p1-madpage - Tumblr blog

p1-madpage · 3 years ago

Text

Kinda fluffy, kinda angsty? Initially, this was going to be a full fic that I wanted to write last year but I kinda forgot about and the story I had in mind. So I’m giving it you as a slightly improved oneshot with no sequel :))

The sound of nails tapping rhythmically against the side of a can provided a background to the story he was recounting. He was breathless, looking a little more disheveled than usual, as though he’d rushed to find you. You supposed he must have to be this worked up.

“Why are you so worried?”

“Because! I’ve never hung out with a girl before!” You raised an eyebrow and looked at him pointedly. Shrinking a little under your gaze, he chuckled nervously and tried to backtrack.

“Besides you, I mean. You’re different,”

“Different how?”

“You know… You’re one of us!” Kuroo was getting dangerously close to saying something that would earn him a kick to the shin so you let his words roll off your back, steering him back to the topic at hand.

“Why are you coming to me with this anyway?”

“Because you’re my best friend and you’re the only girl I know?” Heaving a sigh, you pinched the bridge of your nose as you took your seat at your desk whilst Kuroo turned his chair around to face you.

“What exactly do you need help with?”

“Everything?”

“Tetsuro.” He leaned back in his seat, rubbing his hands over his face as he groaned in frustration.

“I don’t know! How am I supposed to act? What am I supposed to wear? What are we supposed to talk about? Do I hold her hand? Help me!” A whine began to creep into his voice as his questions rushed out of him.

“Slow down man, jeez!” He groaned, folding his arms and resting his head on them as he waited for you to answer him. Golden eyes peered up at you pleadingly through the gaps of his fringe.

“First of all, just act how you always do.”

“Okay. Next?”

“I can help you pick out an outfit the night before if you’re really struggling but something casual should be fine.”

“Casual. Got it. What about… date stuff? What if- what if she wants me to kiss her?” That made you pause. You’d never thought about that. Ever. The thought of Kuroo doing anything remotely romantic with another girl made you feel… wrong.

You shook off your uneasiness, putting it down to his own nervous energy infecting you.

“Just don’t think too hard about it, okay?”

“Ugh, fine. Come over on Friday night and help me pick something to wear.” You rolled your eyes with a smile, punching his shoulder lightly as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“You’ll be okay man, chill out. It’s just one date.” He hummed, plucking your can from your fingers and taking a long sip. The sound of nails tapping rhythmically against the side of a can provided a background to the story he was recounting. He was breathless, looking a little more disheveled than usual, as though he’d rushed to find you. You supposed he must have to be this worked up.

“Why are you so worried?”

“Because! I’ve never hung out with a girl before!” You raised an eyebrow and looked at him pointedly. Shrinking a little under your gaze, he chuckled nervously and tried to backtrack.

“Besides you, I mean. You’re different,”

“Different how?”

“You know�� You’re one of us!” Kuroo was getting dangerously close to saying something that would earn him a kick to the shin so you let his words roll off your back, steering him back to the topic at hand.

“Why are you coming to me with this anyway?”

“What exactly do you need help with?”

“Everything?”

“Tetsuro.” He leaned back in his seat, rubbing his hands over his face as he groaned in frustration.

“I don’t know! How am I supposed to act? What am I supposed to wear? Do I hold her hand? Help me!” A whine began to creep into his voice.

“Slow the fuck down man, jeez!” He groaned, folding his arms and resting his head on them as he waited for you to answer him. Golden eyes peered up at you pleadingly through the gaps of his fringe.

“First of all, just act how you always do.”

“Okay. Next?”

“I can help you pick out an outfit the night before if you’re really struggling but something casual should be fine.”

“Casual. Got it. What about holding hands? What if she wants me to kiss her?” That made you pause. You’d never thought about that. Ever. The thought of Kuroo doing anything remotely romantic with another girl made you feel… wrong.

You shook off your uneasiness, putting it down to his own nervous energy infecting you.

“Just don’t think too hard about it, okay?”

“Ugh, fine. Come over on Friday night and help me pick something to wear.” You rolled your eyes with a smile, punching his shoulder lightly as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“You’ll be okay man, chill out. It’s just one date.” He hummed, plucking your can of coke from your fingers and taking a long sip.

“You’re right.” You tugged your drink back, taking your own swig with a smirk.

“Duh. I’m always right.”

•••

The days flew by in a blur of schoolwork and your respective club activities and before either of you knew it, Friday had arrived.

The night before Kuroo’s first ever date.

If you were being perfectly honest with yourself, you were surprised that this was the first. You’d never admit it aloud, but Kuroo was handsome. Anyone with two working eyes could see that. Tall, lean, dark haired with a killer smirk and smouldering eyes? And the captain of the volleyball team? There ought to have been a queue of girls vying for his attention. Perhaps there was and neither of you had ever noticed. Or they hadn’t noticed. Until now.

“Okay, how about this one?”

“No. Trust me, go with the black. Keep it simple.” Reluctantly, your best friend tucked the ugly checkered shirt he was holding back into his wardrobe. It had taken a little while, but you’d finally helped him put together a passable outfit (he’d tried pulling out his leopard print pants and you made a mental note to burn them for him after forcing him to put them back).

Unfortunately, now that his mind was back on his impending date, he was panicking. He paced around his room, tossing a rogue volleyball back and forth in his hands. You sat on his bed and observed him, his brows drawn downwards as he chewed on his lip, lost deep in thought.

“For fucks sake, stop pacing. You’re gonna wear a hole in your damn carpet,” you groaned, finally at your wits end. With a grunt of annoyance you stood and blocked his path, placing your hands on his shoulders and directing him to sit down. “What are you so worried about?”

“I just… don’t want her to think I’m a dick, you know?”

“She won’t. Just don’t act like a dick.”

“Wow. Brilliant advice.” You snorted, and he chuckled, shaking his head. He slumped backwards on his bed staring up at the ceiling and you followed suit. The two of you lay side by side, shoulders touching, as you had done a million times before.

You were both quiet for a while, before you broke the silence with a quiet murmur.

“Tetsuro?”

“Hm?”

“Do you even like her?” He hummed thoughtfully, turning to face you.

“I’m not sure. I barely even know her, besides her name.”

“Then… Why did you agree to the date?” He shrugged, chewing on his lip as he mulled over your words.

“I guess I wanna see what it’s like.”

“A date?”

“Yeah. And what it’s like to be with someone who likes me like that.”

“Huh.” Fair enough.

“Mhm.” The two of you returned to your comfortable silence, your stomach twisting at his words. Someone who likes him. What did that even feel like?

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead,” you said absently.

“Can you… can you- ah fuck, never mind! It’s stupid anyway.” He sounded odd. There was a tremor in his voice that made you soften.

“What is it?” When you glanced over at him, there was a soft blush staining his cheeks. Straining your ears, you barely managed to catch his shy mumble.

“Can you… practice with me?”

“Practice what?” He sucked in a breath, preparing himself for your reaction as he sat up.

“Can we practice… kissing?” His cheeks brightened as the words left him and you sat up beside him, speechless. Your face felt hot all of a sudden, and something was leaping around your belly.

“You wanna practice kissing… with me?” you asked slowly.

Kissing Kuroo Tetsuro. Your best friend. The boy you’d grown up with. The idea conjured a foreign image in your mind - his arms around you, his lips on yours and a gooey affection shining in his eyes. You didn’t hate it.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to! I just thought-“ you stopped him with a hand over his mouth. You weren’t quite sure why you were agreeing.

“Stop talking before I change my mind,” you mumbled, stomach fluttering with what you labelled as nerves but felt far more delicate. He nodded, all of a sudden looking like the shy little boy from your youth instead of the confident captain he’d grown into. It was weird. Cute.

“Um…okay. How do you wanna do this?” You asked in a hushed whisper.

“I guess… we just do it?” He offered lamely and you couldn’t help but snicker at him, rolling your eyes as you shuffled closer.

“Okay, just, uh, close your eyes, I guess,” you suggested, leaning in slowly. As you got closer, you noted how he stiffened up and held his breath. Your lips were mere centimetres away from his, a soft puff of air curling over his skin and making him shiver. This would not do.

A hand cupped his cheek and stroked it softly, the soothing gesture easing out some of the tension in his shoulders.

“Relax. It’s just me.” Your soft whisper coaxed him into unclenching his fists and blowing out a shaky breath. That’s right. It was just you.

“Ready?” He nodded almost imperceptibly and your eyes fluttered shut before you carefully closed the gap. You pressed against him gently, letting your mouth linger for a couple of seconds. It felt tingly and so warm that you just wanted to stay pressed against him forever. And then he was kissing you back.

It was clumsy. Uncoordinated. A little bit weird, if you were completely honest. But, more than that, it was soft. Gentle. Completely Kuroo.

You drew away reluctantly, watching as he opened his eyes and licked his lips. You could still feel the ghost of his touch and it stirred something strange inside your chest.

“That was… nice.” Kiss me again.

“… yeah.” An awkward silence fell over you, something you hadn’t felt since the very beginning of your friendship.

And that’s when realisation began to set in and you felt it.

Something tectonic, world-altering, unexplainable. The very paradigms of your relationship were shifting beneath your feet, completely out of your control.

The silence was deafening, so you picked up your phone and pretended that you’d gotten a message from your mother.

“Shit, I’ve gotta go. Tell me how it goes, yeah?” He nodded dumbly as you quickly rushed out of his home. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest, the memory of his lips agonisingly fresh in your mind, causing those same unbidden thoughts to rise to the forefront.

The kiss felt nice.

It felt right.

And it felt like something was slipping through your fingers.

Taglist: @wishterya @chi-anpan @sakuroo @charlie-jay @tiredcrystal @fushigoomi @justheretoaskandread

131 notes · View notes