#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.

[anni-writes]

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. but I also adore him. this was just another innocent self indulgent drabble that was lost in my drafts, so there you go, enjoy!

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 inhumanly strenght he need 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 has 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?

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 once 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, smiling softly,

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 never ceased to bring him coffee when you go get 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 make 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, with a can of beer, a loosened tie, two buttons opened, walking torwards your desk, placing the beer beside your papers

you looked at him tilting your head puzzled

“Where did you get that?”

“At the bar across the street”

i tilted my 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 while 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 back 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,

when he took advantage of the moment to pull your chair away and 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, the warmth of his breath making your heart race, his arms encircling youe 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 us

"Is that what you've been thinking about all along? Pinning me on the desk when there's no one around?"

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

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 us, 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 arms hook around my waist

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

his eyes darken with desire, his hands pulling you closer.

"That might be the best idea you've ever had,"

and just like that, we give up, succumbingto the tension building for months,

he leans in, or you lean in… its indistinguishable who kissed who first, but you capture each other 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 my 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 kept his mouth on your jaw, leaving a trace of wet kisses down, reaching your neck

you lean your head back, giving him free reign on your neck, 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 his waist, and the other slides to cup your ass

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

“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 on you, his hand giving a light squeeze in your ass

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

“Mmhmm… Kuroo… you know… 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 i can't help but chuckle

“Tetsurou…” — i say, rolling his name from my tongue, liking the sound— “there's cameras—”

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

“We're not gonna fuck in the office, Tetsuro”

he parts from your neck, looking straight at me with a glint in his eyes, his famous lazy smirk

“Oh? So we are gonna fuck?”

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 chuckling in your mouth, his hand on your thigh progressing further, sliding your skirt up, 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.” — 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

[reineydraws]

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

[cottonlemonade]

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Karasuno

characters written so far: > Sawamura Daichi > Sugawara Koushi > Hinata Shoyo > Kageyama Tobio > Tsukishima Kei > Ennoshita Chikara > Tsukishima Akiteru > Azumane Asahi > Nishinoya Yuu

Nekoma

characters written so far: > Kuroo Tetsuro > Kozume Kenma > Inuoka So

Fukurodani

characters written so far: > Bokuto Kotarou > Akaashi Keiji

Aoba Johsai

characters written so far: > Oikawa Tooru > Iwaizumi Hajime > Hanamaki Takahiro > Matsukawa Issei > Kyotani Kentaro

Inarizaki

characters written so far: > Kita Shinsuke > Miya Osamu > Miya Atsumu > Suna Rintaro > Oomimi Ren

Shiratorizawa

characters written so far: > Ushijima Wakatoshi > Tendou Satori > Semi Eita

Date Tech

characters written so far: > Futakuchi Kenji > Koganegawa Kanji > Aone Takanobu

Kamomedai

characters written so far: > Hirugami Sachiro > Hoshiumi Korai

Itachiyama

characters written so far: > Sakusa Kyoomi > Komori Motoya

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🍡 Chub Rub [drabble]

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characters: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Noya, Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Oomimi, your fave

🍡 A Risky Game [drabble]

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[konuxkii]

NOTICE ME! — KUROO TETSURO

💗 ₊‧ kuroo enjoys your company and your attention, he finds himself craving more of it day by day. But what is he getting so jealous for when you're giving that attention to your friends? You guys aren't even dating.

CHAPTER — 01. | next -> 02. 03.

WARNINGS : friends to lovers?? fluff, light angst, jealous/possessive kuroo, OBLIVIOUS/DENSE reader, light cursing, kuroo might be ooc, 3rd person pov, not proofread

PAIRINGS : kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader

WORDCOUNT : 2.67k (2,679)

A/N : no worries I will post more parts because there's more if you guys like this- This is just a thing I wrote of my oc x kuroo but I decided to paste it here and change some things to make it a x reader so that I can feed all my other kuroo enjoyers<3 Also tried out a header theme inspired by @/aajxs !!

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Y/n yawned as she walked into school, her bedhead still prominent but not bothering to fix it. Her school bag hung lazily on her shoulder as she walked to her first class. “You’re late, again.” A deep voice spoke as she stopped and looked up, Kuroo leaning against the locker. “I’m not late, I just..slept in..” She mumbled, looking away from the taller male. He raised a brow at her before leaning off the locker, walking towards her. “Of course you did, as always.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, resting his head on top of hers as she went silent, fidgeting with her fingers awkwardly as she stood next to him. Kuroo chuckled at her fidgetting, leaning down closer to her. “What’s wrong? You’re not giving me attitude or talking back..how weird.” He teased as she pushed his face away. “Cut that out-” Kuroo laughed, throwing his hands up as a sign of surrender and smirking.

“Oh? So you're finally awake.” He teased again as he stood straight, smirk staying on his face as he looked down at her. Y/n slightly furrowed her brows at him before crossing her arms, “I guess so.” He chuckled at her response, finding her reactions amusing. “Finally, I was wondering when you’d snap into reality.” He joked as he moved a hand up to her face and gently pinched her cheek. 

She playfully rolled her eyes at him, “Yeah okay. Now let go of me before I become even more late to my class, speaking of which–” She paused, raising a brow up at him. “We have the same class, why aren’t you there right now and instead standing in the hallway like a creep” Kuroo gently tugged at her cheek one more time before letting go and putting his hands in his pockets.

He shrugged and rolled his eyes at her remark, “Wow, you got me.” he spoke, his voice full of sarcasm as he leaned closer to her. He stared at her for a moment before speaking, “I’ll tell you if you stay here for a bit longer, deal?” Y/n hummed in thought, tilting her head “Sure..” Kuroo’s smirk widened as she agreed, his eyes full of victory, “Good girl.” He said in a playful tone, reaching out a hand to play with her hair, twirling a strand on his fingers.

Y/n's cheeks dusted with a light pink at his words as she swatted his hand away, “Tell me already.” He chuckled at her reaction, “Fine, fine, but you can’t tell anyone.” His tone was serious as he stepped closer, their faces centimeters apart.

“I won’t.” She promised, ignoring closeness. His smirk widened even more, they were so close that he could smell her. He felt his heart skip a beat as he even tried to ignore their proximity, “I ditched class so I could spend time with you, I knew you’d be late.” Silence engulfed the hallway as she blinked at him, eyes wide. “You’re all quiet now, shocked that I ditched class just to spend more time with my favorite girl?”

He chuckled and poked at her forehead as her eyes flickered away and back to him, the pink on her cheeks now turning a light red. “Well no I just- I didn’t think-” she stuttered out, looking away from him again. Kuroo tilted his head as he saw her flustered reaction, grabbing her chin and gently turning her face so that she could look at him. “What? You thought I ditched class just for fun?” He teased as he leaned closer, she put her hands on his chest, stopping him from moving any further. “No I just didn’t think YOU of all people would ditch class- plus I didn’t think you’d do it just to hang out-” she nervously rambled, closing her eyes.

He raised a brow at her, noticing how nervous she was and he only chuckled at her nervous babbling. “Of course I would just to hang out with you, you’re my favorite person to spend time with.” He smiled as he gently grabbed her wrists, gently removing her hands from his chest. She huffed at him, “Favorite? What about Kenma?” Kuroo lightly rolled his eyes at the mention of Kenma’s name, “He can wait. I wanted to spend time with you instead.” His voice had a hint of annoyance as she raised a brow at him, noticing his tone change.

“What’s that for? Did you and Kenma get into a fight or something?” He huffed as she pointed out his change of tone, averting his gaze from her. “No, I didn’t get into a fight with Kenma..” He mumbled under his breath, pouting like a grumpy child. She snickered at his pout, her hands moving from his grip to go and gently pat his head. “Then what’s that look for, hm?”

Kuroo’s eyes slightly widened at her touch before he quickly looked away as a light blush coated his cheeks, his expression still a pout, mumbling as he leaned into her touch. “Jealous..that’s it..” “Jealous?” She repeated, her movements stopping as she blinked at him confused. He pouted again as her hand stopped, looking back at her with a grumpy expression. “Yeah..jealous, because you mentioned Kenma..” He continued to mope as she deadpanned at him before smiling. “Ah- okay, I didn’t think you’d get jealous at the mention of your best friend.” She teased as he huffed at her response, a grumpy expression still on his face.

“I don't want to talk about Kenma when I’m with you.” He retorted, jealously still clear in his voice, grabbing one of her wrists again and gently pulling her closer to him. Her face heat up at his actions, mumbling a quiet ‘oh’ as he spoke. He only smiled, satisfied with how close they were, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her against his chest. Burying his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent, arms tightening around her.

“I don’t want to hear Kenma’s name- anyone’s name when I’m with you. I want your attention to be on me and only me..” He mumbled against her skin, his breath sending a slight shiver down her spine as her face flushed. ‘Wait what? He’s jealous because he wants all of my attention? He’s being so needy it’s like he’s my boyfriend or something- no no he wouldn’t, he can’t. He would never- we’re just close friends’ She thought to herself as she shook her head. His grip around her tightened as he felt her shake her head, his face still buried in the crook of her neck.

“Why are you shaking your head? What are you thinking about?” He purred, whispering as his lips brushed against her ear. She squeaked at the feeling, ‘What is he doing?! I knew we were close but are we THIS close?!’ she thought as the bell rang and people began leaving their classes, she moved her hands up to push him away again.”Quit-! Class just ended and we have to go to our next one before the teacher realizes YOU skipped.” He groaned and pouted again as she pushed him away. He really wanted to keep holding her, relish the feeling of her body against his but he knew she was right. The both of them would be late if they didn’t leave now.

“Ugh, fine fine, but don’t think you’ve escaped so easily, we’re gonna continue talking about this later.” He teased, his voice mixed with a hint of annoyance as he let go of her and took a step back to give her some space. She nodded at him, a bit confused at what he meant but not thinking too hard about it as she began walking to her class, one of her friends coming up to her as they walked together. A small frown appeared on his face as he watched her walk with her friend.

He didn’t like it when she was talking to someone other than him, his face became sour as he watched her laugh and joke with her friend, he huffed and shoved his hands into his pockets, continuing to watch their interaction from afar. ‘I don’t like it. I don’t like when you’re not paying attention to me.’ He thought to himself as he frowned, stopping in his tracks as he thought more.

He knew that if he intervened he would seem like an annoying, jealous boyfriend. ‘Wait. Boyfriend? No, that’s not right. It’s me just being her protective friend, not her boyfriend.’ He scolded himself, trying to shake off those kinds of thoughts as she waved off her friend, arriving to her class as she slid open the door and sat in her seat, Kuroo hesitantly following suit as he sat in his own chair not too far behind hers. He pulled out his phone and started to scroll, trying to pass the time before class started but his mind kept drifting back to her.

Kuroo’s frown returned as he heard her laughing with another one of her friends, he wanted to be the one to make you laugh like that not them. He clenched his phone tighter as jealousy started to consume him, watching from afar as she laughed with her friend.

“So~” her friend, Rin spoke, leaning on Y/n's desk. “When are you gonna tell him about your crush huh?” Y/n's face turned red as she looked at her friend, “What?! What makes you think I’m gonna tell him?! There’s no way he likes me back-” Kuroo’s eyes widened when the word ‘crush’ was mentioned, perking up as he continued to eavesdrop on the conversation, trying to listen intently to what was beng said. “Awe whaatttt” Rin whined, “But you’ve been crushing on him since forever so why wait?” Y/n groaned as her face was still red, "Because I dont want to- I want to figure out if he likes me first is all.."

Kuroo’s heart started to beat faster as the conversation continued, he didn’t want to admit it to himself but he hoped that she would mention him as her crush, curiosity and hope filled his mind as he waited for more. Rin hummed at her words as she went to sit at the seat beside Y/n, “Okay okay, anyway. Weren’t you gonna try to be Nekoma’s manager? Didn’t think you’d take that with y’know..how lazy you are?” Rin teased as Y/n scoffed at her.

Kuroo leaned forward in his seat as he listened to the conversation, is interest piqued even further as the topic changed to her applying to be the volleyball teams manager. He raised a brow to himself, wondering why she’d want to do that considering her usual laziness.

“I just..” She murmured, fidgeting. “Wanted something to occupy myself after school..” Rin raised a brow at her, “Right, it’s not so that you can get closer to him?” Y/n's face turned a darker shade of red, frantically waving her hands at her friend. “What?! No! Why would I-” A small smirk tugged at the corner of Kuroo's lips as he watched her, finding it adorable seeing her get flustered by Rin's question, he chuckled and continued to eavesdrop. But he couldn’t listen for much longer as it died down, the teacher walking in and beginning the lecture.

His smirk faded as class started. His focus no longer being on her but on the teachers lecture, he silently sighed and leaned back in his chair, his foot tapping impatiently on the ground, the seconds seemed to tick by slowly as his thoughts continued to linger onto Y/n. He couldn’t seem to focus on anything but her, thinking about the conversation he overheard between her and Rin. He kept glancing at her, their eyes meeting for a brief moment.

He couldn’t even focus on the lecture, he was supposed to be paying attention but he found himself more interested in her. She tried to continue focusing on the lecture as she nervously shifted in her seat, she could feel Kuroo’s staring burning into the back of her head. ‘What is he staring so hard for..’ His eyes followed her every movement, his gaze fixated on her. He could tell that she was aware of his staring, and it made him smirk to himself as he continued to watch her. Finding it amusing seeing her squirm under his gaze.

She let out a sigh, the school bell had saved her yet again. Kuroo watched as everyone packed up their things and left, he slowly stood up and made his way over to her desk, his eyes lingering on her as she spoke with Rin. His expression a mixture of jealousy and irritation as he approached the two. Y/n smiling at him as Rin lightly waved.

Kuroo plastered a fake smile and nodded at Rin in acknowledgement, his eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced at her before focusing his attention back to Y/n. “Hey.” He said in a casual tone, though his underlying irritation could still be heard in his voice. “Yes?” She tilted her head at him as he huffed as he met her gaze, his irritation becoming more prominent. “I need to talk to you. Alone.” His tone was laced with insistence as he spoke, glancing over to Rin and giving her a pointed look, hinting that he wanted her to leave them alone. Rin letting out a small ‘ah’ noise before nodding, patting Y/n's shoulder and leaving the classroom. Kuroo’s eyes followed Rin as she left before he turned his attention back to smaller girl in front of him, he took a step closer to her, his gaze fixated on Y/n as he tried to control his irritation.

He took a deep breath before speaking, “Why were you talking to Rin so much?” He questioned, a hint of irritation still present in his voice as she looked at him blankly before crossing her arms, “Because she’s my childhood friend?” He huffed at her response, his frustration with her answer growing. “I know that, but why do you have to talk to her so much? You guys were talking and giggling like you were having the time of your life.” She narrowed her eyes at him, frowning as her chest tightened, “I didn’t know me having fun spending time with my friends was such a problem for you.”

Kuroo clenched his fists as he snapped back at her, “It is a problem for me when you’re not paying attention to me!” He exclaimed, his jealousy and frustration boiling over as the room fell silent, Y/n letting out a quiet sigh as her expression dulled. “You don’t own me Kuroo, I don’t have to always pay attention to you.” She paused, her voice firm yet quiet. “We’re not dating, you’ve done nothing but be so possessive all day long…” She continued, sadness in her voice.

Kuroo’s eyes widened slightly at her words and he paused as he heard the sadness in her voice, taken back by her tone, realizing that he was acting jealous and possessive without any right to be. He took a deep breath, his expression becoming more solemn. “I know that. I know we’re not dating and you don’t owe me all of your attention…it’s just..” He trailed off, unsure of how to express his feelings without sounding like a jealous idiot.

Y/n looked away from him, grabbing her bag and putting it over her shoulder, “Look, class is starting soon and I can’t be late. We can talk later.” Kuroo watched her walk away from him, his heart sinking as he saw the sadness on her face. He wanted to reach out and stop her from leaving, but he couldn't.

“Shit..”

He cursed himself, frustrated with his own behavior. He knew that he messed up, and he couldn’t shake off the feeling of guilt gnawing at him.

What was he being so jealous for?

@konuxkii 2024

[heartmaddie]

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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[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.

[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

[akascow]

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

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fun fact:

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."

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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.

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🪭 Behind Dusty Shelves [drabble]

🪭 Stuck At The Airport word count: 757, established relationship, post-time skip

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🫧🍡 Overprepared word count: 947, established relationship, University!AU

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🫧 How You Met word count: 832, post-time skip

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🫧🌧️ Fake Dating Your Ex 🎓 word count: 2.8k, exes to lovers, University AU

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︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ WARM FOR THE HOLIDAYS !

—alternatively: "christmas shenanigans with some haikyuu boys"

—highlights: miya atsumu; ushijima wakatoshi; kuroo tetsuro; bokuto kotarou; suna rintaro

—word count total: approx. 600 words

—notes: fluff; gender neutral reader; uses of petnames; no proofread oops

—rimi's letter: about time i posted again. i wanna put something out for christmas but i was busy almost the whole week aaaa so have these poorly written drabbles rotting in my head

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ATSUMU is a man child and will take you out to go caroling around town. what do you expect from this man? no joke, he prepared for this starting from november—has mapped out every single response you may give and a counter argument to persuade you. osamu would've been joining but he whipped up the "who's gonna make christmas dinner?" excuse (smart move). atsumu happily grins as he drags you from house to house and starts singing without an ounce of care about the weird glances he might get. wants to prove to you he's a good singer. also wants to earn tips or treats for you, and beams when you guys actually get one. he'd also carol to you directly and only accept kisses as a valid tip.

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ USHIJIMA wants to take you out to the christmas fairs! although he doesn't mind the ones in malls and whatnot, he prefers those fairs out on the open streets. he thinks it looks especially pretty during the evening with all the lights, booths, and designs highlighting the night. adores the way you look up at him all excited and giddy. he won't mind being dragged around to different shops, in fact he loves that you're enjoying yourself! honestly this man is just so whipped for you, he believes his greatest gift is you being with him. also, be careful with voicing out what you want. ushijima won't hesitate to spoil you rotten.

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ KUROO asks to decorate the christmas tree with you solely because of one pick-up line he's dying to tell you. also because he's sweet, but it's the pick up line. he suggests you two spend time decorating weeks prior and you agreed. by christmas eve, the tree's already set up and kuroo comes in with a box filled with decor. you two start hanging ornaments around, sometimes stopping to wear the tinsel like a scarf. less than an hour passes and you're almost done... "kuroo, we're missing something. where's the star ornament?" he pretends to look around "you're the only star i see." you groan, though your heart skips a beat. "fine, we're placing the angel on top instead." "oh darling, we can't put you up there!"

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ BOKUTO would definitely be looking forward to making a gingerbread house with you. in fact, suggest it to him and he'll be so happy. would literally go, "(NAME) WANTS TO MAKE A GINGERBREAD HOUSE WITH ME!" the moment you asked. baking and decorating with him is messy but fun. he would be the type to boop frosting on your nose and grin all dopey because "oh no, you got some on you!" before leaning in to wipe it off. he'd leave you in the middle of doing the gingerbread house, not because he's bored, but because he suddenly has the urge to make two gingerbread people. claims 'it's us!' as he decorates it and adds that soon you'd live in your own gingerbread home together.

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ SUNA spends all night parading around you with those mistletoe headband thingies. you know, the one so that there's a mistletoe hanging above the wearer and whoever they converse with. suna would trail behind you wearing that thing and demand for kisses every time you two would lock eyes. it gets to the point you had to set a 20 minute interval per kiss because the man took so much advantage of the mistletoe. a mistletoe menace. strangely enough gets a little more kissy and touchy than normal but it's honestly so cute. oh oh! and he also makes use of said mistletoe to take a picture on his phone of you two kissing. and yes, he sets it as his lockscreen.

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Tetsurou Kuroo || Kiss Kiss, Fall in Love 🍃

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If ever two were one, then surely we. –To My Dear and Loving Husband || A. Bradstreet

🍃 A love story as told through kisses…

↠ Requested By: Nobody, I just had an ~i d e a~, Mr. Krabs ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW quip-y floof with a dash of angst for flavor lol ((but my blog’s 18+; if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ Chronology: Pre and post time skip. ↠ CWs/TWs: As I’ve said before, Tetsuro Kuroo is his own warning tbh lmao. But he cute so we’ll let it slide. Aside from that, that dash of angst that I mentioned before comes in the form of allusions to pre-time skip Kuroo’s rocky home life. I don’t go super into detail, but it does get touched on in the second and third sections; there’ll be a more in depth note before said sections. Also the general stresses that come with being a third year are touched on in the second section. ↠ Betas? Nah, we good. ((we are indeed, not ‘good’, but I’m too lazy/weird to actually work with a beta lol)) ↠ Total WC: 6k~

Inspired in part by my girl Zaira (@screamin-abt-haikyuu)’s post and my corresponding review. It’s a v. cute, fun read (tho it does start off with some angst, but it gets cleared up in short order, promise!!)—I highly recommend both her and her work, tho y’all probably know that already lol. It was definitely the kick I needed to get this installment started…

So once again I may have gotten a bit carried away with the First Kiss section—and by ‘may have’ I mean I definitely did, but it’s not my fault! With this being my first time writing for our dear chemistry rooster I’m still gathering my thoughts/HCs about him and how a relationship with him would function so things are naturally a bit more wordy. Plus I’ve found that I really like writing banter with him because you just know he’d match you word for witty, quip-y word and I love that type of energy.

But anyways!

Actually there isn’t really an ‘anyways’ this time around, so uhh, have at it ig lol…

First Kiss 🍃 Partners, in Crime and Otherwise || WC: 3.2k~

CW/TW for one very brief mention of Reader’s questionable sleeping/eating habits—as in they forget to eat, esp. when stressed, and sleep in regular intervals in v. much a foreign concept to them ((me, projecting? it’s about as likely as you think lol)).

“Hey, ____, can I uh, can I talk to you for a minute, babe?”

Ignoring the butterflies that immediately set themselves to fluttering in your tummy at the casual use of the petname, you give Kuroo a smile and a nod before excusing yourself from the group. Several of your friends give you knowing, overly amused looks that you also chose to ignore, opting instead to take the hand that’s offered to you.

As Tetsurou leads you away to somewhere more private, you focus on keeping your steps measured as the last thing you want is to trip over your own feet in front of your overly teasing best friend turned crush. You just know that he’d end up making a quip—“Can’t stop yourself for falling for me, eh?” or something else equally cheesy—that’ll send your heart and mind both into overdrive even as the former shatters just that little bit more.

You wish he meant all of the sweet little things he says to you, that his flirtation could be something more than banter, but you know that’s not in the cards for you. You’ve never been one for the whole ‘friendzone’ thing, as people are not vending machines that you put friendship coins into until a romantic relationship falls out, but at the same time you cannot help but to feel like a citizen all the same. And that’s just fine! Really. It’s not as if Kuroo owes you anything, least of all his affections, but…

Well that doesn’t stop you from craving them. And honestly how can you not, when he’s so damn amazing?

For all his teasing he’s so very kind, looking out for the whole of his team and all of his friends with a level of attention that would leave so many others burnt out. But for Kuroo it isn’t a burdensome task, or at least not one that’s too great for his broad shoulders to bear; it’s just a part of the way he’s built. And when it comes to you specifically he’s always so gentle, even when he’s getting after you in one way or another. He knows you better than you know yourself some days, and he’s always there to fill in the spaces where you’re lacking. He’s sensitive to your every mood and very much in tune with you as a whole, so much so that it almost gives you hope–

But no. There’s no point in chasing a sun that has already set.

If Kuroo wanted to be with you he would’ve made a move by now, surely. In all the time you’ve known him he’s never once shown any real interest in you in that way, not even when various classmates had come to confess to you—in fact he encouraged you to say yes on several occasions! That is decidedly not the behavior of a guy who’s harboring feelings for you. But despite all this you still want to believe that there’s something more there so badly, and Kuroo with all of his (somewhat questionable) charms doesn’t help matters.

The sweet little names he’s always calling you are the worst perpetrators and perpetrators of your foolish hopes. Babe, baby, honey, sweetheart, my little quark (that one’s admittedly a lot-a-bit nerdy, but it leaves your cheeks burning just the same, and is honestly among your favorites)—the list goes on and on and on. You know you should tell him to lay off, but there’s a part of you (that greedy, selfish, mildly masochistic part that’s all too willing to latch on to even the smallest scraps of affection) that cannot do without it. And so you allow him to unwittingly cut into your chest with every word, to peel back the layers of skin and muscle and bone with each new display of care to toy with your heart.

But it won’t do you any good to focus on any of that, ever, really, but especially right now when he’s clearly got something important to tell you.

When you finally stop walking you find that you’re on the very edges of the school’s grounds. The pair of you often come up here when you want to get away from the rest of your friends and just breathe a bit. Lately it’s become a weekly occurrence, with every Wednesday seeing you both making your way to this towering tree to share lunch.

“The third year slump is real,” he had told you with a tired laugh from where he rested his head in your lap, his feline eyes reduced to mere slits thanks to the way your fingers moved against his scalp. “Honestly, I don’t think I’d be able to make it through the week, never mind the whole of the school year if I didn’t get to recharge with you like this, so… Let’s make it a thing, yeah?”

And of course your silly, lovesick self was quick to agree.

That had been nearly two months ago now, but the memory plays with stunning clarity in your mind’s eye. In the now, Tetsurou gives your hand a little tug as he urges you to sit beside him. Gentleman that he is, he’s already spread out his jacket to give you a cleaner option for seating—“But of course my lap is always open to you, cutie.”

Your response comes in the form of an eye roll as you gracelessly flop down next to him. “So you wanted to talk, nerd?”

“You’d better be glad I know love you me or else that shit would hurt.”

You can feel your face heat a bit at his words, and you find yourself willing him to go on with a groan of his name.

“My little tsun-tsun,” he laughs as he pokes at one of your cheeks, though the sound is a bit strained. “That’s um, actually why I wanted to talk to you though.

“Okay, so,” he starts after a deep breath. “I… Man, this is harder than I thought– Heh, um. You, erm, you like me, right?”

You blink dumbly at that. “What? Of course I do, we’re best friends–”

“We’re more than that, ____, and you know it.”

“…I do?”

“Well I would hope so—we’ve been dating for almost two months now… Haven’t we?”

His voice loses a bit of its annoyance and all of its surety as he takes in the thorough confusion and extreme shock that are both fighting for dominance in your expression. He stares at you for a long moment and for the first time you find yourself able to hold the hazel of his gaze without any problems, too stunned to drop your eyes as you normally would. Kuroo’s own eyes twitch, followed soon after by the pouting of his mouth and a crinkle of his nose (It’s so cute, why is he so cute??), before the whole of his handsome face contorts itself into a grimace as he allows his head to fall back against the tree’s trunk with a heavy sigh.

“Shit. I cannot believe Kenma was right.”

“…About?”

“This, us—you not knowing…”

“That we’re supposedly dating.”

“Yup.”

He lolls his head towards you then with an unreadable expression. Those sharp, all-seeing eyes rake over your face, clearly searching for something, before he turns back towards the horizon. You try to will him to look at you again with your own probing stare, but he refuses the bait and now it’s your turn to sigh out your frustrations.

“I, uh, yeaaah… Gotta be real with you, Tetsu, I’m pretty much lost here,” you tell him. “When did this even happen? We’ve never been on a date as far as I know—hell, you haven’t even asked me out–”

Apparently that’s enough to finally get him to look at you again.

His indignant sputtering of “I– Wha? Yes I did!” leaves you rolling your eyes as you give back an equally impassioned “When?!”

“Damn near two months ago to the day!” He sits up straight now, leaning towards you in his excitement and damn near looming over you as a result. Were he anyone but who he is to you you’d probably be intimidated by the action, but as it stands you just cock a brow at him as you wait for him to explain himself.

“Remember when we had that really special lunch, and-and I confessed—or at least I thought I did—and you agreed! Did you really not know? Was I not clear enough?”

You try to remember the day in question only to find that it’s the very one you’d been thinking about just minutes before. You quickly run through the whole of your interactions—a thing that’s far too easy to do given how your brain apparently sees fit to catalog and preserve damn near every second that you spend with this boy—in an attempt to figure out when exactly he confessed, though nothing there screams ‘I like you, please be mine’.

In fact the only thing that really stands out is– Wait.

“Keep being my partner in crime?” “Yeah, Tetsu, of course—always.”

“That was you confessing?”

“Well, yeah…”

His voice has gone sheepish in a way that you’re not used to hearing from him—in fact the whole of his countenance is shot through with nerves, and were you not so caught up in your own incredulity you would’ve thoroughly enjoyed not being the one on their back foot for once. But as it stands you just drop your head down into your palms with a groaned out laugh.

“So all those study dates–?”

“Actual dates, yeah. I wanted to take you out to do something a bit more romantic, but with midterms coming up and things with our clubs piling on—well, I couldn’t let our grades suffer, yanno?”

You nod a bit at that. Putting grades before fun is very much a Tetsurou Kuroo thing. “And Wednesdays–”

“Our standing lunch dates.”

“Guess this also explains why you’ve gotten even more annoying about my sleep schedule and eating habits.”

“Well I gotta make sure my baby stays healthy! You’re always forgetting to eat, and it only gets worse when you’re stressed,” he reminds you. “And honestly even if we weren’t a thing, your hydration levels and sleeping habits are still atrocious.”

Well, he’s got you there.

“And the flirting?”

“That’s always been real, from the very start,” he admits. “I’ve kinda had a thing for you from day one.”

His words are equal parts validating and exciting, and the heady mixture leaves you spinning, just a bit, as you mutter out a quiet, “I, um, same.”

His lips pull off into that smirk that you love to hate as he teasingly nudges your arm. “Figured as much. I mean, it’s not like you’re out here making bentos and fetching forgotten water bottles and cheering yourself into laryngitis for just anybody.”

Way to make me sound like a Stage 3 Simp. (Not that you’re not, mind, but still.) Aloud, “That was one time, and it wasn’t my fault—that match was intense!” you grumble with a laugh. “But no, no I’m not. Just like you’re not out here taking extra notes and incessantly flirting and making dates that aren’t dates with just anybody.”

“No,” he parrots with a grin, “no I am not.”

The pair of you fall silent for a beat before the ridiculousness of the situation hits you in full. You cling to one another helplessly as you laugh—long, loud, and hard—before settling into your shared embrace. It should feel a bit odd, you think, being cuddled up with him like this. Despite how close the pair of you are, Tetsurou’s always been very respectful about the way he touches you. Was what you had assumed to be his way of keeping things platonic actually his not wanting to potentially give away his secret before he was ready to?

Yeah, probably, you silently decide when he presses you in more closely to his side with a contented sigh.

“I kinda feel like I should apologize,” you tell him once you’ve settle more fully into his embrace.

He stirs a bit at that, golden eyes finding yours as he lets out a confused hum. “Why?”

“Because I must’ve seemed like the world’s worst partner,” you reply, laughing a bit.

“Ah. Yeah, well…” He shrugs before leaning his head against yours. “I honestly thought that you were maybe regretting saying yes. You didn’t really act any differently—not that I was expecting a huge change considering how close we already are, but… I dunno, you just didn’t seem interested in getting to know me on that level. And you never initiated anything, uh, physical. Not that I was expecting anything like, yanno, that!” he quickly amends. “It’s just, I thought you’d at least want to hold my hand or something, but… It had me wondering if maybe I just didn’t do it for you, you know… looks-wise.”

You have to choke out a laugh at that. Tetsurou Kuroo is unfairly handsome and he damn well knows it, has even used it to his advantage on occasion—the time that he charmed a free scone out of that barista when he was too broke to actually buy himself one comes to mind, and that’s saying nothing of the fact that he’s never paid a late fee at the library, despite the fact that he never turns his books in on time—so to see him doubt this is absolutely unreal, and not in a good way. Not liking the feelings fueling the unsure quality of his voice, or the way it all makes your heart seize, you steel yourself to say something you know you probably—no, definitely—will get teased for later (and by ‘later’ you mean less than a minute after you say it).

“I’m only gonna say this once if for no other reason than I don’t need your ego getting any bigger than it already is, but… You are very much so my type, looks and all, so yeah. That’s uh, that’s out there now, so no doubts, okay?”

The same intense flush that you can feel heating the whole of your face spreads across the planes of his own to stain his cheeks with rosedust as you speak, but this sweet display doesn’t last for long, unsurprisingly. The shy smile that he’d been giving you at first slowly sharpens until it’s a full on shit-eating grin.

“‘Very much so your type’, huh? Prove it then.”

Oh no. You know that tone. He’s about to say something that’s gonna leave you wanting to dome him while somehow simultaneously dissolving into the ether.

You don’t want to ask, probably shouldn’t for the sake of your sanity, but—“…How?”

“Kiss me.”

Yup, there it is.

His expression’s so fucking smug that you don’t want to give in on principle, but goddamn if he doesn’t wear the look well…

As you continue to weigh the pros against the cons of conceding, Tetsurou’s confidence begins to falter again, with his smirk drooping as he rubs nervously at the back of his neck. “Hey, look, if you don’t want to, that’s cool! I was mostly joking anyways, like at least ninety-seven percent jo–”

You cut off the rest of the sentence with a press of your lips to his cheek. “No doubts, remember?” you gently chide as you urge him to turn his head towards you fully.

“No doubts,” he repeats, nodding a bit dumbly as if he hadn’t actually expected you to act. He smiles then, soft and sweet, as he leans in closer. His nose brushes alongside yours once, twice, and then he’s finally kissing you properly.

That first press of his lips is a tentative thing, so much so that it would almost seem teasing if it wasn’t so obvious that he was nervous. But nerves soon turn into excitement, desperation, action. You know for a fact that you’re not the first person that Tetsurou’s ever kissed, and it shows in this moment. His hands cradle you expertly, guiding your head and the rest of your body as needed until you’re kissing one another as if you were created for no other purpose.

Once you’re finally forced to part you find that he’s maneuvered you onto his lap and isn’t at all keen on letting you go—not that you really want to move, of course, though the positioning does leave you ducking your head down a bit in embarrassment. And with your boyfriend (of two months now, apparently) being who he is, he cannot help but to pick with you a bit.

“Tetsu, baby, stoooop,” you half laugh, half groan somewhere in the middle of one of his quips.

His grin is sharp and directly at odds with the way his eyes soften into something gooey and sweet as he looks you over. “Oh, so I’m your ‘baby’ now, huh?”

“Tetsurou…”

“What? I’m not mad at it at all, it’s just… nice. I, uhh, like it, yanno? Makes all of this feel real, like you’re just as into me as I am you.”

“Tetsu, I–”

“No, it’s fine,” he tells you with a shake of his head. “Well it’s not fine fine, but it’s fine.”

“I’m so glad you cleared that up,” you reply with a snort of laughter. “But seriously though—I am sorry. Had I known we were actually dating things would’ve been different, I would’ve been different.”

“Well you’re definitely good enough to me on the platonic side of things that I wasn’t completely left wanting, but I guess relationships make me greedy. I wanted all of that and this. To be honest, I…” He pauses then, uncharacteristically shy as his fingers trail down the lengths of your arms to tangle with your own before continuing on. “I want everything with you, ____.”

The admission leaves your cheeks burning, but you don’t dare look away—not now, not when he’s being so vulnerable with you and impossibly sweet. Your quiet reply of “Same” leaves you both smiling, albeit in two totally different ways.

His replying grin is heart stopping, truly, striking that balance between cute and cocky as effortlessly as ever. You cannot help but to be drawn in by it, your lips grazing over his as you say something about making up for lost time.

“Mmm, yeah, definitely, buuuut–! Looks like classes are about to start up again.”

You chance a glance over your shoulder where your fellow students are indeed preparing to head back inside and the sight leaves you sighing. “We could just ditch you know–”

“____!”

“Don’t say my name like that,” you laugh, “you sound like some old, pearl-clutching auntie!”

“Rude. I do not–”

“Oh you totally do! What happened to being partners in crime, huh?”

Your digging tease leaves him huffing out a laugh. “Conning a barista out of various pastries is one thing, but skipping class is another beast entirely. That shit can really impact your future.”

“And petty crimes won’t?”

“Not if you don’t get caught.”

“The same could be said for ditching.”

“Yeah, but–”

The pair of you continue on this way as you head back towards the main building, hand-in-hand—an old, familiar act made all the more precious by what you now know.

Volleyball Kiss 🍃 No Doubts (Remember) || WC: 1.1k~

One last CW for talk of the strains and pressures of Kuroo’s home life. Again, I don’t go super into detail, but I do make it clear that all of that as well as the general stressors that come with being the team’s captain as well as a third year (fuck those scholarship/college entry essays, amirite?) are getting to him. But luckily for him, he’s got his lovely little partner to help pull him out of his head.

“Can’t sleep?”

The question shocks Tetsurou if for no other reason than he was sure that everyone else had already fallen asleep, desperate to catch up on the rest that nerves had robbed them of the night prior. It may only be a half hour from their school to the stadium, but every bit of energy that they can acquire, no matter how seemingly minuscule, really will count down the line. The chorus of light snores are cut through by the occasional cough or dull th-thunk-ing of the bus rattling over something in the road; an odd lullaby to be sure, but one that three years’ worth of away games have taught him to appreciate.

Under normal circumstance the familiar refrain would’ve seen him drifting off along with everyone else, but his mind refuses to turn off this morning. His thoughts have been rapidly oscillating between various plays, the breakdown of rival teams’ structures, the welfare of his own teammates, and eventualities that he has no real way of evaluating or controlling. It’s an endless, near vicious loop that he’s yet to find a means of escaping in (relatively) quiet moments such as these, and so he’s resigned himself to suffer until an adequate distraction presents itself.

In truth he’s been mentally running himself ragged for the past week, with his anxieties reaching a resounding crescendo the moment he stepped onto the school grounds just a little while ago. If it were just the tournament he could probably deal, but it’s not just the tournament. It’s the tournament and the half dozen-plus entry essays that are sitting on his hard drive in various states of completion and the school year that he needs to survive with his GPA intact for those things to even have use and his mother who’s already exhibiting symptoms of empty nest syndrome despite the fact that he’s still here and Hitomi visits at least once a week (never mind that neither of them has actually lived with her in over a decade).

Dozens upon dozens of responsibilities and obligations of varying import have finally complied enough to reach critical mass, and the resulting internal meltdown is a thing that he’s been determined to weather alone.

Because Tetsurou Kuroo does not share his burdens, he bears them—resolutely and without complaint.

This is why he’d been all smiles and encouraging words and back slaps and everything else his teammates expected of him when he arrived this morning. He could do no less, be no less, not when they looked to him for stability. He’s sure that Kenma, Yaku, and Kai had seen right through his façade—never mind your knowing frown—but you all had been wise (not to mention kind) enough to keep your observations behind your teeth. After all, it wouldn’t do for the others to find out their seemingly unflappable captain’s just as capable of harboring doubts as the rest of them.

His kohai setter might be the brains, but Kuroo’s role runs deeper in some ways. He’s in the team’s very cells, the nucleus that gives direction, brings structure. To allow his misgivings to visibly manifest themselves would be extremely selfish, in his opinion, especially when he knows the worst of them will fall away once he’s on the court.

And so he sits here in the still and silent of a too early hour on a dreary January morning, nursing his thoughts with eyes pinched shut and mouth set in a hard line. Sleep is not a thing he’ll be entertaining anytime soon, but that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t be.

“I can hear you thinking,” you say, answering the question of why you too are awake before he’s forced to ask. “I would ask you what is it that’s got you so wound up, but that’d be kinda silly, huh?”

He pushes out a huff of air through his nose at that, as much of a laugh as he can muster at the moment. When you squeeze at the hand that has been firmly in yours since you’d both settled in, he knows that it’s a silent call for him to unburden himself, and yet he hesitates. It’s not that he doesn’t want to confide in you—well, okay, that’s a lie. He’s never been one to share his fears easily, never wanted to risk making himself a nuisance to those closest to him (to risk having yet another person he cares deeply about leave him behind because his needs extended beyond the extent of their capacity to care).

But if knowing you—loving you and being loved in turn—has taught him anything is that when someone truly cares for you they’ll be there, however and wherever you need them, for as long as you need them. So long as he’s brave enough to make the jump he knows you’ll be there to catch him on the way down.

Still, he doesn’t open his eyes, not yet, settling instead for a shrug that he’s sure you feel more than see as he’s careful not to displace you from where you’re leaning heavily into his side. Though the reply is hardly one at all, you’ve long since learned to speak Tetsurou Kuroo fluently.

“Worried?”

“Mm.” (Though it pains me to admit it, yes, yes I am.)

Your thumb follows the length of his own in slow, steady strokes as you tell him, “Don’t be.”

“Hmm…” (Easy for you to say, sweetheart. You’re not the one that’s gotta get out there and preform.)

“You guys have been training hard, yeah? Have done everything you can to prepare?”

“Mhm.” (You know we did, you were there.)

“Then there’s nothing else for it. Trust in your team, trust in your training, trust in yourself. You got this, babe.”

The feeling of your shifting is the thing that finally sees his eyes opening. Overcast skies have turned the whole of the horizon into a uniform sheet of white-grey and he finds himself blinking hard against the muted brightness. When his inner lenses finally decide to play nice and focus you’re smiling that perfect little smile of yours—the one that you save just for him, and grace him with liberally. He mirrors the sentiment, slow and easy, as he allows his forehead to come down to rest against yours.

“Remember—no doubts.”

Those words have been a mainstay in your relationship since you’d uttered them all those months ago, and the callback works as well as it ever does. His smile softens down into something sweet, private—an expression saved solely for you, one that he knows you think is just as perfect as the one you’re giving him—before falling away under a chaste press of lips.

“No doubts,” he echoes, voice decisive and heart steadier than it has been in a long while.

One Hundredth Kiss 🍃 Questionable Decisions that Bear Repeating || WC: 900~

CW for one use of ‘kitten’ as an endearment (Reader receiving). Also more mentions of Kuroo’s jacked up home life. His parents’ divorce (and the resulting emotional fallout) really did a number on him, and while he’s determined to rise above it all he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t still get him inside his head from time to time. Luckily for him he’s got a sweet, loving, and supportive partner that’s more than willing to help ease his thoughts and fears…

“Looks like you got the first problem wrong, and if you used this formula for the subsequent ones—and I’m guessing you did—then that means they’re all wrong too.”

You stare blankly at the essay before you, the words that you’re supposed to be scrutinizing for the sake of your boyfriend’s GPA dropping out of focus until they coalesce into a formless, graphite hued blob. Biting down on the dread that’s attempting to claw its way up from your stomach to settle inside your chest, you blink hard a few times and take one deep, steadying breath before slowly looking down past your knees to the man that sits with your legs in his lap. A too small bed in an equally small room makes the positioning more of a concession than a comfort in the same way that your calling what Tetsurou is doing ‘sitting’ is being extremely generous. In truth your boyfriend is one of the worst manspreaders that you’ve ever met, though in his defense his stature doesn’t really allow for him to not sprawl.

Still, he’s taking up a good chunk of real estate in your dorm, with his long ass legs stretching over the side of the mattress and far beyond, to the point where his feet are nearly under your desk. As for the rest of him—his back’s slouched against the wall at what has to be an uncomfortable angle while the hand that isn’t holding your (apparently very much wrong) calculus homework busies itself with rubbing a soothing pattern against your calf. It would be more effective, you’re sure, if it wasn’t accompanied by a golden gaze shuddered with pity.

“That… cannot be right. I spent so long on those problems, Tetsu!”

“I know, baby.”

“And I triple checked to make sure I was using the right formula because I knew I kept getting them mixed up–”

“I know–”

“I even had you check for me! So how—fucking how—is this even possible?” You pause again as another thought suddenly takes you. “Tetsurou Kuroo. If you’re trolling me right now, on god…”

He holds your stare (glare) for a beat, then two before his mouth starts to twitch with the beginnings of a laugh. When you growl out his name the dam bursts leaving him cackling like a hyena as he doubles over.

You pull your legs up towards yourself as you tell him, “You’re the absolute worst, you know that?” When he only laughs harder you nudge him just as hard with your feet in a bid to push him out of your bed. It doesn’t work, of course, he’s built way too sturdily for that, but the sentiment is there at least. “Ugh, I swear I cannot stand your childish ass! You stay on some bullshit…”

“Oya?”

“Oh no—we are not starting that mess. Get out, I don’t want to look at your stupid face anymore–”

He snorts at that. “Oh so now my face is stupid, huh?”

“Yup,” you’re quick to reply, popping the ‘P’, “and your hair is worse. Ol’ chemistry rooster looking headass. ‘What is a comb?’ headass. All the gel in the world can’t do nothing for all these damn cowlicks headass–”

Your next quip devolves into a squawk followed by peals of laughter as your man quickly pulls you down the length of the bed so that he can cage you in. Retribution comes in the form of a flurry of kisses that are interspersed with the odd nip to your vulnerable neck and collarbones; all the while you’re left to laugh wildly as you try to fend off his attack. It’s only when your giggles turn into something more breathless and wanting that he decides that you’ve been properly chastened. He kisses his way up your neck and over your jaw, stopping just shy of letting his lips brush against your eager mouth.

“If I’m all that, kitten, then why do you love me so much, hmm?”

“Because I make questionable life decisions, obviously.” A coquettish air replaces the snark that would usually color such a retort, with your voice wrapping around the words in a sinuous purr instead.

He hums at that, his lips slurring along your skin until he’s able to breathe his reply directly into your ear. “In that case, wanna make another one—or several—with me right now?”

“Oh hell yes…”

“Well somebody’s eager. No second thoughts, questions, concerns… Doubts…?” Though his tone is equal parts playful and teasing, there’s something buried in the heart of it—of him—that harbors doubts of its own.

It’s that same part that leaves him clenching desperately at you on days when childhood memories try and convince him that love is transient and that vows are made to be broken– That part that has him begging you to be that one defiance to everything he knows and stay on nights when he thinks you to be soundly asleep– That part that drives him to do better by you than what he’s been shown, and to be the kind of man that can be trusted to guard your heart.

That level of passion, devotion, love can only ever be met in kind. This is why you do not hesitate to drop all pretenses– Why you pull him flush against you—body to body, heart against heart– Why you pour all of your sincerity into one simple promise, words that have become a well-loved refrain–

“No doubts—not now, not ever.”

–and seal it all with a sweet, lingering kiss.

Forever Kiss 🍃 It’s too Late to Catch Me (Because I’ve Already Fallen for You) || WC: 700~

“Still falling for me, even after all these years, huh?” Admittedly it’s not his best line, but Tetsurou figures he can be cut some slack given the fact that the person he loves more than anything almost lost their life to their own clumsy feet.

Okay, so he might be being a bit dramatic here—your fall probably would’ve only netted you a bruise at most—but having spent the better part of a year babysitting the well-meaning, but ultimately chaotic disaster humans that made up his old VBC has taught him to expect the worst from even the most minor of instances. But the what if’s are all immaterial in the end, he supposes, since they were not. He was there to catch you (albeit unwittingly, you’d kinda just fell into his chest as he was coming through the door) and your knees are safe and contusion free, so what more could either of you ask for?

Perhaps a lack of cheesy and ill-timed pick-up lines, if your unimpressed stare is anything to go by, but hey—you knew what you were signing up for from jump.

Though your face screws itself up into something thoroughly annoyed, for Tetsurou that has always translated as ridiculously adorable, so by his estimation it really shouldn’t surprise you that your expression does not garner the desired reaction.

His smirk is as unrepentant as ever as he pulls you more firmly against himself to press kiss after overly loud kiss across the breadth of your cheeks, only daring to capture your lips once their pout parts around reluctant burbles of laughter. It only takes a few pecks before you’re both in need of more, but he refuses to be the one to break. Holding on to his resolve when you’re whining so prettily for him—feeble hands curling into the fabric of his shirt and his name falling from your lips in a plea as you look up at him with those doe-like eyes—is a nearly impossible feat, but he manages if only just.

He tells you to use your words, but you decide that actions would serve you both better and honestly he couldn’t agree more. He bends easily under your insistent tugs, yielding control of the kiss readily only to snatch it back the moment you think you’ve gained some ground. When a need for oxygen forces you to part some long seconds later he’s pleased to see you thoroughly flustered and damn near drunk on his affections.

Gods, they’re always so beautiful, but seeing them like this? Breathtaking, truly… Though the thought is an overly sweet one, by the time it makes it out of his mouth, well…

“Gods, you’re so into me—simp.”

You scoff at that. “Says the man who’s still trying to win me over with dry ass pickup lines after damn near a decade of being together.”

“But did it work though?”

When you don’t bother with a reply beyond an exasperated roll of your eyes he counts it as a success. And said success, he decides, deserves a reward in the form of claiming your lips once again.

You don’t resist him despite the cut of your glance, with that soon falling away under the fluttering of lids. Tetsurou eyes follow suit with a soft exhale as he revels in the sweetness of the kiss. There is nothing demanding about the ministration, only the gentle give and take, the beauty that comes with intimate repetition.

When the pair of you part this time it’s with a soft sigh, but you don’t go far. Foreheads brace against one another as breaths are shared and heartbeats sync. The silence that follows is a comfortable one that the man is reluctant to break, and yet he feels compelled to speak just the same, to reassure you of his love just as you’ve done for him so many times throughout the years.

“I know I’m not the most conventional when it comes to showing it, but– I love you, ____. Far more than what you’ll probably ever know, honestly.”

His words leave your eyes syruping with emotion as you match his stare and devotion both. “You drive me crazy more often than not, but I really do love you for it. I love you, Tetsu. Always…”

“I know, baby, I know—and I never doubted it, not even for a second.”

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