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yoisami · 6 months

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˚₊‧୨୧ TELL YOU SOMEDAY

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: i’m unsettled that i wrote a birthday fic for kuroo but not for my bf osamu :/ was gonna drop an angsty bomb for him LOL but decided not to for hana (ily bae) ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

tags. kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader, 1.5k wc, fluff, unestablished relationship, happy birthday kuroo yay, heavy narration sorry, if every time i use an em dash in my writing and i gain a dollar, i’d be a literal billionaire

“sit here and wait for me!”

brandishing your index finger at your couch, kuroo complies with your facetious command as he falls into the couch, sinking into the furniture. a familiar, frisky grin blossoms on your face before you turn your head to prepare “something” in the kitchen. you even declared that you wouldn’t hesitate to kick him out of your apartment if he enters the kitchen.

“better be quick then,” kuroo jests, watching you leave the living room and into the kitchen. peeping your head out, you scrunch your nose as he reciprocates your expression.

you look at him once more as your lips break into another grin. “don’t rush me. good things take time!”

right now, you’re completely persuaded that he’s an idiot and is fully unaware of the little birthday “surprise” you’ve prepared for him, and kuroo pats himself on the back for being able to continue this game of pretend play. while you’re busy bathing in a pool of triumph, you don’t realise that you’ve fallen for kuroo’s fake ignorance—he knows that you’ve arranged a birthday cake for him, with candles to blow out at exactly twelve o’clock.

it’s currently eleven fifty-one, and you’re adding some final touches to kuroo’s birthday cake in the kitchen—the ultimate reason why he’s prohibited from entering the kitchen for the next nine minutes.

the corner of his lips curves upwards when you’ve left the living room entirely, and he dips his head backwards, throwing a palm over his eyes. with his vision partially covered, his sole focus is on the warmth that blooms inside his cheeks and the tips of his ears, and it feels as if his heart is about to combust. it’s beating violently and incessantly, and kuroo admits that he’s a lovesick fool—for you.

he’s twenty—soon to be twenty-one—but acts nothing like the true adult that he’s supposed to be. unable to control his teeming bliss, kuroo buries his face into one of the available cushions on the couch, murmuring and screeching incoherently into the slip before he lifts his head up.

whether it’s his love that makes him immature or it’s his inborn fate to be an idiot, kuroo feels as if he’s reversed time and become a second-year high school student again—someone who is eager to love another, and hopeful about the works of romance. kuroo established the fact that he liked you when he was fourteen and naïve, only expecting his feelings would eventually dilute when he entered high school. he was convinced that you were just a “phase” that he was yet to grow out of, but quite the opposite happened—he didn’t fall for a single one of his classmates because you continued to reign over his heart.

their jokes were inferior to yours, and none of them were as talented as you. your voice had a pretty tone, and it’s distinct from everyone else’s—even to this day, your voice continues to call out to his heart, whether it was signalling to him or not. his classmates weren’t as kind as you, or as caring as you, or as selfless as you—you’re special to him.

and even though he’s in university, where there are more attractive and talented people, no one else could win him over like you do. kuroo believes that you have some superpower over his heart—kenma’s face twisted in disgust when he said that the first time.

to his dismay, you didn’t appear to feel the same way as he did. your pair of eyes followed another boy, and your romantic gestures were never directed at kuroo. in high school, you baked pink butter cookies for some other boy every year on valentine’s day. they were packaged in clear pockets that were tied shut by lace ribbons you purposely visited the department store for, and you’d arrive at school in the early morning to secure a spot for your gift on his desk. your heart seemed to call out to someone else; your heart seemed to be in the hands of someone else.

but after high school, things have changed. you no longer spend time thinking about a boy you like before falling asleep, nor do you bashfully fix your hair when he walks by. for once, your heart seems to be vacant for kuroo.

and he’d be stupid if he didn’t take that to his advantage.

for the past month, kuroo has been scattering pieces of his feelings beside your feet that form a path to him. in your conversations, he responded to you in ways that potentially suggested romance in hopes of confusing you (he has to have a bit of fun, of course), was acting more chivalrously around you, and was a tad more affectionate with you (throwing his arm over your shoulders when you’re walking, fixing your hair when the wind messes it up)—all of them were shimmering hints that he’s been hoping you’d take notice of.

and you have, and kuroo’s more than pleased to see that you mirror his gestures too. when he drops a pathetic pick-up line, you do the same; when kuroo flippantly taps your knee under the table, you take his hand and momentarily fidget with his calloused hand.

you’re flustered when he leans in close to tease you; in his periphery, he notices your prolonged stares, and you’ve changed your hair accessories to his favourite colour.

finally, you like him back.

“tetsurou! shut your eyes.”

kuroo straightens his posture as he closes his eyes, his hands resting on his knees. despite having his eyes shut, he could see that the lights in the apartment had been turned off. now, he’s limited to only four of his senses.

the sound of your footsteps lightly pad in his direction, and he could hear your broken giggles as you made a half-hearted attempt to hold yourself back from laughing at him. the heater softly whirrs, but the noise dissipates from kuroo’s focus when you begin to sing.

“happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you...”

it’s a sweet tune that he hears once every year, usually sung by a number of his friends and family. their voices would combine, sounding a little off-tune and unsynchronised, and kuroo would never be able to tell whose voice belongs to whom.

“happy birthday dear tetsurou...”

but this year, you’re the first person to sing him this song, and he appreciates it more than yaku’s frequent voice cracks when he sings.

“happy birthday to you!”

your voice gently falls to end the song, but soon returns when he feels your elbow nudging his arm. “hey—open your eyes.”

the living room is dimly lit by tiny flame that flutters atop the pink candle, standing humbly as the only candle on kuroo’s birthday cake. it offers enough light for him to see everything within his vicinity, but it especially accentuates your presence.

“i sang you ‘happy birthday’ and you didn’t even open your eyes for that,” you sigh, plastering a counterfeit frown on your lips. he knows your pout is a joke when it quickly vanishes, defeated by your animated grin that puts his thoughts on hold. “make a wish.”

“alright.”

his eyes are closed again. his hands are clasped together and pressed to his lips, and his heart, eager and hopeful, is singing out to you:

i want to be the one you love.

there’s a short moment of silence before your voice interferes with the silence in the room. “done?”

opening his eyes, kuroo nods. curiousity glints in your irises, and you lean in closer to him.

“what’d you wish for?”

“can’t tell you that,” kuroo says. “if i tell you, then it won’t come true.”

“what are you, five? you know that birthday wishes don’t come true anyway.”

well, kuroo hopes that your assumption is wrong—very wrong.

“so, what’d you wish for?”

between the two of you, kuroo can see miniscule, colourless particles that maunder in the air. he then focuses on you—your skin imbibes the flame’s yellow glow, and your eye smiles remind him of half-moons in summer. perfection exists within you, and kuroo is accustomed to the twinkle of love that he sees in your pupils when light ricochets off your cornea.

two years ago, you’d look at him with so much love—however, it’s a different kind of love that he sees in your eyes now. you look at him as if he collects glitter from the moon for you, and you look at him as if he’s the prince charming in your fairytale. you love him, and he loves you—

—but that’s a secret he’ll keep to himself for a little while longer.

“are you gonna an—”

when kuroo flicks your forehead with his blistered fingers, you jerk away, yelping “ow!” as you bring your hand to soothe the area, scowling at his trademark smirk.

“i’ll tell you someday. but i want to eat the cake now.”

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