hinata had thanked Kuroo for inviting him with that radiant grin, unchanged over the years. He still felt the same exhilaration about being given an opportunity to play volleyball, that much would always stay the same, Kuroo found out. Even as a key player in the Brazilian volleyball league, a part of Hinata still thought of himself as a first year at Karasuno, eager to play, eager to learn, to seize the entire world in the palm of his hand. Kuroo clasped Hinata’s hand, thinking back to the battle at the garbage dump, and could not help but laugh.

Standing in the stands of the Ōta-City Gymnasium, Kuroo felt as Hinata had that day, in Rio. He watched his creation, the All Star match, come to life before his eyes, with all the players he had convinced to come and the waves of excitement that rocked the audience as the ball flew back and forth between the bounds of the 8x19 rectangle of the court. If he had been asked what he wanted to do some years later, he would have replied that he wanted to keep playing volleyball without missing a beat. But as it had already happened to him so many times before, on that same volleyball court he knew from line to line and corner to corner, each play was just a millimeter away from an unpredictable turn.

That unpredictable turn had taken Kuroo in another direction. There he was, watching Japan’s best players face each other at the center of a tide of jersey numbers and last names worn by overjoyed fans, brought together from across seas and continents by that same shared thrill, the sight of a ball that would or would not hit the floor. Something about blood and connecting, Kuroo supposed.

It was his turn to lower the net for others, now.

[annicht]

teamwork

Kuroo Tetsurou x reader | very suggestive fluff

word count: 1.8k

Warnings: post timeskip Kuroo x coworker! reader, fluff nsfw-ish language

@ anni says: I'm Kuroo Tetsurou's whore. neways, this was just another self indulgent drabble that was lost in my drafts. [cover by loony, go give her some lov]

the lingering stares, the coffee excuses, the light subtle touches while exchanging papers, the gossipy chatting every lunch break,

the way you look so goddamn hot when you’re focused in your work and how that sometimes distracts him from his own work…

and also the inhuman strenght he needed to gather to divert his stare from your plump thighs when you cross your legs under the desk… the privileged view from his desk across from yours can be also a burden sometimes

and then there’s that damn high heels you use… not often, though. only when there’s important meetings. makes you feel more confident, you said once. but god, when you use it he just want to lay on the floor for you to step on him

there’s more and more and so much more about the office bond he shares with you that irks him both in the right and wrong ways.

working in the JVA marketing implied that your most strong stakeholder was the promotion division, once the areas needed each other to thrive

therefore, makes total sense that you and Kuroo were so close to each other, right?

so it’s normal when you’re training a new intern and he tags along with the excuse to help you, but spends the whole time glaring menacingly at the guy when he stares at your cleavage a little to much, isn’t it?

or when he passes by your desk, leaving a chocolate every other week, with his handwriting in a note thay says “that presentation was sick, congratulations ;]” or “you deserve a raise, but take this chocolate in the meantime >:)” or some other silly thing that makes you smile

your eyes always dart to him, flashing a playful smile

but you also can’t help but think to yourself that he wanna fuck you so bad— and the thought itself is so entertaining that you shake your head, snorting, as he eyes you puzzled

the tension is clear for you as much as it is for him… he, too, checked all your boxes. a handsome smoking hot smart and competent man that has his eyes set on you? you’d be crazy not to enjoy

so, eventually, you would throw paper balls at him while he’s focused, making him roll his eyes and smirk

but also, you bring him coffee when you go get it for you. you know how he likes, he works so close to you, why wouldn’t you bring him one too?

and the glint in his eyes makes it worth it every damn time

neither of you were making the first move so soon, but everyone in the office knows about the unspoken bond you share, gaining some attention in gossip groups around the floor

but then, one day, you were working until very late, apparently alone at the office.

and suddenly, he popped up back in the office after having left already, with a can of beer, a loosened tie, two buttons opened, walking torwards your desk, placing the beer on your desk, beside your papers

you looked at him tilting your head puzzled

“Where did you get that?”

“At the bar across the street”

you tilted your head even more

“You were at the bar across the street and came back to the office to hand me a beer?”

“Exactly”

he said matter-of-factly, making you snort. his words were subtly slured, indicating he drank enough to get at least tipsy

“Why?”

“Why not?”

he answered shrugging, and you read through his attempt to divert the topic. but you also know he’s very stubborn, so you just brush it off

“How did you even know I was still in the office? It’s late…”

you say, while opening the can and looking at the hour on your computer

“It’s the first Monday of the month, you always stay late finishing the monthly report… Besides, I saw the light on from across the street… just put two and two together”

“Damn, you’re good—”

you say, amazed at how he memorized your routine by now, while sipping your beer, sighing as the cold liquid soothes your tense muscles, feeling the last motivation to end the report today getting obliterated

he watches your every move like a hawk, walking sneakly behind your chair to rub your shoulders

you sigh, feeling a chill down your spine with his touches, humming softly with the massage

“You’re done with the report?“ he asked, his fingers rubbing circles in your back muscles, sliding to your shoulders. you lean in his touch

“No… But I think I can finish it tomorrow morning,” you reply, trying to suppress the pleasure in your voice from his magical touch.

he chuckles lightly, lowering his torso to lean closer, his breath hitting your neck, making you shiver embarrassingly

“That’s what I thought,” he says softly, his hands never ceasing their movements, the tension that’s been building between the two of you for months feels like it’s finally reaching a boiling point

before things get awkward, you start to stand up from your chair, closing your laptop on the desk, sipping your beer casually,

he took advantage of the moment to pull your chair away, leaning closer, his chest pressing against your back, his mouth on your ear

“Don’t I deserve a… reward… for the beer and the massage?”

he whispered, his words borderline suggestive, the warmth of his breath making your heart race, his arms encircling your waist in a new way… despite your supposed closeness, it’s the first time you feel him this close.

his voice is like velvet, seductive and irresistible, making you question if this was a good idea.

you pathetically place your free hand on the desk to anchor yourself, feeling the weight of the intensity that has been building between you

”Is that what you’ve been thinking about all this time? Pinning me on the desk when there’s no one around?“

you whisper back, your voice dropping to a sensual tone as you lean back in his chest, looking at him through your shoulder

the tension is palpable, your mutual attraction finally coming to a head. you put your beer down on the desk, meeting his gaze with a daring look, ready to cross the line you’ve been flirting with for so long.

“And what if I have?” he whispers back, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. “What are you going to do about it?”

his challenge hangs in the air between you, a gauntlet thrown down, waiting for you to pick it up.

and that’s exactly what you do.

you turn around to face him, raising your chin to line your mouth with his, as his hands unconsciously sneak around your waist and your hands rests on his chest

“I might just finally kiss you… would that be bad?”

his eyes darken when he realizes you’re on the same page, his hands working to pull you closer.

“That might be the best idea you’ve ever had,”

and just like that, you two give up, succumbing to the tension building for months,

he leans in, or you lean in… its indistinguishable who kissed who first, but you capture each other’s lips in a heated intense kiss, your tongues already seeking each other’s and you taste the faint malt of the beers he had earlier, sighing with the deliciousness of it all

he gives one step further, boxing you on the desk behind, making you lean back, his hand traveling down your hips

you retaliate, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting softly, making him groan

he pushes his tongue inside your mouth again, and you gladly take it, sucking on it, kissing him back with the same passion

it feels almost relieving having him like this after so much tension building. it feels right.

he parts the kiss, but keeps his lips on your jaw, leaving a trace of wet kisses down, reaching your neck

you lean your head back, giving him free reign there, which he gladly take it, switching from kisses to bites, making you moan softly

your moan unlock something primal in his brain, and one of his hand on your hips travel down your thigh, reaching the back of your knee, pushing up on his waist, while the other arm encircle your waist, pushing you flush against him

all that while assaulting your neck with languig nibbles, and you can’t help but let out a chuckled moan with a smug smile

“Fuckk… eagerrr, are we?”

you say, low and purring, and the way you draw the words from your mouth goes straight to his pants, making his cock twitch, unconsciously grinding his hips against your thigh.

he grins, groaning a little in your neck, the tone vibrating against your chest

it takes you the damn last bit of strenght to knock some sense into him

“Mmhm… Kuroo… there’s cameras in the office… ”

you say slightly breathless, threading your fingers in his hair, gripping, trying to pull him away from your neck

“Call me Tetsurou”

he say lowly and you can’t help but huff a breathy chuckle

“Tetsurou…” you say, rolling his name from your tongue, liking the sound of it “there’s cameras—”

“They’re not gonna check the cameras unless something gets stolen…”

“We’re not fucking in the office,” you say categorically, your last ethical straw working doubled against the wetness in your panties

he parts from your neck, looking straight at you with hazel hazy eyes, his lips curling in his famous lazy smirk with a hint of smugness

“Oh? So we are fucking then?”

you narrow your eyes, he got you now.

you snort, grabbing his tie and pulling him for another kiss, mumbling a quick “Shut up”

he kiss you while chuckling against your mouth, his hand on your thigh progressing further, sliding your skirt up and invading under the hem of the clothing, feeling the soft skin he drooled so many times before—

“Not here, Tetsuro—”

he grumbles, releasing your thigh and raising his hands in mocking surrender

“Okay, okay… I get it” he says, then he takes your hand, pulling you closer to him “but you’re coming to my place now, and I’m not taking no for an answer”

as you two leave the workplace giggling and holding hands, your coworkers on the bar across the street watch the scene, all ready to let the gossip spread, but also knowing it was bound to happen eventually

[maeism]

KURONEKO tetsurō kuroo ; prologue black cat

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; ⎯⎯ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ; (291)

nine lives seems like plenty of time to live. loving, long, and overdue. anything could happen in those nine lives. happy, sad and miserable. 

they say a cat has nine lives. nine chances to escape, to cheat death, to begin again. 

but what if these rules, these nine lives, were applied to people? to love. 

love, too, can survive things that should have ended it. it can endure heartbreak, distance, regret, hurt. it can die and come back, weaker or stronger, better or worse.

you can give love nine tries before it disappears. before passion turns to habit. before want turns to need. before love turns to lust. 

before it turns into something unrecognizable. 

how unfair it is, to love this much, only to never get it right.

kuroo and y/n gave love a try. and another, and one more. falling, crashing, failing, and again and again and again. until one day, there were no chances left. 

each time they found their way back to each other. 

each time, love felt a little different, a little worn, a little harder to hold on to. as if, with every try they inched closer to the edge. 

each time, they swore it would be the last.

maybe love was never meant to have nine tries. maybe, if they needed that many, it was already doomed. 

but if that were true,

why did they keep trying?

why did it feel like love always returned? or rather, why did it feel like it was never gone?

why did he still look at her like that?

why, after everything they went through, did it still feel unfinished?

nine lives should've been enough. 

maybe they were. 

or maybe, just maybe,

love has one more left. 

a/n : i'm so excited to start this project and i really hope you enjoy it as much as i do !

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[alienishenart]

Kuroo Tetsuro

You asked for him so here he is

[reineydraws]

your irregular reminder that i peddle the kryk agenda and that yaku is my favourite 🥰

[cottonlemonade]

Marriage Of Convenience [Part 1]

word count: 1705 || avg. reading time: 7 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Kuroo x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn, slice of life

warnings: spoilers

synopsis: Marriage is not a big deal, right? Anyone can do it and it comes with a whole lot of benefits! That’s why your friend proposes to you one morning with all the elegance and romance of an empty pudding cup.

The honey drizzled in deep golden ribbons onto the still warm buttered toast. The first signs of spring were in the air and the thickly plumed sparrows chattering on your balcony outside the kitchen window, hopping from railing to empty plant pots, almost drowned out the noise from the busy road down below. In typical Monday morning fashion, you only half-paid attention to your breakfast while you scrolled through your emails, picking out the important from the irrelevant and barely took note of the front door opening. Shuffling footsteps hurried along the short hallway. A few moments later, Tetsuro plopped down across from you, snatching a grape from your plate.

You looked up from your phone with a cocked brow when he took a second one, and he held your eyes questioningly, the grapes still bulging out his cheeks like a hamster, “What? You want them back?”

With pursed lips, you pushed your plate to the middle of the table and bit off a corner of toast, still scrolling.

“Did you see the email from Mr Maeda?”

Testuro nodded, “That guy really has nothing better to do on a Sunday than count coffee filters and complain about the office’s excessive caffeine consumption.”

You got up to quickly reheat the kettle for a second cup of tea, “I’ll have to go to the downtown office this morning, but I should be done by lunch. Wanna meet up at that new sushi place?”

“Sure thing. - Oh! Also, I went down quite the rabbit hole last night and I wanted to run something by you.”

“Is this a “I can’t believe pandas ever made it this far” or more a “we should totally start our own quilting business” kind of rabbit hole?”

Steam rose from the spout of the kettle, and you began pouring it over the loose green tea you knew was his favorite.

“How would you feel about getting married?”

You almost broke your neck, snapping your head around to look at him, “What?”

“It’s not weird, I promise. I saw this video of a couple yesterday who talked about how they were tired of dating and annoyed that they were getting overlooked on apartment hunts, perks at work, always being hounded by their families about when they’d finally find someone etc. and so just decided to marry their best friend. And I looked into it, they’re completely right! The amount of benefits married couples get is insane! And don’t even get me started on taxes.”

The cup was by now overflowing, and hot water trickled steadily from your kitchen counter onto your house slipper. You didn’t notice it because you were still staring at him.

“You’re dripping.”, he informed you, helpfully.

With a little shake of your head, you returned to reality in which Kuroo Tetsuro, local office dork, just casually suggested marrying him over a half-eaten slice of toast and remnants of grape stalks.

He went and grabbed the dish towel from the hook by your sink and crouched down to wipe up the small puddle. As he did, he looked up at you, continuing, “Anyway, I figured since I’m not seeing anyone, and you’re also nowhere near close to marriage-”

“Hey!”

“I thought I’d ask.”

“Are you gonna randomly propose to other people if I don’t say yes?”

“I dunno, actually. - Don’t think so. Why?”

You took a deep breath and accepted the wet towel he held out to mop up the rest from the counter.

“Alright. I’m not saying yes, yet!”, you clarified quickly as he was about to raise his hand for a high five, “I’m saying: bring me some actual facts about this, not just social media hearsay, and then I’ll decide.”

“You got it. I’ll present my findings to you by tomorrow night.” He ended with his most professional nod, then smiled and began clearing your table so you could head to work together.

After the morning meeting, you heavily neglected your tasks to sort your thoughts. A spreadsheet was made and pros and cons began slowly filling in either side of the neat list.

Pros:

> Tax deductions (!)

> he knows how to do laundry and picks up after himself

> Respectful, most of the time

> fun and comfortable to be around

> I’d not be offended if people assumed we’re married

You paused and looked at a small plant pot on your desk, deep in further consideration. Then you took to your keyboard again.

Cons:

> might have to pretend like all of his jokes are suddenly funny

> having to explain the situation to everyone

Your fingers stopped typing and after a heartbeat or two you deleted the last line, writing instead:

> having to pretend to be married in front of everyone

Much to your surprise, he didn‘t address the elephant in the room over lunch right away. Instead, you talked as per usual about this, that and everything, pulling small plates with bites of sushi from the conveyor belt in front of you. He had his tie flipped over his shoulder and the JVA lanyard was safely tucked in the breast pocket of his shirt to not accidentally dunk it in the little dish of wasabi and soy sauce in front of you. In your mind, you quietly added “good table manners” to the pro list.

“What’s up?”, he asked as he stacked an empty plate onto the ever-growing dish tower.

“Nothing.”

“Yes, there is.”

“Nope.”

“Come on, I might be your husband soon, we should be able to tell each other everything.”, he grinned.

“You’re very on board with this whole idea.”, you noted after a short pause.

Tetsuro made that smile he always did when he was about to deliver an awful pun, “One could say I’m pretty married to it, yes.”

You continued, unperturbed, “What about your dad? What would you tell him?”

“He likes you.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“He’s gonna be fine as long as I am.” Tetsuro dipped the salmon of a nigiri in soy sauce and held it out to feed you - a poor attempt to distract.

“Don’t worry so much about it.”, he said to his very worried friend with a reassuring shrug when you took the bite, “He knows you make me happy. And that’s all there is to it.”

“I make you happy, do I?”

“Yeah, of course. What - don’t I make you happy?”, he grinned.

“Well.” With a raised brow, you pulled out your phone and, after a bit of tapping, turned the screen to show him your list.

Squinting a little, he produced his glasses from his pocket and put your phone on the table to scroll through the bullet points.

“Okay, first of all, I can’t see anything on here about my looks. That should be a major pro. Just look at these glasses.”, he gestured to the dark frames, “Don’t they scream office siren? That should definitely go into the pro column. You should write that not only am I gonna be an amazing husband but also some real eye candy”, under his breath he added, “which one might argue is the healthiest kind of candy.” He smirked at his own joke.

“That’s not relevant, though.”, you countered.

He disagreed, “It’s very relevant for bragging rights. I know, I’ll brag about you non-stop. Just look at how you did this Excel spreadsheet. Dream girl right there.”

“I know you’re joking, but I’m actually very proud of my skills, thank you very much.” You snatched the phone away again and answered his smile with your own. Maybe it really wouldn’t be so bad after all.

The following night, you settled in on his couch waiting for him to make his case, although, if you were honest, in your mind you were already picturing what life with him as a glorified roommate would be like. Tetsuro tipped on his laptop for about a minute, then rolled up his sleeves and turned on the TV. It showed the title card to a PowerPoint presentation by the name of Why You Should Marry Me. The next slide, reached by the click of a button from the little black remote in his hand, let you know that it was sub-sectioned into Perks, More Perks, Possible Issues and Even More Perks.

“Do you have any questions?”, he asked once the final slide read Thank you for your attention.

You took a deep, quiet breath, looking down at the empty notepad in your lap and back up at him.

“Nope. Let’s do it.”

He beamed and clicked the remote again. It jumped to a new title card: Guidelines For Our Happy Marriage.

Thanks to Tetsuro’s extensive research you had a list of needed paperwork ready to go and after a quick trip to your country’s embassy you soon stood in line at City Hall on Friday afternoon, both still in your office clothes, to get married. It felt much more like an errand than anything else, like popping into a convenience store on your way home from work because you forgot the milk on your last trip to the supermarket. Stacks of documents were signed and stamped, and once you were done, you received a coupon for a nearby restaurant as a gift. When you stepped out of the tall unassuming building, the last slivers of sunbeams peeked through the alleys and the streets were bathed in a subtle golden-gray glow. You came to a halt at the bottom of the steps.

“How do you feel?”, you asked.

He stretched his neck and rolled his shoulders as if looking for a crank somewhere. “No different. You?”

You shook out your body as well, more so to make fun of him than anything else, and shrugged, “Nope. All good.”

On your walk to the restaurant for your discount wedding dinner, you simply carried on your usual conversations about a book you were currently reading and thought out loud about what you would pick off the menu.

The only indication that anything had changed was that when you reached your table, he pulled up the chair with a slight bow saying, “Mrs Tax Deduction.” and you played coy and did a small curtsy before sitting down with the reply of, “Too kind, Mr Tax Deduction.”

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a/n: sooo, here we are. I really hope you’ll enjoy this one ✨

Huge thank you to @haikyu-mp4 for listening to me ramble about this incessantly and for brainstorming and for helping me edit.

[Part 2]

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parfum d'étoiles | k.akaashi

introductions; the miseducation of bokuakakurotsukkiken

⋆｡°✩ keiji akaashi

he loves 'all about lily chou chou' and 'neon genesis evangelion' , a bit of a loser but it's commonly understood across the campus that he's quite attractive. keiji wears thrifted, archival fashion, but also buys modern clothing - doesn't indulge in fast fashion. he wears women's pants that he thrifts and he shares clothes with tsukishima a lot but they're sometimes baggy on him. he used to drink a lot of coffee, but switched to genmaicha right before university started. has a dog named pochi , breed is undecided (akaashi likes cats too but his mom likes dogs). he really likes kiyoko's sense of style and buys from her depop often - also is a deep reader and helps tsukishima with his booktok account.

⋆｡°✩ kei tsukishima

he made a booktok account as a joke to clown on colleen hoover but then blew up (i think of daniel yeo when i think of tsuki as a creator), he's just been posting occasionally since then but has a nice following he enjoys interacting with. tsukishima is a big fan of cable knit sweaters and corduroy pants, he dresses quite casually but owns a couple of more expensive pieces, all thrifted not made to wear. even though he doesn't care about his own fashion, he loves buying the photography archives of fashion designers and looks through them often. he likes chai lattes or oolong tea. he likes a range of music, but focuses on radiohead the most. he hates a lot of mainstream booktok books , colleen hoover, icebreaker etc, but also hates murakami , dazai and bukowski.

⋆｡°✩ tetsuro kuroo

he's kind of cool if you try to forget the fact that he actively tries so seem cooler. suffers from soo much fomo it's actual insanity (based off of one of my irls). he loves r&b , the REALEST ms lauryn hill fan, but has a wide range of music taste as well. he's the glue in this group chat and it would be dead if it wasn't him and bokuto spamming it all the time. he loves croissants and old libraries even if he doesn't read, he likes the ambience while he's catching up on his university lectures. he skips all of them (self indulgent). he changes his bio on twitter every 25 minutes and it's just the captions of tiktoks he giggled from - it's abhorred. i think a lot of people look at him from afar because he's quite attractive but his aura is so intimidating that no one goes up to him..

⋆｡°✩ kotaro bokuto

bokuto is a very rowdy and energetic person, which is why he's perfect to be akaashi's best friend! he struggles a bit with being too pushy. especially with akaashi who he sometimes forces to do things he doesn't want to do. he's sort of slow and unaware, but he means the best for everybody. he has no opps. he unironically plays roblox (uses his younger cousins as an excuse but actually loves it) and his favourite games are dress to impress and gym simulator. unlike akaashi, bokuto stayed friends with yn after high school ended but just doesn't talk to her as often - him and yn were never as close as akaashi and yn. bokuto really likes cheese, especially gouda, but also flightless birds.

⋆｡°✩ kenma kozume

kenma is winning every single idgaf war on the entire planet, i'm not even kidding. (but on a more serious note, he does look out for his friends in his own special way). he loves any sort of energy drink, and his favourite food is tiramisu because it wakes him right up and he likes mascarpone. he strictly wears uniqlo airism shirts and rotates through 4 different pairs of pants (jeans, gray sweatpants, black sweatpants and jorts). he likes to stay home and watch films with akaashi, play different games with bokuto and have long conversations with tsukishima. they all used to live separately (bokuaka , kuroken and then tsukki by himself before moving in all together)

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- Tetsuro Kuroo ִֶָᐟ ִֶָᐟ

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖⌬˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ A/n - HIII GUYSSS im so back i have no more writers block or anything, lowkey got the writers curse because a couple days after i started writing i got into a car accident and i think thats when my writers block started 💔💔 ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY this super short kuroo fic i wrote!! (Even though its not blue lock)

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖⌬˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ word count - 468

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖⌬˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ synopsis - Kuroo is helping you learn chemistry when you cant help but be so distracted by how attractive he is.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖⌬˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ content - pretty gender neutral i think, time skip kuroo, college au, modern fic, kuroo’s a little submissive in this post.

“kuroooo” you groan making circles on your paper as you’ve been stuck on the same problem for the last 30 minutes, your every attempt to solve the problem ending in utter failure. “[Name], balancing equations CANNOT be that hard.” Rolling his eyes he takes your pencil and begins too re-explain the subject you had been trying to understand for two hours now. “Look” he begins writing “you see this carbon?? How many atoms does it have?” “6, carbon has 6 atoms” “okay so now that you know carbon has 6 atoms you can then…”

Honestly you start to zone out chemistry was so fucking boring, and kuroo he was just so hot, you cant even focus when hes teaching you. The way he completely geeks out when it comes to the subject, the way he licks his lips and fixes his hair, or the way he adjusts himself and stretches out his body a slight groan replacing where words should be. You couldn’t help but get distracted everything about him was so attractive it didn’t matter what he did.

“And THATS why the answer is CO2 + H2O → C6H12O6 + O2” a pleased look on his face after showing to you how to get the correct answer on a problem you weren’t paying attention to at all. “huh?? OH RIGHT CO2 + H2O → C6H12O6 + O2 got it!!” “Were you even listening to me??” Frowning he puts down the pencil and looks at you face to face eyes connected, but you cant help but look down at his lips, glistening and soft a nice rosey pink. “Yeah of course i was i just said CO2 + H2O → C6H12O6 + O2” trying to convince that you were definitely paying attention. “You liar you weren’t listening, whats the point of me trying to teach you if you aren’t even gonna listen” pouting he begins to pack his stuff up, all his books and his papers and his pencils turning his head away from you.

“Kuroo stop, im sorry i swear i was listening.” no response “kuroo don’t ignore me, come on.” Silence, Fuck it You think grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss, his soft lips gracefully following Your movements as you deepen the kiss, it starts off slow but quickly gains momentum. He seems starved of you, of your touch, everything. he’s starting to get handsy. Hands moving from the sides of your face to the sides of your hips pulling you closer. Its getting tense The rooms getting hot and you can practically hear him whimper in between breathes. “Kuroo” “hmm” he hums kissing down your neck leaving small bruises. “Kuroo we didnt finish the lesson” “oh right im sorry, lets continue where we left off” he says blushing and wiping his lips.

THE END

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖⌬˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ A/n - I super hope you guys enjoyed!!! Sorry about any spelling or punctuation mistakes i did NOT proofread!! I hope to write more in the future, character and story ideas are always welcome i love you!!

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[miyamoratsumuu]

at midnight

↳ kuroo tetsuro being the dork he is, had the audacity to give you butterflies this late in the evening. kuroo tetsuro x gender neutral reader fluff note: <...) is a message from kuroo while (...> is a message from you^^ text in italic are your thoughts

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"Will I really be able to finish this tonight?" You thought to yourself as you glanced over at your list of assignments, projects, and whatnot. "Well, it isn’t even 10:30 yet. I could push through with this. It’s the chemistry ones left anyway." That was your attempt to stay optimistic given your current situation.

Minutes passed, and you continued to work through your school tasks for the night. After a while, you paused. Again. "Geez, it feels like these are never-ending." You scanned around your desk until your eyes landed on your phone resting beside you. "Hm. Taking a break wouldn’t hurt now, would it?" With that, you grabbed your phone, unlocked it, and immediately opened a social media app.

It was most likely that you didn’t notice that time passed by so quickly. You only figured that out once you glanced at the top of your phone screen, where the time was displayed. "Huh," you blinked. "IT’S 11 ALREADY?" You turned off the phone and placed it back on your desk. You blame the phone. You blame the personality tests that begged to be answered. You blamed the teasers for a new anime movie that was going to premiere; your blaming was cut off by your phone screen lighting up with a message notification. You looked over to examine whose contact was on the notification. You were surprised, to say the least.

tetsuro !! <wyd?)

(assignments. why?> sent 11:06pm

tetsuro !! <assignments huh)

tetsuro !! <says the one who posted their "which spongebob character are you" test results just 5 minutes ago)

You scoffed and laughed. "Am I really amused just by that? Well, I wouldn’t complain;” For the first time tonight, you answered your own question.

You ended up debating with yourself about whether or not you should show that you were entertained by him. In between your thoughts, a notification appeared on your screen again.

tetsuro !! <you take way too long to reply sometimes, y’know?)

tetsuro !! <and here I was about to offer help with your homework, you lazy butt)

(I’m not lazy, for your information> sent 11:12

tetsuro !! <yeah yeah, u're really hardworking, I know)

Why exactly did that make you smile? God, you could imagine Kuroo’s smirk through the phone. You wish you could just slap it off of him. Despite that, though, you accepted his offer to lend you a hand with your tasks, and so he facetimed you and fulfilled his promise. All the while, sometimes in between, the both of you told each other about your day and shared a few laughs. The two of you finished up a little after 11:50 and ended the call.

(hey, thanks sm again!!> sent 11:56

tetsuro !! <you’re welcome, it’s no problem. Anything for you;) )

“;)” You smiled. Again. But before you could reply, three dots appeared at the bottom left of your screen. He was typing.

tetsuro !! <alright, well it’s really late now lmao)

tetsuro !! <I’ll message you again tomorrow morning before we get to school)

tetsuro !! <gn:) )

Reading the messages, your heart skipped a beat. But before you get carried away with your thoughts again, you typed a reply.

(mkayy, goodnightt!! See u tomorrow:)> sent 12:00

Placing your phone back on the desk, you close your eyes in thought. "How will I be able to get some shut-eye straight away when my heart can’t calm down?" That was another question you didn’t answer. “Damn rooster head” You ended up dozing off quickly anyway.

You never thought you’d feel the most joy at midnight. You really do learn new things every day.

☁︎ were the timestamps on purpose and meant to do something? honestly idek either

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prostreamer kenma and uhm whatever the fuck kuroo does theyre 100% the richest couple in the time skip

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• #haikyu!! volleyball is fun g-rated | ongoing | /!\ manga spoilers thread fanfictions and one shots

“and yet, shoyo gets up. day after day, he pushes himself a little further off the ground.”

• #kurootetsuro it’s time to dream of serious things g-rated | 3.2k canon compliant

In which Kuroo Tetsuro takes a chance on the future, because he cannot quit volleyball.

“When he had hit this first successful spike, it did not matter that the net was not at the right height or that his landing threw him off his balance, there were no stakes involved. What Kuroo remembered above all was the exhilarating tingling in the palm of his hand and the loud crash of the ball on the opposite side of the court. It was as if there was no net at all. It got him every time, this renewed sense of purpose, a passion that needed no rationale beyond the instinctual thought that he wanted to hit the ball one more time, just one more time.”

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I didn’t acknowledge the dababy

(y/n) went through pintrest to look for ideas

kuroo was in his thoughts of how conception works

short coming but up next should be longer!

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hey guys i am back! sorry for a long butt hiatus(?) and disappearance, heading on to a new chapter of life and remembered this smau and wanted to get back on it :sob: again apology for a short chapter tho I’ll update tomorrow

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A misunderstanding makes you feel insecure.

Haikyu x Reader w/c: 1.4k // 1.1k warnings: just a lil angst, but fluffy endings. a/n: back on my haikyu bullshit bc life is tough rn and i needed something pure and wholesome. post!timeskip, hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader characters: Tsukishima Kei // Kuroo Tetsuro

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Tsukishima Kei

When Tsukishima first met you in university, he had taken notice of you, though you didn’t really start talking until you were paired for a research assignment. While he was just a tad nervous when you invited him to your apartment to work on it, he didn’t mind as you lived nearby.

An observant person, Tsukishima soon took note of your little quirks, many of which he silently regards as endearing. Your eyes would widen, sparkling with interest as you stumbled upon new articles and discoveries during your research. You always brewed a fresh pot of tea and grabbed something extra at the bakery when you knew he was coming over.

When he told you he plays volleyball for the Sendai Frogs, he was taken aback by how interested you seemed. He informed you about his position and that he started playing because of his older brother. Pink dusted his cheeks when you asked if you could attend his next match, which he agreed to. During the match, a few of his teammates gave him nudges and sly smirks. "You just seem really into the game today, Tsukishima-kun."

Your friendship persisted even after your project had been turned in, and while Tsukki was surprised, he also found that he was relieved. He enjoyed your company, after all. The thought of parting ways with you made his heart skip a beat like some lovesick teenager.

Toward the end of the semester, you're approaching the lecture hall you share with Tsukishima when you spot him talking to one of your classmates, a girl. The sight makes your stomach flip and you freeze, watching their interaction from afar.

"I just wanted to give you this, Tsukishima-kun," she begins nervously, handing him a box of sweets wrapped in pink paper.

"Oh, thanks." His tone is unexpressive as ever.

"You play volleyball, right? Maybe I could come to watch you sometime!"

She's barely finished speaking before he responds, "sorry, but I don't really like having people come to my games. You know, focus and all..."

He trails off and she tries her best to recover. "O-Okay! No problem! I'll see you around."

She scurries away and you can just barely hear him grumble something about annoying admirers and wanting to be left alone. You realize you stopped breathing at some point and all you can think while you harshly exhale is 'oh, god.'

Over the past few months, you had certainly developed a crush on Tsukishima. You feel awful about having gone to quite a few of his games when, evidently, he must have found it irritating. You're staring into nothing with wide eyes when you hear your name being called.

Your head snaps in the direction it came from and your gaze meets Tsukishima's as he approaches you. He greets you as he usually does and you stutter out a reply. Walking into the classroom together, he's squinting at you out of the corner of his eye. It's clear to him that something is up.

"You okay?" he asks as you both slide into your usual seat beside one another.

"Of course!"

That's how the next few days pass--- he knows something is wrong and you pretend that everything is fine. You're quieter than usual and you haven't invited him to hang out at all. Since you're typically the one to take initiative, Tsukishima is left feeling a little lost.

When you don't come to his next game, he finally decides he's going to have to figure out how to resolve whatever is going on. It's already dark outside by the time the team finishes, but he still heads in the direction of your apartment.

With each step, he wracks his mind trying to figure out what the hell he's even going to even say. Did he do something wrong? Have you grown tired of him and his cynicism?

Standing in front of your apartment door, it occurs to him that you might not even be home. He knocks apprehensively and the door swings open a few moments later.

"Tsukki!" you squeak out.

You're in your pajamas, a sight he's never seen before, and it makes his mind go blank. He tries desperately to keep his eyes from trailing down to your thin top and flannel shorts.

"Can I come in?" he finally asks.

"S-sure!" you step aside. "I'll go get some tea started."

He can't help but smile as you hurry off, thinking you might be the cutest person he's ever met. Instead of making his way to the couch, he leans against the doorframe to the kitchen. "Do you need a hand?"

"That's alright, it'll just be a few minutes," you say, reaching up to a high shelf for a tin of tea leaves.

He's behind you in an instant, his body pressed to your back as he grabs the one he knows is your favorite. "This one, right?"

"Yeah, thanks!"

Shocked your voice doesn't betray you, your heart is now hammering in your chest with impossible force. He's still close behind you as he sets it down on the counter. Scratching the back of his neck nervously, he takes a step back.

Once you finish filling the kettle, he speaks up. "Is it okay if I ask you something?"

Setting it down on the stove and turning on the burner, you turn to give him your full attention. "Always."

The way you look up at him expectantly makes him swallow and clear his throat. "I was wondering if everything is okay?"

"What do you mean, Tsukki?"

"Um, you just haven't seemed like yourself the past few days."

He hopes his vague answer is enough, but you tilt your head to the side. "How so?"

If he didn't know any better, he'd think you were trying to torture him.

"Well, you've been less talkative," he nearly winces at how pitiful he sounds. "And then when you didn't come to my game tonight..."

He can't think of what else to say, cursing the way his cheeks heat up. You hardly notice though, too caught up in your own embarrassment and avoiding his eye.

"Oh, that!" you laugh nervously. "You see, I may have... overheard you talking to our one classmates the other day..."

The look on his face tells you he has no idea what you're referring to.

"She gave you a gift a-and asked to come to see you play, but you told her you didn't like when people came to your games." You're talking very quickly by this point. "I-I didn't want to annoy you-"

Tsukishima's eyes nearly pop out of his head in disbelief and he starts to laugh at the situation, but you think he's laughing at you. At first, he fails to notice that tears have begun to slip down your cheeks.

"I'm sorry Tsukki," you apologize, lip quivering.

That gets his attention right away, a look of horror taking over his features.

"No, no, no! I wasn't- I didn't mean to laugh!" His words are jumbled and he tries his best to slow them. "It's just that you're not people, you're... you."

"Oh," you say while wiping at your eyes, not quite yet processing the meaning behind his words.

You still seem so sad and it tugs at Tsukishima's chest, making him panic.

"I like you!" he blurts out and your watery eyes dart up toward his face. "I'm sorry, I thought I was more obvious about it than I was. I-I missed seeing you in the stands tonight and talking to you in class and coming over afterward and-"

He keeps rambling on and you think it might be the longest you'd ever heard the usually very matter-of-fact man speak for. He only stops when you start to giggle, your hand covering your mouth in an attempt to hide it.

The kettle suddenly whistles, breaking any sort of tension that might have lingered between the two of you. You swiftly remove it from the heat before turning back to him.

"I like you, too, Tsukki."

He breathes a sigh of relief, eyes flicking between each of your own. His honesty just moments ago has him surprised and while he'd usually be uncomfortable in a situation like this, oddly enough, he's not.

There's a ghost of a smile adorning his face and he spends a second just looking at you. 'You're... you,' he considers his words from earlier and knows that this is what he meant. You're different from most people. You make him feel at ease.

"You should call me Kei," he states simply, before moving to prepare the tea just the way he knows you like it.

Kuroo Tetsuro

One afternoon, Kuroo stopped by the coffee shop across from his office building downtown. Pulling the door open, he caught the reflection of a person around his age in the glass. As he moved so that he could hold it open for you, you thanked him with a small smile.

You caught his attention, dressed for some seemingly important job, your hair just a touch messy, but in a way that looked good. While you waited in line, he asked you about your day and his charming small talk left you a blushing mess.

You were in front of him in line, but once you finished telling the barista what you wanted, he stepped up to add his own drink to the order. "On me, of course."

Two years later, you're living together in a cozy apartment and you couldn't be happier. Kuroo is everything you could ever ask for--- charismatic, reliable, thoughtful. It was even his idea that the two of you go out for dinner after work every Thursday.

So when that day of the week finally rolls around, you finish your tasks for the day and head over to his nearby office to meet up. You get off the elevator on his floor and make your way down the hallway, noticing his door is open a few inches. You stop once you hear voices inside.

“Isn’t it hard having a partner, though? I mean, always having someone around, not being able to relax and do your own thing.”

The voice is unfamiliar and your head tilts to the side as you listen.

Your boyfriend chuckles, hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck. “I suppose they can be a lot sometimes.” 

Inwardly, Kuroo reflects on your late-night bouts of energy when he’s half asleep, your ramblings about the newest show you’ve been watching (he truly does try his hardest to keep up), your habit of constantly asking him for reassurance even though you’re so far out of his league it’s unreal. 

You can’t see the fond smile that bashfully plays on his lips or hear the thoughts running through his mind. Left with just his words alone, you deflate as you’re overcome by embarrassment. 'Well, he's not wrong,' you think.

“Then what’s the point?” the other person wonders.

You can’t bear to hear Kuroo's answer, so you move away from the door and attempt to swallow the lump in your throat. The fact that you’re about to burst into tears at his work, of all places, is probably why he thinks the way he does. A humorless laugh passes your lips as you berate yourself. You dip into the bathroom and force yourself to take a few deep breaths before anyone can see you.

If only you had waited a few moments longer, you would have heard Kuroo's response. "I figured out pretty quickly they could be a handful sometimes, but it's part of what made me love them, you know?"

"No, gross. Don't go all sappy on me, senpai," the young intern rolls his eyes.

It just makes Kuroo laugh, "you asked! Now get out of my office and go tell them you'd love to get dinner with them tonight."

The intern grumbles as he leaves, but Kuroo doesn't miss the grin tugging at his lips. "After you finish your work for the day, of course," the older man hollers from his seat.

Finally having composed yourself, you exit the bathroom, passing the intern and greeting him politely.

You knock once you reach the door to Kuroo's office and his eyes light up, "hey, sweetheart!"

His tie has already been loosened for the evening and his hair is a bit disheveled.

"Hey, Tetsu," you say sheepishly. Even now, he still makes your stomach flutter.

"I just need a few minutes to finish this up," he informs.

"Sure, take your time!"

You try your best to make your voice sound bright and move to take a seat on the couch that's tucked against the wall. Kuroo returns his attention to the computer, but he quickly realizes you're quiet. Weirdly quiet. He peeks over at you and you're just sitting there on your phone with a blank expression.

The soft clicking of his keyboard stops. He says your name and you hum in acknowledgment. "What's on your mind?"

You glance over to find that he's looking at you, his body leaning over his desk in your direction. The expression he wears is a gentle one. His obvious concern and the fact he's already picked up on your vexation are enough to arouse the emotions you'd hopelessly tried to bury earlier. In an attempt to hide your tears, you avert your eyes. The action immediately has Kuroo rising from his seat.

"Hey, hey, hey," he frets, sitting beside you and putting a hand on your knee. "Look at me, what happened?"

The sight of you like this makes his heart squeeze tightly in his chest and when you finally turn to him, his eyes are burning with worry.

"It's nothing, it's dumb," you dismiss, waving your hand.

"Sweetheart, don't say that. Something's got you all worked up." He brushes your hair behind your ear. "Talk to me."

"I-I'm sorry" you choke out.

"There's no reason to be-"

"I know I can be a lot sometimes," you add, wiping at your nose with your sleeve.

Realization and guilt descend upon him in tandem. "You heard-"

"Only some of it!" you clarify before he finishes, "I-I didn't mean to listen in on you, I just-"

He boops your nose, making your words stop in your throat. "You just didn't stay and listen to the part where I told him you it's what makes me love you so much."

He's got a little grin on his face, refraining (with some difficulty) from calling you a dork.

"You said that?"

He hums, "of course I did."

A moment passes and he can sense you're still feeling unsure of yourself, so he continues. "I can be passive and a bit... emotionally closed off at times. It makes me admire how expressive you are and how strongly you react to things, both good and bad."

Touched by his words, you feel all your anxiety ebb away, replaced by a warm feeling in the center of your chest. "Then you'll be happy to know that is perhaps the sweetest thing anyone has ever said and it makes my heart want to explode."

"Ah, see! There it is!" he beams and stands up, offering you his hand.

Once you rise to your feet, he places a kiss firmly on your temple.

"Alright, the rest of this can wait," he decides as he grabs his bag, turns off his computer, and slips his fingers through your own. "I'm all yours."

[mystic-helena]

hello! can i request a kuroo x reader where kuroo and the reader are childhood friends but he doesn’t know how to tell her he loves i love your blog by the ways its really cute ok have a great day bb hope you’re doing well ♡︎

Childhood crush ft Kuroo!

a/n: I FORGOT TO POST THIS ITS BEEN SO LONG I CANT EVEN DESCRIBE HOW SORRY I AM OH MY GOD IT ISNT EVEN GOOD

Kuroo had always been there for you and you’ve been always there for him.

Since the beginning of times—okay, maybe not the beginning of times, but the beginning of your life—Kuroo has been there, it could be laughting at you when you fall after helping you get up or simply existing beside you on a sleepover at a half past eleven when you both should be sleeping—because for twelve-year-old kids that is pretty late according to his parents—but are instead looking at the bedroom ceiling and forming constellations with the glow-in-the-dark stars he has over his bed.

Right now, as strange as it may be for you, Kuroo isn’t glued to your side...

...because he’s talking to his reflection in your bathroom.

For the past twenty minutes.

His hands are on both sides of the sink, upper body leaning towards the reflective surface, brown eyes digging holes into it, as if starting too hard would magically put his ideas in order.

“Tetsuro, we both know how the childhood best friend never gets the love interest—he said while pointing at the mirror, eyes fixed in his own face—, but, we also have advantage because our fate isn’t written as if we were mere characters in a book. Wait, maybe that’s even worse”

“Tetsu, you’ve been there for forever, come out already” you practically yell, cheek pressed against the coffee table in your living room “you know I promised I won’t laugh-”

Oh, right. He almost forgot about it. The reason why he was at the bathroom.

“-if you finally admitted you are shit putting make up on and finally let me help you.”

Many ‘make up stuff’ as he named it, was untouched in front of him. All of it belongs to your cousin, who also implanted the idea of downloading tiktok in your head. Which is also the reason why he was supposed to make himself look like one of those people who had glitter almost all over their faces, imitating the Euphoria series look, thing he agreed to do just because you asked him with the only reason of him being ‘pretty’ and having perfect skin. And yes, his heart skipped a beat when you called him pretty.

“I’m done y/n, just give me five more minutes” he says as he rapidly tries to find the ‘black thingy’ they used on videos to ‘paint lines on their eyes and look like a cat’. He thinks he should have paid more attention when you were telling him which thing does what. But five seconds prior that you called him pretty. Not handsome but pretty, how is he supposed to feel about that? He has mussels, has a deep voice, is tall and is very intelligent. Why would you call him pretty? I mean, being called pretty is better than not being called pretty. And now he’s back to staring into his reflection.

With much difficulty he steps out of his spiraling thoughts and finds the eyeliner—that’s what it’s called, he celebrates—and tries to paint a straight line on top of his eye. It’s comes out pretty decent, he’s glad his hands are steady. He goes for the other eye. This one is a little bit wonky but probably you won’t notice, he thinks as he puts down the eyeliner and looks for the glitter. He’s gonna regret this later, glitter gets everywhere when he opens the little container. He coughs and closes the glitter container.

“Are you ok over there? You sure you don’t need help?” you sound concerned and he cringes when he looks at the mirror and sees the glitter got into his mouth. How did he do that? Shit, that will be a pain to take off. Well, another problem for future him, he shruggs and thinks a way to stick the glitter to his face and make it look good. The lipgloss is looking at him and he’s looking back.

Kuroo opens wide the door—he was in there for more than 5 minutes—and looks at you. You were about to fall asleep on the couch but bolt right up at the sound of the bathroom door slamming against te wall.

“Took you long enough” you wipe your eyes and stare at his face for a couple of seconds. He stares back and hopes he’s not turning red, why are you staring at him? Did he fuck up that badly? Are you amazed by his make up techniques? Maybe he should say something. “Take a photo, it will last longer” he winks at you and smiles when he sees your eyes widen for a second.

What were you thinking in that moment? You looked shy for a moment before smiling wide and getting up. You walk towards him and grab him by the wrist and drag him to the couch. Kuroo sat and watched as you did the same next to him, and he knows he should be thinking about what to do on the tiktok you were about to do but instead he was getting distracted by how close you are. Maybe one day he would tell you how he feels but for now being your best friend was more than enough.

[writer-kermit]

Is it possible to feel horny in your sleep?

Pairing: Time-Skip!Kuroo x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre: Smut

Commissioned or Self-Made: Self-Made

Word Count: 701

Summary: You "slept" earlier than usual, but Kuroo wants to have more fun with you ;)

A/N: Hello everyone. I want to apologize for my lack of posting. I was slowly losing motivation to write because of many works I had to do in college. But I'm back on my feet and ready to write again. I have also planned to make a Ko-Fi to support my business. What do you guys think?

Warning: NSFW, Somophilla, Teasing, Swearing, Slight Degradation, MDNI

“Hey chibi..” Tetsuro Kuroo murmured. “Do you want to..you know..? Have some alone time?” You looked up from the television, staring at your boyfriend. “Well Tetsuro, I’m pretty tired so,” you pretended to stretch out your arms and legs. “I think I’ll go to bed early.” You got off the sofa, only for Kuroo to pull you back onto his lap.

“Now hold on [Y/N],” He interrupted, “wasn’t this all your idea? For the past week you’ve begging– for me to have sex and when I’m horny and riled up, you decide to leave me to bite the dust?” “Come on Kuroo..” You whined. “It’s just a nap, I promise we’ll have our time together.” You kissed his cheek and left to your room

Now here’s the fun part about this ordeal, you weren’t actually going to sleep. You only wanted to tease Tetsuro. For the next few minutes, layed on your bed watching some funny pet videos until you felt like falling to sleep.

An hour to your fake nap and you heard the bedroom door slowly creep open. You knew it was Kuroo but you didn’t want to wake up. “Chibi..?” He whispered. “Are you sleeping..?” No answer. You then heard footsteps coming near your bed. “God.. Leaving me like this, you're still so cute..” He growled, caressing your sleeping face.

He lifted the sheets off you, revealing your half-naked body. Was it mentioned that you had nothing but your underwear on? You rolled your body to the right side of the bed, perking your ass up in front of him.

He took this as a sign to make his first move on you. Kuroo got on top of you and gently guided your "uncatious" body to your back, his eyes affixed on you. You couldn’t help but snicker in your sleep. This was the first time he was doing something like this. However, you weren’t against this new “Tetsuro Kuroo”. It was quite the opposite.

“I know you’re awake chibi..” He purred slightly. Well, he was technically correct, but you still couldn’t give up your pride. You then felt his lips against your neck, his tongue lapping against your skin. You griped softly and he smiled. His two fingers trailed down your midriff to your sex, slowly penetrating you.

“Ahhnn..nghh–Kuroo..” You whimpered. “Yeah? You like it when I touch you? If you like it a lot then wake up babe.” You slowly arched your back, not wanting to give in. But fuck, did it feel so good. He then added a third finger and you moaned once more. At this point it was almost obvious that you were awake, but–eh what’s the point? You had no excuse for your behavior.

“Ok chibi… I’m gonna put it in.” You heard him grunt a little, but then you heard fabric. As you tried to open your eyelids, you felt his firm dick slid inside of you.

“Tetsuro!” You gasped. “What do you think you’re doing?!” “Oh now you're awake [Y/N]? Don’t act like you’ve been sleeping the entire time.” He mocked, slowly humping you. “No! That’s not-ahh~!” He interrupted you bull shi–profusive bickering by slamming harder against you, his nails gripping at your waist.

“Fuck..Oh what was that babe? Sorry, I was too busy punishing your dirty ass..” He replied. You couldn’t help but moan at that response as he continued to thrust inside of you. Despite the protests, he still continued–it wasn’t like you wanted him to stop. He soon came on your back and laid on top of you.

“Now that was much better than sleeping hm?” He asked. You groaned, not wanting to answer him. But he was correct about one thing: You really did enjoy that new experience, and it was certainly better than sleep.

[bitch-for-bo]

Bitch-for-Bo’s Masterlist

Welcome Besties

This masterlist displays both completed and upcoming works. Enjoy!!

ALL FICS ONLY INCLUDE POST-TIME SKIP/ AGED UP CHARACTERS!!!!

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Completed 

NEW!!!!!!! The Better Brother (artist! Issei Matsukawa x Chubby Reader)

Sweetheart (Piercer! Suna Rintaro x Brat! Chubby Reader)

A Princess in Peril (Iwaizumi Hajime x Chubby reader)

The Nanny (DILF!! Koutarou Bokuto x chubby reader).

No Escape (Mafia Leader!! Kita Shinsuke x Chubby Reader)pt. 1 pt. 2

Dumb :( (Kei Tsukishima x chubby Bimbo reader)

Hard at Work (Tetsuro Kuroo x chubby reader)

Princess Crybaby (Hajime Iwaizumi x chubby reader)

Jealousy (Atsumu Miya x chubby reader)

“Worried I’ll replace you?”, “no.” (Wakatoshi Ushijima x chubby reader)

Forever (Tobio Kageyama x chubby reader)

Till morning (Tobio Kageyama x chubby reader)

Best Thing (Takanobu Aone x chubby reader)

Destined Miracle (Azume Asahi x chubby reader omegaverse!)

Upcoming !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IMPORTANT !!!!!!! Here’s the thing about my upcoming works, below are fic ideas that I already have for certain characters, I haven’t started any of them. 

The one that I write next will be determined by responses or comments to this post!! 

So comment which character’s fic you want to see first and the one with the most votes will win!!!!!!

TBD (Daichi Sawamura x chubby reader)

TBD (Tooru Oikawa x chubby reader)