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Warmed Sweet Potatoes
random thing I cooked up, while I was listening to she wont go away by fayewebster...
happy new year! and since its winter I thought it was fitting to post
a/n: this is cringe. TBH I will probably reget this whole thing looking back at it. but no take backsies...
Your not entirely sure how you got into this situation... but here you were. Standing in a flowing crowd amoung the millions of stalls decorated for Nerima's annual winter festival... His stupidly long fingers circled around your wrist. Barely making contact with your skin, his grasp made no real attempt at stopping you but his eyes just stayed on yours for a second...
"It's you,"
his words dissolve into winter air, lingering. Uncertain hazel eyes burning into the distance between you— he panicked. He panicked as though his words had materialized into the white billows of his warm breath. He spoke so gently, fearing his heart would keeping spilling embarassing words through his mouth that shattered against the brittle December air.
His eyes flicker, causing a tug at the corner of your lips. He had that subtle glint in his eyes that shouted at him to unravel everything—every thought, praise, and feeling on his mind. Everything all at once.
The boy could deny all he wanted but, Kuroo Tetsurou was easy to read. His stupid face always gave him away. Many would disagree, but the small quirks in his brows and twitches in his lopsided smiles always told you otherwise. Even then, Kuroo was stubborn.
His chapped smile pursed back into a tense state, dorkish little craters forming at its sides, leaving the words out to fizzle into the universe. Prickly winds left a dust of pink on his cheeks that just kept getting darker and spread to the tip of his ears. He should have worn something warmer, the dummy stood in front of you in nothing but a sweater with his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans. Thin brows slopped into his perfectly sharp nose now slightly runny and red. The boy looked back at you through snow-wet lashes and horribly messy hair. Yet somehow his appearance only spread warmth down the numb tips of your hands. Beautiful and raw, the scheming captain seemed so embarassed. A little sparkle in his eye that just kept making your heart pound like a monkey on a drum. Not a single step ahead of you, no witty reply, or teasing remark. There was just Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsurou. By now you would have said something to poke fun at him but you struggled to find the words.
Sighing, you shuffle out of the black puffer burning at your skin. When did it get so hot? "yeah, yeah, Ilikeyoutoo.. Just... Put this on..." You meant your voice to come out sharper but you only managed something below a grumble.
"wait-wha"
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