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sunatooru · 2 months

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Hey i have a request, (￣∇￣)

Can i have a fic about kuroo finding out the reader is pregnant with his child when they are in high school/collage and they are not dating. Like his reaction when he tells her and what he does next.... (It's ok if you don't but please do I'm dying to read something like thisಥ‿ಥ)

Btw I love the way you write✍️

Helloo, I hope you like this x

Warnings: mentions pregnancy

You didn’t realise one night would change your whole life. A night of fun, of starting college, carelessness, and living in the moment is now shoving 2 red lines into you face as your sit in a campus toilet.

Do you tell him? Do you keep it? Should you just pretend it didn’t happen? All these questions race through your head and as much as your pinch yourself hoping it’s a dream, the red lines are still there.

You decided that you had to tell him. It took two people that night and it’ll take two people to come up with a decision.

You ready yourself before leaving the bathroom. Half hoping you wouldn’t see him and the other half just wanting to get it over with. And you see him, laughing with his group of friends with no stress. You get your phone out and message him. You needed to do it somewhere quiet

“Hey, do you mind seeing me for a bit? I’ll wait around the gates after classes.” You read it five times before hitting send, jamming your phone in your pocket in case he replies straight away.

You still hadn’t check your phone as you waited at the gates. He’ll come right? You chewed your lip in nervousness, slowly reaching into your pocket to check your phone. But just as you was you, hear his voice.

“Y/n, hey sorry I took so long.” He smiles at you. And that was all it took for your eyes to fill up with tears.

You grab his wrist and pull into a less crowded space, quickly wiping your tears as you build up the courage.

“You ok? Did something happen?” He looks worried, he really was a nice guy.

“Kuroo…I know we aren’t a couple and we had a night together and it probably meant nothing to you. I mean it wasn’t like we really knew each other but I just…I’m sorry I just need to let you know this..” you ramble and he furrows his brows trying to understand you.

“I realised I was a few days late but it happens some times so wasn’t too worried but I decided to check just in case… and… I’m pregnant.” You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for what he will say. Will he walk away? Will he take responsibility? Does he want it?

A few seconds pass and you still haven’t heard anything from him. You open your eyes and see his hands covering his face.

“Y/n..” he starts and you feel your tears coming back.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I’ve put you in this position. I- I won’t let you go through this.” Oh so he doesn’t want it, you think to yourself.

“I won’t let you go through this alone. Yes, we’re aren’t in a relationship but honestly I like you, you’re so kind and smart and I want to make it work. For you and for the baby. If you want to keep it, that is. I’m here for you. I’ll be here for you. Whatever you decide, I’ll support. We can make it work.” You look at him in shock. Did he just say he’ll look after us? Was it really your choice?

“Kuroo, are you sure? We’re still in college, and I know that you’re studying super hard to get where you want. Won’t this be too much for you?” You needed to know.

“Y/n. This isn’t just your responsibility, it’s mine too. I know we’re in college and studying hard but that doesn’t mean I’ll leave you alone to deal with this. Even if we didn’t ask for this to happen, it has, and I’m going to make I’m there for you both.” He really was a nice guy.

He gives you a tight hug, rubbing your back as your sigh into his embrace. He walks you back to yours, telling you what he plans to do, including picking you up and spending more time with you. He reassures you that you and him will make it work and that he won’t give up no matter how tough it gets.

You smile to yourself. Even though you didn’t start off together, the soft kiss he leaves on your forehead tells you that you will grow together. As a family.

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lssugaluv · 7 months

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The way he asks you to marry him.

Fem reader x various Haikyuu characters.

• Haikyuu Headcanons.

• Small Stories + Headcanons.

• Contains: Fluff, bunch of it. How long you’ve been dating for, romance, sweetness, petnames, high school to adult romance.(most of them.)

• Characters: Ushijima, Kuroo, Sugawara, Atsumu, & Suna.

Sugawara;

You and Suga have been dating for 4 years now. You began dating on your third year of high school.

You were the girl of his dreams. When he had finally gained the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend, after having the biggest crush on you since your first year, he felt like he was about to pass out.

Those nerves came again when he asked you to meet him at your favorite garden in Kokedera, Kyoto. It was just the two of you, he wanted the proposal to be as intimate as can be.

He asked you to come in a cute flowy white dress he bought for you. He wore a loose white dress shirt with kacky pants and white slip on vans.

When he saw you arrive, he swore you were an Angel sent from heaven. Gorgeous as ever. Today you were just extra gorgeous to him.

At first you had no idea why he asked you to come dressed up to the garden but you didn’t question him. Once you arrived and saw him playing with his fingers and slightly flushed from his cheeks, you knew something was up.

He went ahead and grabbed both of your hands and yelled “I LOVE YOU.”

You giggle and tell him you love him as well.

“P..PL..PLEASE BE MY WIFE!”

You open your eyes wide and grow the biggest smile you can possibly have. “Baby, you don’t need to yell.” You say as you giggle. You reach in to kiss his soft lips and place your forehead on his, eyes closed. “I would love to be your wife.” As you both give each other the biggest bear hug.

Ushijima;

You and Ushijima have been dating for 3 years now.

You two met in middle school due to your family moving to Sendai and being neighbors with Ushijima. You guys will unintentionally walk to school together and back home.

In high school, you guys will hardly talk but he had always though you were very pretty. He loved how naturally beautiful you were and how happy you seem to be. He got to know after you two graduated Shiratorizawa. You both went to the same college and pursued your dream careers.

The way he asked to marry you was by taking you to the pathway to Shiratorizawa. Compared to your middle school walk, the high school was a bit further from your homes.

You guys will have to pass through a river path everyday and gorgeous greenery.

You two were walking in silence hand in hand. He always loved how your small hand fit perfectly with his huge hand. He loved how the soft wind will blow your hair and he was able to see your beautiful side view and features. He loved how every step he’ll take, you’ll try to keep up with him.

You two finally arrived to the River pathway and he had asked you to take a seat on the grass with him. You two enjoy the nature and the sounds of the river currents. Despite your now busy lives, he always enjoyed this peace with you. With no one around but just the two of you.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you Y/N.”

You gently smile and rest your head on his shoulder , rubbing your hand up and down his forearm.

“I do too Toshi.”

He moves in front of you, blocking the view of the river, which you didn’t mind at all. He’s the view you love to see.

“Please marry me.” He says as he opens a small dark blue cube box with a simple silver band in the box.

You couldn’t help but not hold back your tears and nod your head as in yes. You stick your hand out and he places the small engagement band around your small finger. “I love you” you say as you give him the most sweetest kiss.

Suna;

You and Suna have been best friends since elementary.

You two began to actually date on your first year of high school. You have been his high school sweetheart, his biggest supporter, his best friend, his everything since day one. He knew one day he will marry you. And the day to ask the big question has came at last.

Suna has always been one to keep to himself but when it came to the two of you being alone, man was he attached to you. He always shows his true colors when only being with you. He is crazy in love with you.

The way he asks to marry you is by asking you to come over to his apartment and making dinner together.

You came dressed in a nice light pink corset top with light washed jeans and low white heels. You always loved to get dolled up for him even when he said he preferred you in his sweater and sweatpants.

He was dressed casual, a black polo shirt and some jeans, and shoes, well he had slippers on because he was inside his apartment.

You guys decide to go with chicken Alfredo pasta since today’s date night dinner was Italian. You guys always will meet up during your busy weeks, or FaceTime when he was out of the country or town due to tournaments. You will always play “Spin the Wheel” using your phone and typing which country you guys should do date night with.

Since it was Italian night, you guys made homemade pasta, got store bought Gelato, and decided to watch “Letters To Juliet.” He knew how much you love romance movies, so he always let you choose the movies.

Meanwhile you guys were eating, you noticed he was eating slower than usual. Which you grew to worry because the food was very delicious. “Rin Rin, is everything okay?” He picked up that he was overthinking and quickly stuffed pasta in his mouth. “Yes princess. The food is delicious.” He says with a mouthful.

When you cleaned up after eating and served the gelato, you meet him at the couch with the movie ready to play on Netflix. You notice that he was on his phone, which was a rule that when on date night, no phones allowed. You stopped the movie to ask him what was wrong again.

He assures you nothing is wrong and told you to play the movie. You then notice he once again is focused of his phone when you pull the phone away from his hands. He freezes when you gasped after you read what was on the Google search.

“ How to surprise girlfriend with a proposal?”

After you finished reading, you saw he was right in front of you, both knees on the ground and one small white box on your thigh. “I panicked and didn’t know how to surprise you. But I want you to be with me forever more. Sorry you had to find out through Google Y/N.”

You place the white box on the side of the couch and literally jump on him, both of your bodies dropping to the ground. You begin to give him a billions of kisses all over his face, with the biggest smile on your face. “A millions times yes Rintarou.”

Kuroo;

As he’s pacing back and forth in Kenma’s room, he finally got an idea. “I know where! I can propose to Y/N at the beach.” He says as he grabs on to his best friends shoulders, blocking his game.

Kenma moves his head to the side to get a view of his game. “I already told you that idea.”

You and Kuroo have been dating for 2 years. You guys met at work in the office. You guys actually met at the beach. It was frustrating day for him, and he loves to cool off at the beach. You had gone that day because you were supposed to go on a date, just for the guy to stood you up. You knew of one another at work but never actually spoken until that day.

He had saw you walking alone by the waves, barefoot while you were holding your heels. It was freezing that day, which he thought you were insane walking barefoot. He walks toward you when he saw you were wiping your tears and standing in front of the ocean.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You turn to face the tall man and completely ball out crying. He invited you to eat ramen after your cried it out and took you home. He waited in the living room until you showered and had made tea for you. He then had left once he saw you fully asleep, and left a note on your nightstand giving you his number.

You meet him at the beach and you see he is standing right in front of the ocean. You silently walk toward him and stand next to him, taking in the ocean breeze. “Remember two years ago when I met you at this exact spot? You were crying for some asshole meanwhile I was having a work meltdown.” He still hadn’t made any eye contact with you but continued. “I remember thinking how pretty you looked crying and wondered to myself, man, if only a girl can cry for me.”

He takes your hand and placed a small diamond ring on your left ring finger. “Let me be the one to wipe your tears on the altar when we’re getting married. I love you, always and forever. Thank you for being my everything.”

You begin to cry after staring at the tiny rock for a good 5 minutes. He gently picks up your face with his two huge hands, wiping your happy tears with his thumbs. “Yes Tetsu. Yes.”

Atsumu;

You and Atsumu have been dating for 5 years. You began to date during your second year of high school. Everyone who knew you and Atsumu gave you 1 week for you to break up with him. They always knew Atsumu to be the dumb volleyball nerd meanwhile you were a smart straight A student. You both were pretty popular, but people thought you were too much for Atsumu.

Atsumu has always been loud, obnoxious, and sometimes an airhead. But boy did he love you. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you as soon as you had surprised him at one of his volleyball games. “She’s the one.” He said nice and proud to his teammates that day at the locker rooms.

During the nationals, he went out of the country and had invited you with him. It was pretty tough for you to leave due to your university schedule but you had managed to make it. You were wearing his jersey that day, cheering loud and proud for your MSBY superstar.

You hear the bell and call it game and they had won. From there , some people were leaving and you were so excited to see Atsumu to congratulate him and the team. From there, you see yourself on the jumbo screen confused. You look down at Atsumu and look back up at the jumbo screen to see Atsumu on one knee with the screen saying “Marry me baby.” The screen once again goes back to you with tears running down your face and the rest of the crowd cheering loudly.

Bokuto had ran to go get you and grabs your hand and you both run to the court. Once you guys get to the doors of the entrance of the courts, Bokuto stops and leaves you on your own. You charged towards Atsumu, jumping on him and clinging on him. You gave him a huge kiss and said “I would love to marry you Atsumu.” He then pulls your head towards him and gives you three huge kisses, carrying you meanwhile the crowd roars again and all cameras on you both.

After thoughts:

• Hey y’all. Coming back to you with some fluff because why not? And Haikyuuuu head canons are my fav. I just got married through the court. So of course love is in the air and I wanted to write about proposing.

• Not Proofread. :/

• Please enjoy, like, comment & Reblog.

• Please do not copy my work. <3

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basilly · 2 years

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you're rambling on, voice blending with the sounds of the television. he lays on the sofa, head on your lap. soon enough you nudge him slightly.

"did you just hear what i said?" "could you say that one more time?" "were you not listening?" "i was- but i just like hearing your voice."

ofc there's a smirk on his face, while your face burns like a california summer.

-- TSUKKISHIMA, suna, ATSUMU, KUROO, sugawara, OIKAWA, & osamu

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radiantteacup · 9 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐌-𝐖𝐄𝐁𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘!

༊*·˚ When you chose a major like Aerospace Engineering you imagined it would be challenging but nothing had prepared you for how arduous it truly is, luckily your sweet boyfriend is there to comfort you!

˗ˏˋFeaturing ´ˎ˗ Akaashi Keiji, Sugawara Koushi, Daichi Sawamura, Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo tetsurou, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Osamu Miya.

˗ˏˋWarnings ´ˎ˗ Strong language, Lashing out

God, this was exhausting.

You'd been slaving over your 16 page Aerospace Engineering final essay for hours, getting practically no where. What in the hell had made you think Aerospace Engineering was the way to go?

You're close to tears at this point as you flip through your worn out, second hand copy of The Merriam-Webster Dictionary. Your professor had given a very circumlocutory speech about how "1st grade level vocabulary just wasn't going to cut it in his class."

So now you're here, sitting in a fluffy bear onesie, at your desk, at 2am, using words like circumlocutory instead of being with your boyfriend, asleep in the bed behind you.

Glancing back at your unconscious lover you can't help the worn out smile that crawls its way onto your lips. You guess not even exhaustion could fend off your adulation for the handsome boy.

You sigh, turning back to the laptop screen sitting on the desk in front of you. The suddenly resplendent glow of the screen was giving you ineffable headache which suddenly sparked rage within you.

I can't fucking stand this anymore.

Abruptly standing up from where you'd been seated for what felt like a millennia, you slam the laptop closed and shove the dictionary off the desk. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to force back the tears that sting your eyes, resting your trembling hands on the wooden desk.

Despite your best efforts, droplets of water come cascading down your cheeks just moments later. The frustration that had been bubbling in your chest was starting to suffocate you in your own rage.

"Babe?"

The sound of his voice breaks your trance of monotonous anger.

"What now?"

You spoke with breviloquence, the raised tone of your voice irritatingly telling of your current predicament.

Rather than answering, he slides out of the bed, quietly making his way to you. You can hear him grunt as he steps over your chair which had fallen over when you shoved yourself out of it.

"What's wrong baby?"

His voice is soft in your ear, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to pull you against his chest.

"I-"

Your voice breaks, the tightness in your throat stealing your words; You hang your head, bringing your hands to cover your mouth as you try to hold back the sobs that broke from between your lips.

I'm so fucking tired.

Your barely register the feeling of him turning you around in his arms, holding your head against his chest, but it slams open the last flood gate that blocked your tears as you break down in his warm embrace.

You faintly hear the way he hums in your ear, rocking the two of you side to side. You try to focus on it, on the pitchy mumbles of London Bridge is Falling Down while your breathing begins to even out.

When the tears stop falling, he brings his hand up to cup your cheeks, angling your face to look at him.

"Can you tell what's wrong now baby?"

The gentle murmur of his voice almost makes you want to cry again.

"This stupid fucking professor expects us to write a 16 page essay using meritorious vocabulary words like fucking Consangeneous."

"When is it supposed to be due?"

"Next Wednesday."

"Then come to bed, it's only Thursday, honey."

You want to refuse, to insist you stay up and keep working, but even imagining opening that laptop again makes you want to cry, so you oblige and follow him to bed.

When the two of you are finally beneath the covers, holding one another you can hear him whisper softly in your ear.

"You're doing so well my love, so just relax for now."

A/n: Tbh I wrote this because I've been preparing to go back to school and needed an excuse to test out new vocab words. You may see a lot of grandiose words in my next few works. :p

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missuga · 2 years

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Last Week (11:31 p.m) — Kuroo Tetsurou

+ college au, not edited | 1k

“You’ve reached-”

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the sound of the generic voicemail sounding through the phone for the third time, hanging up before you suffered through the rest of it this time.

‘call me anytime, i’ll answer

You could’ve sworn that’s what Kuroo told you after walking you back to your apartment just a week ago, but with each call, he didn’t answer you started to get worried that maybe he didn’t mean what he said.

He’d put his number in your phone himself, so you knew it wasn’t your fault for mishearing him. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe he was just ignoring you even though he didn’t seem like the type. He was so eager when you agreed to take his number.

“Screw it.” You sighed, slouching against the seat at the bar, fingers ghosting against the cold rim of your glass.

No matter how hard you tried to scrub Kuroo’s name from your head it didn’t work though, the last time you were at this bar he was with you after all. The seat to your right felt even more empty than it did before he joined you.

You were half expecting him to be there when you walked in there, not bothering to ask one of your friends if they wanted to go out. You were regretting that now.

“Want another?”

You looked up at the bartender, contemplating for only a moment how long you’d stay here moping at the bar.

“Sure,” You started, voice a bit quieter than you meant it to come out. “Might be my last though.”

“Just let me know, there’s no rush we’re open all night.” She responded with a soft smile like she knew you’d been waiting for someone to show.

She was right too, the thought of seeing his dopey smile again was the only thing that held you stuck in the hard barstool at the bar.

The new drink sat on the bar in front of you for a minute before you even touched it, lost within your thoughts instead.

You’d seen Kuroo in a couple of your classes before running into him at the bar. The few times the two of you fought to get the right answer out faster to your professor’s questions had you hooked already, there was something interesting in how he challenged you in class.

Last weekend was the first time you actually spoke to him though.

The shared glances that seemed to last forever in class amounted to nothing compared to the conversations you had. From the first moment he wandered up to you at the bar you cursed yourself out for your heart beating faster than you thought it should.

“Oh, thank god.”

It took you a long moment for your attention to break away from the bar top, eyes flicking to the person leaning against the bar next to you now, and for a moment you almost wondered just how strong the bartender had been making your drinks.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, mouth slightly agape as you stared at the exact person you’d been thinking of for the past week, tone stuck between relief and a cold touch.

Kuroo stared at you for a minute, and it was so hard to read his face. Your own feelings spilled over into what you thought you saw stirring in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you answer me?” Your tone leaned more towards a cold distance now, “I called you three-”

“I think I gave you the wrong number.” He interrupted, and all you could do was blink a few times, trying to process what he said.

“Huh?”

“Last week I messed up the last two digits of my number,” He said once more, hand rubbing the back of his neck now and you could tell it took everything in him to keep looking at you. A soft hue of pink drifting across his cheeks now made your heart speed up just like the first time you met. “I’m sorry-”

“You’re kidding.”

“Um.. what?” He asked, eyes wide now as if he was scared you were mad despite the way your shoulders sank in relief and how you leaned back against the bar stool.

“I was really hoping something like this happened.” You said, the corner of your lips tugging into a soft smile at him. “You seemed pretty eager to talk to me last week, I thought it was weird you’d been ignoring my calls.”

“For a couple days I thought you ghosted me too.” Kuroo laughed, finally taking a seat next to you. “You’re not mad? I know it was pretty stupid of me.”

“Not at all, it’s kind of funny.”

“You need something?” The bartender came up to you again, looking at him this time and he nodded quickly. “Your usual?”

“You bet.” He answered quickly, smiling as the bartender left to make his drink. “So, can I give you my actual number now?”

“Let me call you right now actually so that I know you’ve got my number.” You slid your phone over for him to type it in, “I don’t want to call a random number a bunch of times again.”

Once the two of you finally had the right numbers, it felt as if a weight fell lifted your shoulders.

“Do you want to go out tomorrow?” He asked after a couple sips of his drink, eyes locked onto you as he waited for an answer. “I wanted to ask you this week, but you know..”

“Yes, I’d love that.” You smiled, meeting his gaze for the first time. The burning creeping up the back of your neck was hard to ignore now, especially as his eyes lit up at your answer. “Don’t ignore me this time.”

Your teasing only made his faint blush grow redder, but he nodded eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled brightly.

“I’ll never ignore you again if I can help it.”

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 5 days

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❧ 0. Profiles

❧ Masterlist - Next

❧ A/N: I thought I might as well drop the profiles LOL :')

TAGLIST: @boosyboo9206 @hunnie-lily @valleyofheartz

#haikyuu fics #haikyuu smau #haikyuu social media au #kuroo smau #oikawa smau #kuroo x y/n #oikawa x y/n #kuroo angst #kuroo fanfic #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #oikawa x you #oikawa angst

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mae-gi-writes · 2 years

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Just thinking about How Kuroo's camera roll wouldn't necessarily have pictures of him but probably:

Pics of cats

Videos of cute cats that are REALLY FLUFFY and make you go HAKDJDKS ❤

Paws PAWS PAWS all the way

Random photos of Bokuto doing BOKUTO things

Kenma gaming and Kenma's annoyed face in different sizes and dimensions

Spam photos of Bokuto and Atsumu's face on his phone

Spam photos of Nekoma team that he re-saves when they come up on facebook

Mountain views whenever he goes hiking

Beach volleyball photos when they have days off

Chaotic beach volleyball where half of it is practically blurry

Photos of your double chin

Spam photos of your double chin for him to laugh at

Photos of your hands in his because he loves knowing how tiny your hands are

Random videos and photos of you whenever you go on dates

He snaps pics of you when he thinks you're not looking

Only for you to flash him your ugliest face just to PROVE A POINT

Him falling about laughing because honestly that's the thing he lives for honestly

Selfies where he squishes his cheek with yours until you're annoyed lmap

SCREENSHOTS of middle school you

Aesthetic shots of you both on the beach, in the park, anywhere beautiful that he wants to capture with you and FINALLY

Pictures of your hand, with a ring

A screenshot of his text where he tells Kenma "she's finally mine."

Just Kuroo things 💘

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gubboob · 1 year

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Married Life

A/N: college......incoming more self indulgent work..........

The cool air blew onto your skin, resulting in a slight shiver as you inched your way closer to Kuroo’s figure. He radiated warmth in a literal and metaphorical sense, even if he hogged all the covers and sprawled out on the queen-sized mattress leaving you no choice but to snuggle closer to avoid being knocked off. Perhaps it was his plan all along to unconsciously make you crave his touch, Kuroo enjoyed the little moments when you’d be swept away in his arms listening to the sounds of traffic and the occasional beeping of a car horn.

You remember the first day you moved into the home, collapsing onto the living room carpet in a fit of exhaustion after hauling boxes and shelves into the new space. Kuroo had insisted on doing most of the work since he was clearly more physically well-off than you, even suggesting you just sit there and look pretty, ogling him and preparing lemonade. Kuroo didn’t marry you because you were easy to comply with, you were stubborn, and thus raced him to every box you could see, no matter the weight, even if the content dragged you down, the pull making you regret ever buying so much stuff in the first place. Were toasters and blenders always so heavy?

Sleeping in the new home was just as eventful as moving in, it caused you both to remember why the mortgage was so low, to begin with, the moment you heard the shrieks of car wheels and honking of workers just trying to get home and rest. Kuroo was used to ignoring loud sounds, having been a captain of a high school volleyball team he was used to drowning out shouting or yelling at them to quiet down. You watched as he simply yawned and turned over on the comforter, shifting his arms atop a pillow to cover his ears wishing you a good night.

It was difficult to get used to the ambiance but looking at where you are now, has it been a couple months in, you were happy you still heard sounds, and Kuroo’s occasional snores and sleepy mumbling added onto an already happy slice-of-life scenario where you were content.

Kuroo’s presence even if he was arguing with Kenma in his dreams, was enough to make you feel grateful. It reminded you that you were alive. You nuzzled your face into Kuroo’s back and forth and wrapped your arms around his chest. Your nose tickled him enough that he slowly opened his eyes before shifting his body to meet your eyes.

You were grateful for a s/o as understanding as he was, his kindness and generosity had no limits. From seeing him dance outside with the neighbor’s kids to begging you to adopt all the cats he found in a box on the side of the road whilst driving home. Blinded by the cuteness of fluffy kittens, you had to be realistic and suggest keeping one or two of them and either giving the others to the neighbors or to a shelter where they could be better-taken care of.

There was a soft purring beneath the covers that you felt against your skin. Reaching below you lifted your hands from Kuroo’s sides and ran your fingers gently over your kittens.

“You there?”

“Yeah”

“Can’t feel you”

“I’m right next to you”

“Mmmm not enough”

His speech muffled as he turned his body to face you, nuzzling your neck and pressing himself into you. Lightly kissing the tips of your ears and cupping part of your face.

“You’re as pretty as the day I met you.”

“You must say that to everyone you meet”

“Nope. Only you. Forever and always. It will always be you.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips as he hummed your wedding song to lull you back to sleep.

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bokutosenpai · 2 years

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freebies

when kuroo was determined to get a “free” phone but got something else instead.

“we can’t keep doing this,”

you sighed, refusing with all your might not to look at him.

“what?” kuroo breathed. it’s as if time stopped and the blinking lights seem to blur altogether. the air seems to get thinner, making it hard for kuroo to breathe.

he wishes that you didn’t mean what he thought you meant. he didn’t want to assume, especially something bad, but really what else is there to think?

he pulled on your arm softly but his grip was firm, desperate for a clearer answer. “y/n look at me. talk to me.”

“i can’t anymore, kuroo,” shifting farther away from kuroo, only for him to step closer. his advances getting desperate. the lump in your throat getting harder to swallow.

“what do you mean?”

“i have nothing else to give… i have nothing.”

desperate pleas rest on the tip of his tongue.

“oh my godd..” bokuto groaned, as he slurped up the blue slushy. “just exchange more coins.”

the machine dinged! the usual theme song playing, blinking red indicating that kuroo had lost, again.

you laughed breaking off contact with kuroo’s intense stare.

“dude, you ruined it.” kuroo teased, digging into his shorts for more tokens that he might’ve missed.

“then stop flirting.” the buff man retaliated.

you grimaced, “we were not flirting.” as you slurped your own drink.

“tch, sure you weren’t.” koutarou grumbled before sighing into his cup. “i miss akaashi.”

kuroo snickered, grabbing you red slushy (“hey that’s mine!”) and taking a sip, “where is akaashi?”

rolling your eyes as you snatch your drink back, “he’s visiting family in miyagi.” you take out your phone switching to instagram and showing kuroo the picture.

“woah, who’s that?” he asked as he zoomed into the picture.

bokuto perked up in light of the switch in the conversation, “that’s his cousin from his mother-side! he’s a voleyball player like us.”

“iwaizumi, right?” you turned to bokuto and he nodded in affirmation.

“when did he post this?” kuroo began swiping down to all the comments of how uncanny akaashi and this iwaizumi fellow is.

you sighed, “that’s a throwback he posted a month ago.”

bokuto snickered, “you really need a new phone bro.” placing his arm around kuroo to peek at the comments.

kuroo, as if just remembering the original dilemma, “oh shit, I have to exchange some coins!”

“you’re still going?” you asked in disbelief.

“i won’t stop until i get that phone off the key machine!” kuroo declared, turning around the corner for the main desk.

the game kuroo has been obsessing over for the past month has a prize of the newest model phone. but the reason he’s so desperate is because kuroo, for the life of him, cannot take care of his phone; always cracking the screen, losing it in the train, accidentally sitting on it and basically being the worst phone user there is.

now he has somehow convinced himself that he could just win the phone in the arcade (“imagine how awesome that would be?”) instead of buying a new one like a normal person.

you let out a breathy chuckle, as you stirred the straw around the container.

“ohh you’re down bad.”

you looked at your cousin in front of you and scoffed, “now you better not be talking about me.”

bokuto ignoring your remark completely, “when i got the invite i thought it was gonna be a fun day out but instead i’m out here third-wheeling.” slurping the last contents of his slushy.

you scoffed, “what are you talking about? me and kuroo?”

now your denial would be considered effective if you weren’t redder than your slushy. such anatomic reaction could be because of a lot of things. the warm weather, a fever, your gigantic crush on kuroo, heat stroke, rash—the usual.

bokuto rose a perfectly plucked eyebrow, his hands on his hips giving a silent oh really.

“no—shut up,” you muttered and if your face was warm (it was), you hope he wouldn’t notice. he can be quite perceptive when he wants to be.

you want to believe that you have been subtle in hiding your fondness over the middle blocker—at the very least hiding it from kuroo. but such actions are proven to be difficult as kuroo is a very teasing, touchy person—one that does not do your heart any good.

“you know it’s not like that.” the palpable disappointment in your voice was covered up by your cough.

koutarou threw his cup to the nearest trashcan and stuck out his tongue to you and wordlessly pointed.

“yes, it’s blue,” you confirmed.

bokuto pumped his fists, “nice,”

“an-and it’s never going to be like that.” you stated louder.

he rolled his eyes, “yeah sure y/n.”

“we’ve been friends since forever, way before you two even knew each other—i think if something was meant to happen, it would’ve happened by now.”

“uh-huh,” he retorted, his face contorted in distrust, “you know what i hear?”

he looked at you expectantly— to play along as his audience with his impending speech. even going as far as faking a mic to elicit a response from you.

you sighed knowing it’s best to just go with the flow to get it over with,

“what do you hear?” you asked in a monotone voice, as you lean into the ‘mic.’

bokuto beamed, “all i hear reasons why it won’t happen but no rebuttal to such feelings existing…” rubbing his chin, “interesting.”

your face flamed and spurted out, “i don’t— i don’t like him!”

bokuto tilted his head to the side, amused, “uh-huh.”

“i swear, you’re becoming more and more like akaashi.”

“why, thank you.”

kuroo came back jogging to the two of you, “got ‘em!” he grinned, shaking the small bucket of coins in his hands. “what are we talking about?”

“nothing,” “y/n’s crush.”

your head never turned faster to gape at your cousin. the betrayal thick in your mouth as you sputtered denials.

“oh,” kuroo said, “i didn’t know you liked someone.”

“i—“

“do i know them?” titling his head, his smile looking strained against his face.

you shook your head, “kou was just kidding,” you chuckled awkwardly.

he stared at you then, even with the blaring tunes of the machines, it felt quiet.

“right,” he cleared his throat and turned to the machine in an easy smile. “i’ll show this machine what the human evolution can do!”

“so apparently, the result of human evolution is failing—who would’ve thought?” bokuto standing next to kuroo, looking at the red blinking machine.

kuroo looked at the noisy machine with quivering lips.

“it’s okay bro, you still got rockin’ hair.”

“i don’t get it, at this point i should’ve won at least something by now…” he scrunched up his eyebrows, “unless it’s statistically impossible.” pressing his face to the glass and toying with the joystick.

“well, you can always buy a new one.” you quipped.

kuroo stood straight and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you as he exclaimed, “but the satisfaction of winning it though, it’s gonna feel so good when i win!”

“if you win,” bokuto interjected, inflating a pumped kuroo.

“at this rate,” you laughed, grabbing his hands from your shoulders and holding them tight,

“the money you spent in the game is the same amount as buying a phone from the store.”

you let his hands go with a sympathetic pat. kuroo still looking at the game, his face illuminated by the various games and machines.

bokuto made a sound effect of waa-waa-waaaa, teasing him further.

“ah, what supportive friends.” kuroo halfway through his moping.

you sighed, grabbing his arm, “let’s just go, you can try another day.”

“if he even has the money to try again.” your cousin chirped, teasing as he punched kuroo’s shoulder.

you glared at him warning to quit it, but he didn’t seem to get the, message as he just smiled at you like a personified question mark. “what?”

shaking your head in exasperation, “let’s just get lunch.”

“i can’t.” kuroo slumped, even further.

“sure you can!” you shook his arm in comfort, “there’s a conveyer sushi near here i think.” ushering a heavy moping kuroo out of the arcade.

“no i literally can’t,” kuroo looked at you then, sheepish and red (dare i say it, looking very cute), “i burned through my weekly allowance just now.”

bokuto, cackled, “bro,”

“what? i thought today was my day!” he defended, adjusting your hold so your arm would loop with his. “my lucky charm‘s ’ere, afterall.” he noted, pulling you closer.

you felt yourself short circuit. “what?”

bokuto rose an eyebrow, “i see~”

you try to focus on pulling kuroo away from the arcade rather than the tingling in your side, the raging butterflies in your stomach, the teasing hoots of your cousin and the warm hand on top of yours.

“y/n i didn’t know you were kuroo’s lucky charm~”

you decided not to dignify that with a response. because as much as you love your cousin, there are times where you just want to strangle the hell out of him.

masking your embarrassment with faux anger at their teasing words.

“‘course she is!” untangling your arms and placing his arm over your shoulder, “y/n’s my girl,” kuroo smirked. wiggling his eyebrows as he looked at you smug and teasing.

“oho~”

the restaurant couldn’t come fast enough. the string of your sanity unravelling, with their teasing. your already warm face getting even warmer. your hands jittery in giddiness. you know kuroo like to get under people’s skin, this wasn’t new. but you can’t help but feel he’s doing this on purpose to get a rise out of you or something.

not that he had to do anything special to get a reaction out of you. you were after all, as your cousin had kindly labelled, down bad.

“ha-ha, very funny.” you rolled your eyes in hopes to mask the raging mess in your chest.

kuroo was still looking at you but you find it hard to look back like you usually do.

the conversation with bokuto in the arcade still playing in your head.

a tiny fear that you might stare too long, admiration too obvious in your eyes that he might start to notice too.

and even if the adamant denial became the accepted norm for you it was never the truth.

the truth is, you liked kuroo. you’ve always felt a type of attraction towards him from the moment you met. what with his wit and boyish charms, your heart can’t seem to catch a break whenever you were near him.

“is this it?” bokuto, stopped and pointed at a restaurant with his thumb.

snapping you out of your thoughts, nodding, “yeah, that’s the one.”

entering the establishment as bokuto spoke with the host.

kuroo leaned down to whisper softly in your ear, “are you sure it’s okay?”

you looked up at him frantically, holding your warm and red ear.

“what?” you turned to look at him, but seeing his face way too close for comfort and hurriedly backed away.

kuroo frowned at your actions, stood straighter. face farther from you now. “the lunch,” he clarified. “are you sure it’s okay if you treat me to lunch?”

“o-oh,” you breathed, “yeah, of course.” smiling at him reassuringly.

kuroo was still looking at you, weird and calculating like before. before you could ask him what’s wrong, bokuto called you both over to go to the table.

bokuto waving big at the two of you as you approach. “i already got a plate, it’s ebi!”

you reached out to grab a chair, at the same time kuroo was grabbing his. hands touching like being electrocuted as you flinch.

kuroo’s frown only seemed to deepen and in your peripheral saw bokuto quirk an eyebrow at the interaction.

“im gonna go to the bathroom first, go eat without me.” kuroo said, hands now deep in his pockets.

“okay, hurry back~” bokuto said, grabbing another plate and another. “so what was that about? hm?”

“huh?” looking up from your hands.

bokuto pursed his lips, “why’re you two so awkward now?” plopping a nigiri in his mouth. “a while ago, you two were reenacting a romance drama now you can’t even look at him.”

you huffed looking away to grab a plate of sushi for yourself and kuroo. “this is your fault, you know.” pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“my fault? what’d i do?”

you looked around before whispering harshly, “if you hadn’t made that comment about kuroo and i then—“

“oh please, i just pointed out the obvious sexual tension.“

you gawked at him, “there is no tension.”

“y/n’s my girl~” he hummed, teasing. plopping another sushi, like he in a rush. “and don’t think i didn’t see you two whispering a while ago.”

his mouth was still full but he grabbed another sushi and chewed.

“he was just asking if it was okay for me to treat him to lunch.”

bokuto frantically pointed his chopsticks at you, “hm!! that too! if that doesn’t scream a date i don’t know what does.”

you rolled your eyes, “this isn’t a date. we��re just friends eating lunch together.”

seeing a plate of kuroo’s favourite sushi, you grabbed it and set it down the table.

“and you’re here, so it’s not a date.” glancing up at your cousin to see his cheeks full. the look in his eyes sending a bad shiver go down your spine.

“you’re right y/n,” setting down his chopsticks and dabbing his mouth clean. “it wouldn’t be a date if i’m here.”

bokuto stood up, grabbing a couple of bills to place on the table.

“what are you doing?”

“i left enough to cover my share—“

grabbing his arm, “bo, no no no no no where are you going?”

“home,” he grinned. “i need to call akaashi anyway.”

you stood, following him, “no no, bo, no you can’t. you can’t leave. bo please.”

“go get ‘im tiger!” he huffed.

you tried pulling him back to sit down but his haughty laughter proves it to be difficult.

“have a nice date!”

“where’s bokuto?” kuroo looking around before sitting down across from you.

if he notices the abundant plate on the table ready for him to eat and the multitude of straw wrapping balled up over the table, it was nobody’s business.

after all you had to occupy yourself.

otherwise with the idea of you and kuroo and the word date floating in your brain, you might just race out of there.

“he, um, left.”

“oh,”

“yeah.”

there was a minute of silence and with each passing second made you want to shrivel up inside.

even with the long years of friendship, there had only been a handful of times where it was just the two of you.

most of the times, kenma would be here playing his game and both of you would be too preoccupied taking care of kenma than to notice any sort of tension (at least in your end). if not with kenma then with bokuto and akaashi.

regardless that fact only made it even more stressful and unnerving.

how could you be close friends with a guy you barely have one on one time with?

oh right, someone you have an embarrassingly huge crush on. not to mention obvious enough that your cousin had to notice.

“this is good.” he mumbled through the mouthful of sushi in his cheeks, resembling that of a chipmunk.

he perked up looking at the approaching plate behind you, leaning forward to grab and place it for you.

“you like this, right?”

“oh, thanks.”

both of you settled into a familiar rhythm. playing games in the monitor when you collected enough plates and grabbing food, you knew the other would like.

soon enough you slowly forgot about why you were worried in the first place.

kuroo looking at you in an easy smile and leaning more into you when he teases you for doing an odd eating habit.

“you have a piece of rice,” he said, gesturing to his own mouth.

“huh?” rubbing your mouth erratically, your face faintly flushed. “did i get it?”

he chuckled softly before dropping his chopsticks and leaning to from across the table and swiping at your mouth. his thumb lightly touching your lips.

“there.”

leaning back as you covered your mouth with a napkin as you mumbled out a thanks. suddenly finding the design of the plates and table interesting.

with a swift eye contact, you can see him hesitate a little, looking as if he wanted to say something.

but was interrupted by a server.

“hello, we have an event today for the weekend. all couples get a free dessert!”

you were quick to look at kuroo and then to the server, shaking your head. “oh no—“

“sure, sounds great.”

kuroo smiled, looking right at you. “what do you guys have?”

the person listed of all the things they offer, but kuroo’s eyes never left yours.

the erratic beating of your heart, loud and deafening in your ear. as you try and fail to look back at him.

he chose a dessert, and the person left.

leaning back in his chair, still looking at you. before smirking into a smile. “you look so red.”

looking away in a scoff, “shut up.”

“that was great.” kuroo hummed, rubbing his belly. “thanks for lunch.” leaning forward into you and smiling wide.

you looked away, a smile etched on your face, “no problem.”

you would think the lunch would end in awkwardness. but kuroo seamlessly led the conversation with a soft smirk.

you two began your walk to the station in a languid pace. calm and fulfilled.

“hey,” tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “i wanna say sorry for acting weird the whole day.”

he bumps you, raising his eyebrow, “really? i didn’t notice. i thought you were just naturally red faced.” he teased.

“shut up,” you laughed. “it’s just bo said some weird stuff and it kinda got into my head ‘lil.”

“oh? like?”

“just stuff about having tension and being on a date—he’s just being weird.” you laughed.

you kind of want to berate yourself for being so weird and in your head today. not like the way you interact with him changed any different. you two were just naturally touchy and he is just naturally flirty.

bokuto likes to overthink things, and maybe that sort of messed with your head a little. not like kuroo was the dating type either. it was just the dynamic you two naturally had.

he hummed, “well he isn’t wrong.”

“yeah, we’re just normally like that.”

“and the tension between us has been crazy lately.”

you stop, “huh.”

“and well normally i would want a date where it’s just us two the whole day. rather than having my date’s cousin around.” he stops too, looking down at you. as if shy.

you stare at him, disbelief all over your face. “so bokuto really was third-wheeling.”

“i didn’t mind.” he laughed, “but next time when i invite you out can it just be the two of us?”

“this was a date? but you just played— i didn’t think—“

he nodded shrugging his shoulders, “well i can’t exactly pull any moves on you with bokuto around.”

you sputter out a laugh, “moves on me?”

“i got a couple.”

scratching the back of his neck, a bashful boyish smile etched on his face, “and there’s also another restaurant here that serves free desserts for couples—and i’m hoping that when i invite you out again it’s just gonna be us two.”

you inhaled sharply, your body forgetting to breathe for a second and if you thought you were glowing red before wait til you see your face now. “yeah,” you exhaled. “i would love that.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.” you giggled.

“okay then.” turning away from you the tips of his ears flushed red. “now i guess i really have to win that phone now huh?”

“oh yeah?”

he nodded looking back at you, “well i missed texting you and i need to call to make a reservation right?”

you laughed walking faster to catch up to him, “better let me play it then since you suck.”

“i do not!”

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rainchimes · 16 days

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queue: moron!

➥ tags: kuroo x f!reader, college au, a bit ooc kuroo

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kuroo tetsurou was never one to find peace in silence.

sometimes, it drove him nuts. if he put his mind to it, the white noise he was "imagining" would be enough to send him straight into chaos. so when he was seated right by the left corner of the classroom; where the morning sun hit him directly in the eyes, and had finished his test ages ago, one could imagine how excruciatingly painful it must have been.

the numerals on the clock were illegible. he grunted quietly, and leaned into his desk a little more.

"27", the last two digits read. he held back a sigh and buried his fingers into his hair. it was going to be a while before he was permitted to leave.

tests had always been a dread to kuroo. it wasn't that he didn't enjoy studying, or fixing himself to a complex question. kuroo just hated how he expects something complicated just for it to turn out to be a waste of his time. he also hated how strict his professor was on rules. "no talking when i'm teaching", "no talking unless instructed", "no this or that". what was this, highschool?

the drain of noise in the classroom was really pushing it. his day's been going horrible so far, and this was going to drive him to his limits. and just as he was about to stand up and walk out--

tapping. a soft, faint noise, quiet enough for the aging man at the front who followed the move of every student to dismiss, but clear enough for him to pick up.

kuroo looked over heads buried in papers and books, and there sat a girl--a beautiful girl, tapping at her desk like its some instrument she owns. earbuds; she snuck them past the professor therefore she had her phone as well.

kuroo tetsurou was not one to be afraid of girls, nor has he ever felt intimidated by them. he's had his fair share of dating experience, nothing too serious to hurt his perception of what he thought was love, nothing too casual to be considered a waste of time.

but in front of him, was one hell of a woman. a little silver piercing sat on the left side of her bottom lip, moving ever so slightly as she mouthed the lyrics through her proud smile. she looked mesmerizing from his point of view. he couldn't quite point a finger on it. maybe something about the eyeliner melting off of her eyelids? was it how she's completely ignoring the guy next to her as he silently admired her too?

for the first time in a long time kuroo tetsurou sat there like a loser, adoring the rotting cherry perfume that lingered around him and the heat gnawing at the back of his neck.

as if she could read minds, her shoulders shook in a shiver, and she turned her head in his direction. he could see her face clearly. and kuroo understood, it wasn't just the way her leather jacket hung loosely around her shoulders, or her bag drowning in pins with stupid sayings..

she looked at him with a blank expression, studying the stupid look on his face. kuroo's face flared up with heat and he blinked a couple times before looking directly into her eyes.

her eyes, goodness, her eyes.

a smile tugged at her visibly forced expression, and she laughed softly to herself before tilting her head back and closing her eyes. a subtle smile plastered to her face.

the singsongy tune played over the speakers, and students began to rise and pack their things. kuroo jolted up and gathered his jacket and bag. he made his way through multiple people and once he reached the chair she sat at, he fished through his pockets for his phone.

she looked up at him before rising from her seat, as if that moment between them never happened. she slung her bag over one shoulder, hitting him in the process of doing so and she walked off, head bobbing lightly to the beat of her music.

kuroo tetsurou, who hated silence, wouldn't mind being at peace if it meant being with her.

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wordsofelie · 4 days

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Chapter 1

Content Warnings: Manga Spoilers, Post-Time Skip, Friends to Lovers, Enemies? (Or maybe just dense people) to Lovers, Angst, Fluff

Summary: The best way to prevent a broken heart is to tame your feelings, keep them locked in a room. At least that is what Shiroyanagi Natsumi thought. Until, she sees him again, Kuroo Tetsurou, taller, older, prettier. And she realises a heart that longs, hurts more than a heart that breaks.

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Kuroo Tetsurou - 黒尾鉄朗

Shiroyagani Natsumi - 白柳夏美

黒 (black) 白 (white)

Scientists say black is the absence of all colours. Artists say it’s the only shade present in all colours. I say you are all of that –presence and absence, light and obscurity, shade and colour.

One of the most annoying tasks she has to do as the freshly-new athletic trainer of the Japan Women's Volleyball Team is to appear in a collaboration video with the coach and the team members. Shiroyanagi Natsumi has always been used to being the tallest girl in her class, which is why in first grade, her parents had made a bet on her career path — it would be whether volleyball player or modelling — but because she hated to be in the spotlight, she chose volleyball. But now, as she stands beside the athletes (and despite being 6’ tall), she feels extremely small. At least she managed to stay in shape thanks to her studies in sports science, I should have gone more to the gym, she thinks anyway.

When her coach broke the news that the sports promotion division of the Japan Volleyball Association wanted to include her in their campaign, she would have given anything to murder the obnoxious, stupid, sadist — and whatever adjective strong enough to express her hate — person in charge of that division.

According to the coach, it is important to bring to light their indispensable job. And what can she say about it, he is her boss after all and she dreamed of working with the Olympic team for years. So, she offered a tense smile and returned to her office.

“Did your dog die?”

Ito Izumi, the regular libero of the team, looks at her with big eyes.

“Of course not, I would be desperate if he did,” Natsumi mutters, a pout appearing on her lips at the mention of the loss of the love of her life, Saba, a cute and fluffy Cavalier King Charles spaniel that Natsumi adopted two-years ago. My child, as she likes to call him.

“Well you do look desperate, Nana.”

Liberos are said to be, well, straightforward. And they need to. At the end of the day, in a game they don’t have time to be precious or cautious, they just have to dive to the floor and end up with a few bruises. Natsumi never understood why one would want to do crazy things like liberos, that’s why she was fine with being a middle blocker in school. As the saying goes, clichés die hard, and Ito Izumi is no exception to the rule. She is in fact Straightforward, frank and a little bit crazy (she also happens to be the best libero of all Japan).

Natsumi only sighs, “I hate photoshoots. And why do I have to be here anyway? If I chose to be an athletic trainer and not a proper athlete it is because I don’t like getting the attention. Argh. ”

Only a few pictures have been taken, yet the athletic trainer already feels exhausted and blinded by the too-bright white lights of the flashes. The two girls are seated in a corner of the studio, taking a water break from all this agitation.

“Eww, I know you don’t like photoshoots.”

“Why are you laughing?” Natsumi asks, eyebrows raised.

“It’s just-” Izumi took a few seconds to wipe away the tears that started to form in her eyes “I just remembered the day of your graduation, when Yaku and I dragged you all the way from the toilets to take a picture.”

Her friend cringes at the mention of the memory, she softly pushes the libero. “Shut up!” Deep down Natsumi feels her heart lighten. Is that nostalgia from a time when one did not have to think about taxes and bosses and grocery shopping and whatever adult responsibility?

“I remember how Suzuki-sensei screamed at Yaku for entering the girls’ toilets.”

“He turned all red.”

They laugh so loud the make-up team turns and gives them suspicious looks.

“See, I know this would make you smile.”

Natsumi looks at Izumi, offering her a soft smile. “You always know how to make me smile.”

And this is as true as the law of gravity. Izumi never fails to make her friends smile. The girls met in high school. They both went to Nekoma, known to be a powerhouse for volleyball. Natsumi was one year above Izumi. When the latter became a first year, Natsumi was made vice-captain of the female team. She remembers when Izumi entered — or rather burst into the gymnasium. She’s so loud, everyone thought. She was grounded by the captain and had to take care of the cleaning for a whole month. One time, when Natsumi stayed a little longer to train her serves after a defeating match, Izumi told her how happy she was to be in this team. Natsumi found her naive at first, they had just lost, and terribly, how could she be happy? But as she looked at her, cleaning the polished wooden floor and acclaiming every action her teammates made, Natsumi smiled. That day, she discovered that Izumi wasn’t just loud and naive, she had a gift, one of putting the smile back on your face. Whether it was when Yaku hurt his ankle during his last high school tournament, when Kenma forgot to save his progress on dragon quests or when Kuroo turned silent for a whole month when Natsumi announced she was leaving for America. Her presence itself brings joy.

“Do you have news from Yaku by the way?” Natsumi asks.

“Of course I have. He came back from Russia last month. You know, It’s not because he broke my heart ten years ago that I resent him.” Izumi puffs out her chest, trying to express the little pride she has left through her posture.

“This sentence itself makes it obvious that you’re not over it.”

“I-well, you know how I am. I have a crush on a guy-”

“On a libero you mean.”

“Alright, alright, on a libero. I have a thing for liberos. Anyway. I confess to him. He says I’m a pain in the ass. I get over it and find a new gu-libero. That’s called the circle of life. That happened in high school with Yaku, with that Nishinoya guy, the list is long. My new target is the cutie cutie Komori from the boys’ team though.”

For anyone foreign from the situation, Izumi could be diagnosed with Emophilia. But Natsumi has known her friend for over a decade now, nothing could surprise her anymore when it comes to Izumi’s love life.

“Anyway. We’re having dinner with the boys tonight, wanna come with us? Just like the good old days.”

Natsumi knows what “good old days” mean, she knows who that includes, and as strong and independent and tough she may be, she doesn’t feel ready yet.

But maybe that’s the point of life, jumping off the cliff when one feels the least ready.

But she gets up. Somehow being in the spotlight of the cameras and getting yelled at by the photograph is less scary than where this conversation is leading to.

“I am deeply, deeply, sorry for being late.”

An infuriating, sarcastic voice resonates in the studio — or as it sounds like to the athletic trainer. That doesn’t stop her from turning around as fast as the light.

Taller. Older. Prettier. That is how Kuroo Tetsurou reflects in Natsumi’s eyes as he makes his entrance.

“Kuroo-san!” Coach Watanabe runs towards the man. “Kuroo-san, it’s good to see you.” He energetically shakes his hands.

“There was an accident on the road, I’m very sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine! Listen, girls.” The older man shouts to capture everyone’s attention. As if Natsumi’s eyes were not already glued on the tall silhouette of what appears to be a ghost. Am I time travelling? She asks herself. No way, no way, Kuro would never wear a suit.

She’s not dreaming. He is indeed wearing a suit. A black suit, making his thighs look as muscular as ever. A red tie, reminding her of his Nekoma’s jersey. A few buttons of his white shirt loose, probably in an attempt to get some fresh air — Tokyo summers are cruel — all of that means only one thing, Kuroo Tetsurou is no longer a teenager. No longer the captain of the volleyball team. No longer an awkward eighteen-year-old boy unable to confess his feelings for his best friend from the opposite gender.

When Kuroo catches sight of her, his whole world seems to be still. Did colours disappear?

“Shiro?” he whispers awkwardly, too low to make the coach stop his presentation.

“This is Kuroo Tetsurou, he is in charge of the sports promotion division of the Japan Volleyball Association. He was the one suggesting the brilliant idea of this campaign.”

So this is the obnoxious, stupid, sadist person Natsumi wanted to murder a couple of days ago. Of course, how could it be someone else? How naive of her.

If Kuroo is no longer a teenager, so is Natsumi. Her younger self would have walked past him, giving him a cold shoulder and screaming that he was the most stupid and selfish and stupid — teenagers do have a limited list of vocabulary — person she knows. How dare he reappear in her work territory now? But her twenty-six-old self clears her throat and manages to find better words than “stupid” and “selfish”.

“Hi, Kuro”.

“Hello there, are you real or is this a very good hologram of Shiro?”

“Even though your hair looks like you just woke up, you’re not dreaming. That is me.”

“Well- I guess you look smaller. And more tanned.”

“You can thank the Californian sun for that.”

Kuroo's heart skips a beat. How could he say thank you to the Californian sun when that same sun was the one who took her from him?

“Tetsuu!” Izumi sings. However, her joy is quickly stopped by the deadly glance Natsumi is giving her.

“Did you know he would come?” Izumi reads in her friend’s eyes.

But liberos are fearless, they like to jump and dive and sometimes, to drown.

So she ignores her and slams the man on the arm, “The captain is looking fine.”

“Izumi, it’s good to see you, it’s been a long time.” (A long, long time indeed.) “How are you? Are you enjoying your new life in Italy?” he asks.

“Ew, our coach is pretty intense. The Italian championship is coming next October, so we need to prepare but apart from that pastas are good, the sun shines, and the wine is fuck-”

“Izumi, we need to go back to the photoshoot.” Natsumi interrupts. “See you later Kuro.”

As she’s about to go to the other side of the studio, Kuroo adds with a smirk. “I did not know you were into modelling now.”

That’s your fault, she wants to say, you were the one proposing this fucking campaign. But instead, she goes for something more sarcastic, after all, she is talking to Kuroo, the king of sarcasm.

“There’s many things you don’t know about me, Kuroo Tetsurou.”

If Natsumi had got up and tried to run away from the “good old days” conversation is certainly not to end up in this precise situation. But here she is, stuck between Yamamoto and Kuroo in the most crowded Izakaya of Shibuya. Izumi is ordering her fourth beer, Asahi, her favourite. Yaku is trying to hide it from her. Lev is eating a cauliflower salad and explaining that he needs to keep his diet clean if he doesn’t want to lose his contract with whatever agency he is working with at that time. Yes, she is having dinner with Izumi and “the boys”.

“Shiroyanagi-san, do you want more fried chicken?” Shibayama asks with his usual polite tone (almost too pure for this world). But Natsumi says no, her hair already smells too much of greasy food, she might need to wash them with a super special shampoo tonight.

Don’t get her wrong, it’s not that she doesn’t want to be here. A reunion with her high school friends could be very enjoyable but the thing is, when she woke up that morning she did not expect to run into Kuroo Tetsurou and even less to eat next to him and feel his shoulder and hand and leg against hers in a small restaurant.

“Isn’t Kenma coming?” she finally asks Kuroo.

“He has this very important livestream tonight, but he might come later.”

“Nice.” She shyly mutters.

Kuroo looks at her sipping her glass of water.

“Is this how this conversation is going to be like?”

“What do you mean?”

If Natsumi did not know Kuroo well she might have thought that his attitude remained unchanged. But she does know him, even separated by years and continents, she knows when he was pissed. And right now, he looks pissed.

“Small talk.” he finally answers. “We haven’t seen each other in years and the only thing you’re asking me is when Kenma arrives.”

“I haven’t seen Kenma in quite some time too.”

That’s how you wanna play, Kuroo thinks.

“Says the girl who left for America.”

From across the table, Yaku overhears his former captain and decides to let Izumi drink her beer. That’s a lost case anyway, she’s already drunk. What matters now is how Natsumi’s eyebrows frown and how she starts scratching her nails, a bad habit she has since forever and that she usually goes back to when she feels uncomfortable.

“It was eight years ago, Kuro, eight years. Do I need to apologise, again?”

“I’m not looking for any apologies.”

“Then what do you want?”

Yaku wants to interfere, he’s good at it, that used to be his job in the team, but as his mouth opens to speak, Inuoka lets out a sound that only he — and probably Shoyo — could understand.

“Heyaaa! More meat is coming.”

Kuroo gets distracted for a second, drifting his attention away from Natsumi. The girl lets herself breathe again and grabs her bag. She has to get out of this place and escape from the noise and the heat of the food in front of her.

When Kuroo turns back, Natsumi is out of sight.

Once safely outside, she gets a cigarette and a lighter from her pocket.

How funny it is that people smoke when they feel stressed, strangled, muffled. Can this be called fighting fire with fire?

“I did not know you smoked.”

Long and blond-dyed hair, yellow eyes, awkward smile. Natsumi would recognize him in a crowd filled with thousands and thousands of people. Or cats.

“What a shame for an athletic trainer, I know the song.”

Kenma chuckled, “As if I would judge your lifestyle when I sleep maybe three hours every night.”

“That’s the prize to pay for being rich and famous.” She lights up her cigarette. “I only smoke when I’m tense or having a drink with my friends though.”

“Which one is it right now?”

“Both.”

Kenma doesn’t reply back so she decides to go a bit deeper and complains about the raven-hair boy.

“Your best friend is the worst. He says I’m only having small talks with him when we haven’t seen each other in years but he blames me for going to college in America. Argh. This was eight years ago, Kenma. Why is he still mad? I hate when he does this with his superior tone and tcht- never mind.”

Her voice has become more nasal and furious as she talks. Anger and cigarettes are not a good combination.

“Guess some things never change.”

Natsumi, back pressed against the wall, sighs, “for sure, he hasn’t changed. He’s still a jerk.”

The good thing about talking with Kenma is that she is free to say whatever she wants, she can even insult his best friend, and he wouldn’t argue.

“What I meant is that you guys have always been kinda awkward.”

“Awkward? What do you mean?”

The boy, already tired of the conversation, crouches down, “You can’t have a proper conversation without fighting. I’ve never seen anyone like you two, or, well, maybe Shoyo and Kageyama are like that. If you were a romantic book you would be, I don't know, what they call academic rivals or something like that.”

“A romantic book? Seriously Kenma, as if…”

The silence questions even more the boy, “as if what? As if you could ever have romantic feelings for him? I don’t really know this kind of stuff so I won’t give any advice but I’m not blind. And neither are you.”

It’s a good thing Kuroo is still inside, she would hate having to discuss that topic with him. “Romantic feelings for Shiro?” She remembers him saying to Kai one evening outside of the changing room, “She’s more like an annoying cousin to me.”

Kenma gets up and she stubs out her cigarette.

“Tell the boys and Izumi I went back home because-”

“You missed your dog.”

That is the easiest and probably most credible lie he can give, so she thanks him with a soft smile and leaves.

She hopes to find solace under her fleece blanket, drinking a hot chocolate buried in whipped cream and with her dog resting on her chest, but when she opens the door of her apartment — a door that needs to be oiled — and is welcomed by the darkness, the silence and the emptiness of the room, she sighs. Soon enough, Saba greets her by whining.

“Hi baby, I missed you.”

The only thing that eases her mind is that tomorrow will be Saturday, no need to go to work, no need to run into him.

She doesn’t have a lot of pictures on her white walls, only a few from high school with Izumi and some from college. As she looks at them she wonders if she should have been to America at all, if she shouldn’t have stayed in Japan instead. With him. But thank gods, she comes back to her senses quickly and regrets ever thinking that. America was great, it was the best decision of her life. She shall not let the guilt intrude upon her mind. Kuro must be getting under my skin. She concludes before going to bed.

Author notes: hey guys ! this is my first fanfic on this account, I hope you enjoyed it. feel free to tell me what you think <3

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo fanfic #kuroo haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu #fanfic #friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #kuroo tetsurō

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basilly · 2 years

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𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

|| ➼ hq boys meeting you after a long time of your breakup

characters: kuroo, kita, & akaashi

warning: swearing, she/her notiably in kita's and possibly kuroo's(?), kuroo's is angst and cheating !!, kinda long

a/n: i couldn't help but make one angsty! but i hope you enjoy, they're a bit lengthy

kuroo

nerves flooded your veins as you noticed a familiar pudding-head standing against the wall. drink in hand, you nervously walk towards him, cautiously looking around for his partner in crime. while you were very excited to see all your former classmates at this high school reunion, you knew you had a couple people to face. he smiled warmly at you, nodding his head at your presence.

"hey kenma- how are you?" "glad to see you y/n, i'm doing pretty alright." "i heard your business took off! i've been meaning to reach out but..."

you trailed off slightly before searching the floor again for someone in particular.

you apologetically smiled at him.

"i'm sorry he did that- i don't really know what got into him back then."

you almost flinched at the memory, the repressed emotions were attempting to arise again.

"it's okay, you didn't know-" "kenma! yaku's looking for... oh."

you froze, eyes widening. kuroo stood right next to the two of you, arm draped on kenma's shoulder. his eyes had also gone large, not expecting you.

"sorry y/n, yaku needs me but it was really nice seeing you again. please reach out you have my number."

kenma reached out his hand to squeeze your arm in sympathy before darting off, leaving you alone with your ex. kuroo straightened himself out before clearing his throat.

"so uh... how have you been?" "fine."

the silence grew, tension getting suffocating. you swirled the contents of your drink, suddenly interested in how the ice melted. you debated taking off but your gut told you to not move.

"hey.. i'm sorry about what happened. it was a dumb mistake and i really didn't mean to hurt you about that."

you didn't know what to say. at this point, making eye contact with him was hell.

"tetsu! here's your drink!"

your eyes snapped up. right before you stood a familiar figure.

unlocking the front door, you sighed in relief. you were lucky enough to get off early from work and a warm calming bath was just calling your name.

unfortunately for you, the world had other plans.

sitting on the couch was YOUR boyfriend with his lips locked with another woman.

all you could remember was vicous sobs and overwhelming anger, ending in a broken promise.

that same woman was standing in front of you, arms entangled with kuroo's. your grip on the glass tightened.

"you have some nerve kuroo testuro. how could you cheat on me like a piece of scum and then bring her where you knew i would be? AND THEN have the audacity to try and apologize like it was solved? you know what, fuck you."

you spat out the words before running off, eyes blurred with tears. you regret coming.

akaashi

the aroma of coffee wafted into your nose, bringing a sense of warmth and rejuvenation. in a way your whole being relaxed at the sight and smell of the little coffee shop. it had easily become one of your favorite spots to spend a couple hours in a couple days a week to catch up on work or to enjoy a drink.

taking your usual spot along the edges of the cafe, you got right to work. your fingers flew at the keyboard; you had a very important writing piece to submit soon. in all of your focus, you hadn't noticed a presence in front of you.

"y/n?"

you almost jumped back in surprise, having to register who had just called your name. you hand flew to your mouth in surprise.

"keij- sorry, akaashi? that was habit."

he only laughs warmly. the last time you had seen him was years ago but you noticed his features grew out a bit more. he had been wearing a white sweater with a trench coat, messenger bag slung on his shoulder.

"it's okay, you can call me keiji. sorry if i shocked you. i wasn't even sure if it was you at first if i'm honest. i didn't know you were around here."

you could only sheepishly smile before realizing he was still standing.

"did you want to sit? i can move these papers."

he gratefully took the seat across from you before taking out his own laptop.

"have you been well? it's been a while since we last talk." "yea.. yea! actually i'm working at that place i interned my junior year and i have an apartment nearby."

as the two of you caught up, you couldn't help the smile on your face. the sense of familiarity was all too welcoming. for a split second, you almost regretted breaking up years ago before remembering the tough situation.

as university students, balancing the study life and love life had gotten too stressful and led to too many misunderstandings and miscommunications. it wasn't too long before the two of you had amicably broken it off.

"sorry to cut this short y/n but i have to meet some friends at dinner tonight- i'd love to do this again though." "yea, of course! uhm i'm kinda a regular here, you'll probably catch me here on tuesdays, thursdays, and sundays." "alright."

after he had left, you were once again mildly shocked that he had paid for your drink.

it soon became routine. the two of you would take some spot on the edge of the cafe, immersed in both conversation and your work. it was all too calming- and you weren't sure if it was just the cafe atmosphere.

as he spoke, your heart ached at the thought of how much time you had lost with akaashi after all these years. he was still gentle and kind, adjusting your cup to make sure it wouldn't spill or taking his napkin to wipe off the crumbs from your pastry off the table.

"excuse me, sorry to interrupt but i just wanted to hand you guys a couple pastries! on the house of course."

the two of you looked up to the barista, each piecing in your graditude.

"it's no problem, you've both been regulars and i think you and your boyfriend are adorable!"

you grew warm, almost choking on your drink. akaashi only smiled gracefully, as he does.

"sorry we're- uhm" "i'm so sorry! i just thought- because you guys looked cozy." "no it's okay! please, we did date but we're exes."

as the barista apologetically walked away, you couldn't help but giggle.

"that was sweet."

akaashi only nodded, seemingly in his thought. his index finger swirled around his saucer.

"y/n? do you remember what i told you when we broke up?"

you thought carefully before shaking your head. it had been too long.

"i would date you again and again, whether it be in another life or in a million if the time was right. i know that it isn't a next life but in this life, can we try again?"

you almost want to explode at the statement, turning even more embarassed than you already were.

"y-yes! of course, i would want nothing more."

he grinned before reaching over to take your hand in his.

"i'm so lucky that you were here that day."

kita

a sweet melody tangled in the sounds of excited chatter. a sense of happiness and bubbly feelings flowed through the air. it was your best friend's wedding, and everything was going absolutely perfect. not a cloud of rain in sight, everyone was dressed glamorously, and not a bad mood in sight. you were graced as the maid of honor, happily obliging to take the spot besides your best friend.

well that was until you had to walk down the aisle with the best man. aka your EX who she had failed to mention was the best man.

"are you kidding me?!" "pleaaaaseee don't kill me- i knew you wouldn't say yes if you knew who it was!"

you could only rubbed your temples, suddenly tensing from the stress. the bride stood in front of you, almost on her knees begging with her hands pressed together. however, you knew you would have to give in, it's her big day.

"fine. you owe me big time." "are you sure? i could be doing you a large favor here." "FAVOR!? yea because putting me with my ex-boyfriend to walk down the aisle is a favor." "hey- you told me yourself that you would go back to dating him in a heartbeat." "OKAY but there's a lot to unpack there, we both know why it went wrong."

you both flinched at the memory, suddenly reminded of the vast differences you had been experiencing that had led to the decently messy breakup. neither of you had done anything wrong, your lives had just been going in different directions.

"okay well- y/n get ready, it's time." "fuck you, how could you tell me that milliseconds before doing it!"

you didn't have enough time to both curse her out and school your features. instead, you had met eyes with kita shinsuke, scowling.

"lovely to see you again, y/n." "kita."

you politely nodded your head, erasing the scowl.

"sorry, but soon-to-be mrs. miya didn't tell me." "mmm understandably so, you would've dropped out."

he offered his arm for you to slip your hand through while you rolled your eyes. you could only mutter to yourself.

"why didn't i think atsumu's best man wasn't going to be kita."

suddenly, a softer rendition of the bridal march erupted from the quartet, signaling the other bridal party couples to walk. you adopted a smile on your face, prepping to face everyone.

foot in front of the other, you cautiously made your way down the aisle. you thought you had been in clear, but a small piece chipped away from the pavement thought otherwise.

"careful."

kita steadied you easily, his arm quickly moving to hold your waist. your ears burned as you try not to swat at him in front of the crowd.

"thanks."

parting ways at the end of the aisle, you missed the way kita's eyes lingered on you.

luck was not on your side today. or rather, your best friend made it her mission to make you suffer. seated besides kita at the bridal party table, you tried to focus your attention on the other bridesmaids.

you felt a small tap on your shoulder, causing you to turn your attention to turn. a tall blonde stood behind your seat, offering his hand out.

"sorry to interrupt, i noticed you across the hall. i thought you were really pretty and if you would like to dance."

before you could even reply, another hand grabbed yours.

"sorry but they were going to dance with me."

kita got up, taking you with him towards the dance floor.

"shin! why did you do that?"

you were now swaying to the beat, arms on his shoulders, his hands on your waist.

"we both know blondes aren't your type anyway."

as the two of you danced, one song after the other without noticing, you felt the background fade away. everything was so light and easy-going. without even thinking, you move your forehead closer to lean against his. in a low voice, you bring your eyes up to his.

"you know... i kind of miss this- us." "i can only think the same thing. how about i take you on a proper date? maybe not our first but... a new first date?" "perfect."

his eyes glimmered, moving back slightly to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

i guess it had been a favor afterall.

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trueshellz · 2 years

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Rumble

Part of my Invisible Illness Series

Warnings: IBS/IBD symptoms, nausea, upset stomach, bloating, multiple bathroom trips, pet names (kitten), cuddling, some suggestiveness, mentions of smelly boys, pregnant mentioned, reader crying, comfort.

Summary: There was nothing attractive about pooping, but having Kuroo as a husband made you feel better.

Dropping your head to your hands as you perched on the toilet for the fourth time in an hour, you held back your moans of pain as your stomach tried to digest itself from the inside out. Despite following your diet well, avoiding all your food triggers and eating at, (what you had deemed) safe places here you were again. You'd had trouble sleeping, feeling nauseous and bloated after dinner with friends and even after your peppermint tea nothing had settled.

Then the cramps started.

You'd gotten up to take your medication first, used a hot water bottle and even wrapped Kuroo's warm arm around you to ease the pain but nothing had helped. Right now you were so close to crying and then to top it all off...

"Kitten?" You heard him try the door, thanking God you remembered to lock it. "You ok?"

Taking a deep breath as you heard him yawn, you forced a smile and pushed down the pain you were feeling. "Fine. I'm fine. I'll be-"

"Babe, don't lie. I heard you get up every time."

And here you thought you were being stealthy.

"I'm fine, Tetsu."

A sigh left his mouth, receding footsteps and then you heard the front door slam closed. This time you couldn't help the tears trek down your face, you were pretty sure your entire GI system was now empty but the nausea hadn't receded. And now to top it all off, your husband had left you alone. He had always said it wasn't a big deal, you remembered the first few times you went our and barely ate anything due to nerves or food intolerances, he had taken offense and demanded you explain. Then he found restaurants that you could actually eat at, doing his homework on your condition and making sure he looked after you all the time. He carried spare medication for you, had spare clothes in his car just in case and, the one time, even stood outside the disabled bathroom making noise when you were in itso people wouldn't hear you.

After having a quick shower, you popped some pills in your mouth and started warming up the kettle for your hot water bottle again when the door opened and closed. Your eyes meeting his as he stepped over the threshold with a bag, you watched as he pulled out some stronger over the counter medication, some electrolyte drinks and some small snacks that would help you put food back into your body.

"Hey, kitten, don't cry."

You hadn't even realised until he tugged you forward, hands cradling your head and back as you gripped his t-shirt. Low shushes and words of affirmation as he rubbed circles on your back, pulling away only when the kettle button popped up and hissed. Kuroo sat you on the worktop as he filled it up, not the small ones but this huge one metre version you had found online and would lay across your body. Wiping away your tears, he kissed your forehead before carrying you bridal style back to bed. His arms were strong around you as you both lay down, his chest to your back as he rubbed circles on your bloated stomach.

"I feel pregnant."

You felt rather than heard his laughter, a small peck on your neck as he tapped your butt.

"We practising already?" He yelped a little when you picked his hard thigh. "You look cute."

"You're insane, Tetsu." A beat. "I just... I feel gross, y'know? I mean, I spent half of tonight in the bathroom and it's just embarrassing sometimes."

"Baby, I was an athlete. Locker rooms are gross. This is nothing to be embarassed about, everyone poops."

"Tetsu!" You tried to turn but his arms barely allowed you any room on the beat of days and today he was extra cuddly. "No one wants to hear about-"

"In sickness and in health, remember? I love you. And if that means I spend my time singing outside the bathroom or going to the 24 hour pharmacy at 3am or even buying shares in your pills, then so be it."

You couldn't help the smile grace your lips, even when he was being sweet he was a total dork. "Thank you."

"And anyway... I figure if we're getting pregnant I should start practising."

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missuga · 1 year

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12:29 a.m — Kuroo Tetsurou

+ established relationship, 1.2k

Maybe it was the combination of the handful of drinks you had at the bar earlier with coming home to a cold empty apartment, or maybe it was even due to the fact his name flooded your head all night so far.

Whatever it was, you found yourself settled under a couple blankets on your couch ignoring the fresh glass of wine you poured yourself while you texted him.

You: I have a great idea

Kuroo: Why does that scare me kind of

Kuroo: What is it

You: You should come over, I just got home

Kuroo: You mean right now?

You: No tomorrow

You: Yes right now

Kuroo: You miss me don’t you

You: Nevermind

Kuroo: I’m leaving in a minute

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d asked him to come over this late, but right now it was the only thing on your mind. You were desperately craving to see the stupid smug grin on his face as he walked through the door to your apartment like he knew you were going to text him.

For the first time, you were thankful that the both of you lived so close to campus, it meant you were only a minute away from each other.

It’d been more than convenient when you started talking, being able to see each other whenever you wanted to outside of the classes that you shared.

The knock sounding from the front door broke the music coming from your tv just barely, but it was enough to make your heart skip a beat and without hesitating, you pushed yourself off the couch towards the door.

“Hi.” You said almost breathlessly once you opened the door, trying your best to ignore the cold blast of air pushing its way into your apartment.

“Hi,” Kuroo said back, a dopey grin plastered on his face just as you hoped it would be. You could only stare at him for a second before he interrupted your thoughts, “Can I come in? It’s freezing.”

“Shit, yeah.” You laughed stepping back and pulling him inside as you did.

“Are you drunk?”

“Nope.” You answered a bit too quickly, shaking your head as you did. “Almost though.”

“Right.” He shook his head as he followed you to the kitchen, eyeing the bottle of wine that sat open on the counter.

“Want something? I think I still have some of your nasty IPAs left in the fridge from last weekend.” You moved to look in the fridge, smiling at the way Kuroo rolled his eyes at your comment.

“They are not nasty.”

“Mhmm, whatever you say.”

“But sure, that works.” He answered, taking the tall can you pulled out of the fridge. “So you’ve just been drinking at home alone all night?”

“What? No.” You let out an exaggerated gasp as you leaned against the counter, “I would never. I went out with some friends from my classes.”

“Friends from your classes? I’m hurt I’m not included in that.” Kuroo forced a pout before it broke into a small smile at the way you rolled your eyes. “Did you go to the new bar across campus?”

“The overpriced one? Yeah, it sucked.” You groaned remembering the prices of your few drinks. “It’s supposed to be marketed towards college students, wouldn’t you think they’d try to reflect that in their prices?”

“That’s why you gotta pregame, saves money and time.”

“Pregame? We’re not freshmen.” You rolled your eyes again at the stupid comment, only he’d say something like that. “From what I remember, you never used to even go out, mr. pregamer.”

Kuroo looked away from you at that, taking a long drink from the beer in his hand. You weren’t wrong, before he’d met you he only went out to bars with his friends maybe twice a month.

“Anyways, c’mon I don’t wanna stand anymore let’s go to the couch.” He changed the subject, pushing you to where you were sitting before. “I’m stealing all these blankets by the way.”

“No, you have to share.” You pulled them further towards you as you both settled on the couch.

“Hmm, I’ll share only like this.” He started, moving so close to you that you swore he was almost sitting on your lap. You couldn’t complain though, he was so much warmer than you’d been before.

“I can’t stand you.”

“Why’d you ask me to come over then?”

“I thought you might’ve been bored.” You sighed, sipping your wine once more. “I only wanted to do something nice.”

“Oh, why thank you. You’re so kind.” Kuroo shook his head before leaning further into you, resting his head on your shoulder. “Can you set this on the table next to you?”

You grabbed the can from him, surprised at how light it felt.

“It’s empty!” You almost laughed, he hadn’t even been over for ten minutes.

“I might’ve been out earlier too,” He started, shutting his eyes for a moment. “They go down faster now.”

“Hopefully you didn’t go to that dumb bar.” You sighed softly, bringing a hand up to play with his hair. “Don’t you dare fall asleep on me right now.”

“Mmm but you’re so comfy.”

“Is it something about this couch?” You asked, “You fall asleep so fast on it.”

“So, I’m staying the night, right?”

“If you’re staying the night, we’re going to my bed. I am not sleeping on this couch with you laying on top of me again.” You groaned remembering the last time he did this. It was one of the first times he’d stayed over. “Are you listening to me?”

“Mhm, you want to take me to your bed. What a pervert.”

“I’m starting to regret texting you.” You stood from the couch, heading towards your room without him. “You can sleep out there.”

“Wait!” Kuroo laughed loudly, following you shortly after.

“Go stay in the guest room.” You said softly glaring at him, trying your hardest to not laugh at the obvious fake pout on his lips.

“Noo, it’s so cold in there,” He started, a hint of amusement pulling at his voice as well. “I’ll miss you.”

You paused at his words, staring at him for a moment before sighing.

“Fine, but you have to turn around while I change, it’s only fair for being so rude to me.”

“Rude to you?! I’d never.” He laughed slightly exasperated.

“It’s this or the guest room, Tetsurou.” You smiled innocently at him, the corners of your lips twitching up further when he groaned and turned around.

“Fine. Hurry up. I’m getting cold from not cuddling you.”

“You’re so dumb, hold on.” You changed quickly and crawled under the covers, holding them aside for him. “C’mere you big baby.”

“Finally.”

He slid under the blankets, resuming his position of more than half his weight laying on you, his head resting on your chest with an arm across your waist.

“Mmm, perfect.” Kuroo sighed softly, pushing his legs to tangle with yours. “Wanna do something tomorrow?”

“Depends on how you act tonight.” You answered. “Maybe if you keep your hands to yourself.”

“I always keep my hands to myself.” He mumbled, and you could picture the smug smile adorning his lips.

“No you definitely do not.”

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