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cr: @ydineydine

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happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

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#35 and bokuroo or Terushima and Tanaka

Ooooh!! This is a good opportunity to play around with rarepairs! I don't usually write them :) So... Enjoy!

It’s something that the team had said mockingly, of the Nekoma “cats” - they’re so fluid. Kuroo moved like a cat did, he was calculated and elegant, even when he was goofing off. He always seemed to hold his body in a poised sort of way, even if he was slouching. And even the way he pointed, or tilted his head, reminded Bokuto of their alma mater namesakes and by comparison, made him feel bulky, and uncoordinated. 

Bokuto wished he could move like Kuroo did. When they goof around after hours on old playground equipment, Bokuto hauls himself up and Kuroo takes a few careful, neat movements to glide between the steps of the equipment. Then he leans back, like he’d floated up there, and grins at Bokuto like he’d been waiting for him. 

So it’s no wonder that Bokuto finds himself watching him more and more. Captivated by every tiny move and wondering how he never seemed to fumble at all. 

Kuroo is no less magnetic in private - if anything, it’s even worse. Bokuto is fairly certain he has a problem. That he should not be this entranced by the way his boyfriend walked, by the way he crossed his arms, by the way his fingers moved, and yet-

It surprises him. Kuroo’s poised fingers, right at the back of his neck, trailing down slowly across the ridge of his spine, for just one second turning Bokuto’s back into the elegance line Kuroo wanted to draw. It’s his own damn fault for not putting a shirt on in the morning. 

“What are you doing?” Kuroo asks, sidling in to rest his head on Bokuto’s shoulder, hand flattening to rest against his lower back. 

Bokuto swallows, trying not to turn into a flushed, red mess. “Breakfast,” he manages to get out eventually.

Kuroo hums his appreciation, before tilting his head down to press a kiss to his shoulder. “Is something wrong? You feel warm. You’re not getting sick, are you?” 

Bokuto shakes his head. 

Kuroo tilts his own over, clearly not believing him. His messed bedhead doesn’t quite look different from his usual, but is charismatically playing it’s role. What should make him look unkempt only highlights how precise his movements are. 

“You move weird,” Bokuto says after a second. 

“Alright, rude,” Kuroo scoffs back, before rolling his eyes and pulling away to head back through their small, shared home to the living room. “You better be making me breakfast too!” 

Bokuto glances back to watch him leave, because he always watches him leave, and calls: “Of course I am!” 

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happiest birthday to my beloved boy hinata shoyo!! ☀️✨✨

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hoot hoot

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Tendou finding out that Ushijima, like him, didn't have a stereotypical childhood full of friends and fun and funny antics, and so he makes them a bucket list of things to do together. They build a pillow fort, they have a pillow fight (inevitably wrecking the pillow fort), they stay up late chatting, they play childhood games (with Tendou letting Ushijima take as much time as he needs to to understand the rules of the game), and slowly, gradually, they figure out they're learning how to be safe together. and something starts to heal within both of them.

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bokuroo

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Yess this is exactly what I needed thank you!!

Bokuto hides in small places when he's sad :( no one talk to me :(

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"hey, are those my sweats?"

the pixels of bokuto's face fizzle clearly to life on the screen, his eyes squinted and inquisitive. kuroo pulls his phone closer from where he'd had it propped up against his water bottle, letting bokuto in to a close-up view of his slight smirk.

"you clothes thief!" the accusation comes after barely a second, and kuroo chortles.

"why, don't like seeing me in your clothes?" he says, smirk growing wider at the feeling of triumph in his chest. he's been quick with his retorts today, managing to stun even tsukki into silence when he popped by the joint karasuno-nekoma training camp earlier. victory tastes especially sweet when it's against tsukishima, but bokuto is a close second contender.

it's quiet for a moment, a moment that stretches a little too long and prompts kuroo to focus back on the call. he's puzzled by the strangeness he sees in bokuto's gaze, visible even through the video feed.

"bo?"

"... if you're gonna steal, put your whole back into it, kuroo. wear one of my hoodies too next time."

oh.

huh?

"uh... kuroo?" bokuto's voice trickles in again, "hey... your video just cut off?"

"oh. oh, yeah, i think my connection's not too good over here, haha—"

"wait a minute! are you... are you flustered? did i fluster you?"

"no! also why do you sound so pleased?"

kuroo pointedly ignores the way his ears burn, the same way he ignores toggling his video back on.

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two days later, kuroo schedules another visit to the training camp, and gets promptly obliterated by tsukishima asking "why do you smell like bokuto-san all over?"

kuroo curses bokuto in his mind even as his face heats up, remembering the way he'd pulled on another pair of bokuto's slacks and one of bokuto's many hoodies. the memory of bokuto wrapping his strong arms around him and nosing at his neck, muttering things like "you smell good" and "you look good in my stuff" into his ear.

kuroo catches kenma's withering, judgmental stare and ends up almost disintegrating on the spot.

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Word Count: 2,175

Pairing(s): Bokuroo, mentioned Bokuakakuroken

Summary: Bokuto couldn’t say how much time has passed since he ended up here, lying down on the bed with his hands resting over his stomach, his gaze unbreaking from its place on the ceiling above him. He couldn’t even necessarily say that he knows how he got here in the first place, aside from knowing that he felt too drained to do any of the things he had been doing earlier in the day. It’s anybody’s guess as to what caused the depression to settle in this time. It’s not like he’s had a particularly bad day or even week, things have been pretty normal.

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They’re finally back!!

I know some of you guys have really been waiting for a new installment of the BAKK AJR series and here it finally is! I sincerely hope that it was worth the wait!

This story takes place before "Won't You Help Me Feel Something Again? How's It Go Again?" but it can be read by itself!

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oya?

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your knee still hurts? - ft flustered oikawa

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Hi Im Hope!

I'm currently hyperfixated on haikyuu, bokuto and bokuroo

I also love iwaoi, bokuaka, usiten and mostly all haikyuu ships

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Bokuto hides in small places when he's sad :( no one talk to me :(

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cloud gazing

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doodles after watching the movie! 🐱🐦‍⬛