#KURO TETSURO

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*،Ꮺ ࣪ kuroo husband hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: post-time skip, fluff, MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN..., not proofread

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-Kuroo, the type of husband to oversleep a lot. Sometimes you'd have to wake him up because his alarm won't stop ringing but you don't mind it. You like to just watch him sleep peacefully knowing how hard he works and he appreciates it when you let him sleep just a tad bit longer while you got breakfast ready for him.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to sneak up behind you whenever you're cooking and start to attack you with tickles. He loves hearing you laugh so hard while playfully shouting at him to stop, to counteract his attack you both end up in a tickle fight that quickly comes to an end when you both smell something burning...

-Kuroo, the type of husband to love little cozy date nights at home. He loves the private intimate tension in the atmosphere whenever the ambient light hits right with you at his side. He'd enjoy playing little board games with you while your guys' favorite show playing in the back while you exchange giggles.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to love doing cheesy little couple things in public. For instance, sharing an ice cream sundae. He would love to just spoon-feed you while you're happily eating it. Kuroo would also just love having your hand in his all the time. He loves knowing that you're always there by giving you a little squeeze.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to love doing late night errand runs with you. If you're walking to the convenience store and there's absolutely no one in your path, he'd for sure establish a race to the store and start sprinting even though he knows you won't race him. Of course, he's going to run back to you when he's already halfway there and say he won.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to go and absolutely dissolve in your arms the moment he comes back from work. He loves knowing that you're always there for him like how he is for you. After a warm bath, his favorite thing to do is just lay in your arms with his face nestling in the crook of your neck eventually drifting off to sleep.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to let you play with his bed head hair. The most he really does for it is probably just a trim, so whenever you ask him if you can touch his hair he doesn't really mind at all. In fact he actually likes when you're just stroking through his messy hair with your fingers, it's like a free scalp massage by the one he loves the most.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to love spending slow evenings with you. Doesn't matter if you're just lounging on the couch with your head in his lap laughing at a movie. Kuroo just simply loves being in your presence, especially when it's almost the end of the day where he gets to have these little unwinding moments with you.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to have Bokuto and Kenma hype him up right after he bought your engagement ring. Rejection ran circles through his mind so many times after he purchased it. Kuroo was so nervous and his hands definitely got so sweaty that when he was fiddling with the box in his pocket, it almost slipped out right before he distracted you to look behind.

-Kuroo, the type of husband to love the idea of having a few kids running around the house. He can see his future bright and clear with you standing right in the middle of it and of course, your little minions swarming around you both. He's also SUCH a girl's dad fight me I dare you.

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[beanschan]

i just watched the haikyuu movie and it reminded me how much i love kuroken :,3

[miyamizuna]

Is it that sweet? I guess so~

Haikyuu boys as lyrics from "Espresso" by Sabrina Carpenter part 1 | part 2 ft. miya atsumu, kuroo tetsuro, semi eita

I can’t relate, to desperation (miya atsumu)

Being the MSBY social media manager means work- especially when it comes to Miya Atsumu. It seems like every other week he gets himself. caught up in controversy. Whether it be him being too touchy with an already-married older actress, or even being spotted on dates with multiple female idols. It’s your job to defend his already poor internet reputation. 

“Y/n~ c’mon now, one date is all I'm askin’! Throw me a bone here!” He pleads for the 5th time today. He was sure to be persistent after the many rejections before.

“Miya, how many times do I have to tell you no?” You sigh as you reject him once more to add onto the tally of 56 rejections over the course of a year. 

Sure he was attractive, what normal person would say no to a 6’1” professional volleyball player? Sadly you know firsthand about his player activities. You understand it though, a young early twenties male is bound to act like this. though the severity of actions vary on a case-to-case basis; he happens to be on the far end of the spectrum. 

“Besides, it’s unprofessional to have a relationship between the two of us. I’m your manager.” You explain to him hoping finally you’d be able to get the message through his thick skull.

“Professional or not, who cares! give me a chance to prove myself! C’mon I've been good recently, no contreveries!” He explains trying to persuade your thoughts.

“If you call being spotted with a married woman in a fancy restaurant ‘good behaviour’, I don’t know what to tell you.” You frown as you avert your eyes from him, back to your laptop, typing out a public apology for Atsumu’s recent events.

With a frown, he steps forward and closes your laptop whilst leaning over your desk. His figure obviously towering over your sitting self. 

“Enough of that, It wouldn’t be the same as those famous women who only want me to have an affair. It’s different with you.” He explains with sincerity as if this time he actually means what he says.

You look up at him with a smirk and now with crossing arms, leaning back on your office chair. “Oh really? Maybe when you give me an easier time with your little affairs, I’ll consider it.”

That's when his face lights up and puts on a stupid grin and leans in closer to your ear. i’m

 “Oh you bet.” He whispers seductively in your ear before pulling away and walking to the door of the office. 

“Well, see ya around Y/n, ya better hold up yer end of this.” He tells you before walking out of your office.

God this man. He's so… desperate for attention!

and I got this one boy, he won’t stop calling (kuroo tetsuro)

42 missed calls. Are you fucking kidding me? You had met this hot guy today at the cafe you work at, he was a tall man in a business suit, kind of built as you could see some of his triceps through the dress shirt, a really classy guy overall, though odd his hair didn’t match the aesthetic. You left your number on his cup just for the slight off chance he wasn’t in a relationship. Clearly, he’s not in one.

You decided to call him back, afterall you were busy with the cafe with the 8 hour shift you had just worked. Now lying on your stomach first, your leg hanging off the bed, you hit the call button.

“Hello?” a male voice says after only one ring. 

“Uhm, Hi. You left 42 calls on my phone.” You informed him as if he wasn’t already aware of what he did.

“Oh yeah, I did do that~” He teases through the phone. “So what’s your name, coffee girl?” 

“It’s L/N Y/N, and you?” You ask with a semi-interested tone returning the energy of his voice.

“I’m Kuroo Tetsuro. Y/n is a pretty name ya know” He flirts through the phone. 

You can just imagine his silly smirk, the same exact one as when he saw the cafe when he read your number, and then the “call me <3” written under it. 

“So I take it you’re not taken as you’re calling me” You suggest as you twirl your hair and kick your legs, god you feel like a teenage girl.

“Nah, I’m not taken. Haven’t really had a girlfriend before, closest was talking stages.” he explains you hear the ruffling of papers in the background. 

So that explains the 42 calls. Takes a man's guts to admit that.

“You don’t exactly know what you’re doing, don’t you~” You tease as you hear a sigh from the end of the phone.

“Well no- I do know what I’m doing! Just I wanted to get to know you- soon!” He fumbles words trying to explain himself which brings a laugh out of you.

“Suuuure…” 

There’s now a long awkward pause in the conversation. In which both of you don’t exactly know what to ask each other next.  

“Soo- Are you a full-time worker at that cafe?” He suddenly asks, speaking up to fill the silence.

“Well no, I’m still in college. I’m going there for an English degree. How about you? You seem like you got a pretty good job.” You explain, then follow up with a question about himself. 

“Well darling, I’m a sports promoter, specifically for volleyball. I work for the Japanese Volleyball Association.” He informs you with a proud tone. 

This does pique your interest, not every day do you meet a guy who works for a sporting association who happens to walk inside a hole-in-the-wall café.

“Well shit, that's cool! Did you play in high school or something?” You ask now, flipping over onto your back to a more comfortable position.

“I did- made it to nationals during my last year.” He answers with a cocky tone. There is more shuffling of papers in the background, maybe he’s still at work-

“Kuroo! We need the papers finalised by tonight!” A voice from the background of his end says with a very demanding tone. Causing him to groan into the phone.

“Well you certainly heard my boss…” He sighs. “Call you back cutie. We still need to finalise our date.” He tells you before hanging up the phone not even leaving time for you to respond to his statement.

“huh…? DATE?” You shout to the void that is your room. 

Man, this guy is confident. Both him personally, and you being too willing to give this man a chance. You know one thing though. You’re definitely going to come back to 42 calls again.

I'm working late bc I’m a singer (semi eita)

Oh, Semi Eita, the lead singer and guitarist of his little band. The foundation of what his band is about all stems from him. His rock style is unique, flashy if you call it. He always felt the need to stand out from others. You know that best as his significant other. Since high school, he’s always been a show-off or tried to be. Because of his show-off nature, he was benched on the volleyball team in his 3rd year. 

Now here he is, slumped over on his office desk at one in the damn morning, struggling to come up with meaning to his new song. 

“You know, Eita, This song must really got you stumped. You haven’t stayed up writing this late in forever.” You smirk leaning on the doorframe to his office. You both know that you’re right.

Eita usually has a set schedule; sleeps at 11 pm, unlike his teen days when he’ll pull all-nighters for fun. He sighs and turns his office chair around. 

“Well, I guess you can say that.” He replies as he tiredly smiles at you. 

You walk over to his desk, the wood planks creek in the silence of night, and lean over his shoulder to look at the song. 

“So what’s this song about?” You ask him while reading the lyrics. 

“A boy who fell in love with a girl and sees her with rose-tinted glasses.” He explains as he taps the pen on the paper every few seconds, clearly in thought.

“Well is she a good person, or a bad person.” You ask, sitting yourself at the corner of his desk. 

He sits at his desk long in thought. “That’s the thing. I don’t really know.” He admits and he runs a hand through his hair, the other hand twirling the pen around.

“Well when you think of this girl, who do you think of?” You ask him whilst  playing with the drawer of his desk that sits above you. 

as he sits there in thought, an idea suddenly pops into his head. There is one girl in particular that comes into his head.

“I think of you.” He lets out with a grin as he ruffles your hair, causing you to let put a laugh

“Me, huh? You really love me that much huh..?” You grin in response to his actions, with a proud tone of voice.

“I guess I do huh?” He smiles at your proud self. “I’ll write about you being the girl who I view in rose-tinted glasses,” He says as she writes down his ideas on the paper, making light scribble noises.

That's just when you get up and try dragging him away from the desk. 

“You know its bed time right?” You tease and you put him in a headlock and ruffle his hair.

“I’ll be there soon! Just, let me finish noting these ideas down!” He protests and he doesn’t look away from the page despite what you’re doing to him.

You sigh in response and let go of him. Walking to the door in the process. 

“Don’t stay up too late. We both know how grumpy you get without your beauty sleep.” You tell him in response to his protests. Finding a good opportunity to tease him in the process.

As you walk out of the room, all you can hear is a grumble in response. All for the fact he knows you’re right.

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[mzhari4]

haikyuu volume 10 back cover

[erihelion]

CONNECT

[theglitterypages]

Haikyu Boys Caught With Their Best Friend's Sister (Featuring Kuro Tetsuro)

Kuro knows how wrong this is but he did everything in his power to not fall for his best friend's sister. It's been a month since he started dating you behind your brother's back, he knows that it's disrespectful and he's risking his friendship with Kenma, knowing how much he adores you. But Kuro waited for so long, and fought his feelings it made his chest tighten whenever he'll see you but can only pretend to see you as a younger sister.

He treasures his friendship with Kenma but the way your skin feels warm and hot against his hands makes his brain malfunction, all he could think is how every inch of you must be worshipped, he breatehs into your skin, gently nipping, and marking the parts that his lips could reach as you arch your back and rake your fingers in his scalp. "T-Tetsu…" you chanted his name like a prayer and Kuro felt the last fiber of control he has in him snap just by hearing your sinful voice call out his name.

He met your eyes, his hand still roaming underneath your shirt as you sigh in pleasure. "Use your words, love. Tell me what you want…" he teased, gently nibbling on your ear and you groaned in frustration, earning a laugh from the man on top of you.

"God, I love you so much YN." he whispered leaning down to kiss you on your lips.

He lets you settle on his lap, his hands still under your shirt as you both try to watch the movie. He's kissing your nape, while his eyes was fixed on the television. "Love…" he breathed, calling your attention. "Why?" you asked, turning to face him.

Kuro took his hands out from under your shirt with a sigh before kissing the tip of your nose, "A-Are you ready to tell Kenma?" he asked, his hands finding yours, massaging it gently before kissing the back of it.

You know how conflicted he must feel, he wouldn't have hide this relationship if not for your request to not let your brother know. You were worried about how Kenma would react and you wouldn't want to be part from Kuro.

"Soon, love. I promise…" you whispered, hugging him, letting him bury his face on your neck.

Kuro held you tightly, even if his chest if filled with worry, he let himself find peace as he holds you in his arms.

But that peace was soon cut off when the doorbell rang and you both were snatched away from your little safe paradise.

Kuro looked at you, waiting for your confirmation of who might be the visitor but the moment you jumped out his arms, Kuro knew who's outside.

"Oh shit, that's my brother. Oh my God, Tetsu you need to hide!"

Kuro didn't have any chance to think when you pushed him towards the bathroom and locked it before you went to open the door to greet your brother.

Kuro pressed his ear agains the door, his jaw clenching as he looked down at the tent on his pants. "Fuck shit." he cussed, he knew it, he knew that it wouldn't be long till his luck ran out but still, he couldn't feel any regret because every stolen moment he had with you was the best of his life, if your relationship might cause a problem with his friendship with Kenma, he would take all the blame.

Kenma walked inside your flat with his usual bored expression, "Is this a bad time?" he asked, examining your flustered look and heavy breaths. Your eyes widened and shook your head, "N-No, I-I was just cleaning and kinda forgot you'll drop off some of my things." it wasn't long since you moved out of your parents' home so you still have some of your stuffs left in there and Kenma volunteered to bring your stuffs so you won't have to do it.

You were just so caught up with Kuro's sinful touch that you forgot that he's coming over tonight.

"Okay…" he handed a bag to you. "Mom said not to bring all of your stuffs, she said she'd like your room there to stay that way." he told you, his eyes scanning your flat as if taking in the details. His eyes carefully scanned your furnitures, his head tilting a little as he tried to take a look of the kitchen, before they went back to meet your eyes.

"Your flat looks way better than last time, you decorated well."

You could only nod your head, usually your brother won't stay for so long to say stuffs like this does he miss you or he's just trying to torment you? "Y-Yeah, I just looked at some Pinterest inspo and stuffs…"

"Cool, hey can I use your bathroom real quick?"

You internally panicked and your instinct kicks in, holding onto your brother's sleeve before he could take another step closer towards your bathroom. "I-I haven't cleaned it yet….it's clogged and I-" Kenma looked down on your hand gripping his sleeve, "You don't know how to fix a clogged toilet? How are you gonna live alone? I'll fix it for you." Kenma removed you hands off his sleeve and walked over to the bathroom, opening the door.

Kuro couldn't hear anything no matter how hard he tries to press his ear against the door, even if he hears some noise, it's all muffled and inaudible, his heart hammers against his chest but he chose to stay calm waiting for you to come and open the door, so when he heard the doorknob click, he sighed in relief but his face went pale when he saw his best friend's face when the door opened.

Kenma was stunned, and there was a dead silence between the three of you. But when he was able to came back to his senses, he looked at Kuro from head to toe, and he saw that he's holding his shirt in his right hand and Kenma looked at him with lazy eyes.

"I knew that you've been hiding a boy for a month now but never in my wildest dreams that I imagined it to be Kuro."

That was the only thing that came out Kenma's mind, in fact, those words were blurted out without any careful thought process, it wasjust him simply stating the fact in front of him, his best friend shirtless hiding in your bathroom, looking flustered as he meet his gaze.

Kenma has suspicions that you are dating someone but he never imagined that it would be Kuro, though he wouldn't deny the way his best friends' gaze lingers on you whenever he thinks that he's not looking. A part of Kenma believed that Kuro wouldn't do anything without consulting him.

He doesn't know what to feel, his best friend and his sister, two of the most important people in his lives hiding like criminals, not trusting that he would understand the situation, as if he'll take it out agains them for falling in love.

He felt a pang of pain in his chest when he came up with that realization. But didn't say anything and wiats for you and Kuro to try and talk for yourselves.

Kuro couldn't utter a word, not when he couldn't decipher the tone laced in Kenma's voice.

"L-Let me explain, I was the one who pursued YN,I fell in love first. I'm the one to blame."

You went to Kuro's side to hold his hand, "But I was the one who wanted to keep it a secret…I was scared and…I don't want you to be mad. I-I love him, Ni-chan." you admitted honestly, squeezing Kuro's hand to tell him that you're in this mess together.

Kenma sighed as he looked at the two of you with his cat like eyes, he didn't like the idea of the two of you hiding just because you both thought that he wouldn't understand but Kenma decided that he'd rather keep it to himself because he couldn't recall a moment where he saw your eyes sparkle the way they do as you look at Kuro and as a big brother, he wouldn't want to put an end to you and his best friend's happiness "Whatever. I'm not against any of this but have some decency to at least cover up your hickeys.." he looked at you intensely, the kind that he gives you when he's about to scold you, "You're still my baby sister…" he told you before looking at Kuro with a glare, "And you're still my best friend."

[oldmama]

Exchanging the jackets

[0nemin]

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two cats

kuroken

[cognitivelypartiallyfurnished]

Kuroo Tetsuro in "On and about with the hq-boys"🛫

-a series of airport drabbles

Previous: Suna Rintaro "I thought you knew that you´ve always been my favorite.”

Masterlist

Next: Yaku Moriosuke “Quit smiling at me like that, I can’t form a proper sentence like that.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Any time without you is far too long”

Your boyfriend Kuroo was as passionate as one can be and you were never one to stop him in his tracks, instead you were cheering for him from the sidelines. It was one of the things Tetsuro valued most about you, your understanding and supportive character. He knew, wherever he would be, you would always be the home he´d return to. Right now, he was visiting Oikawa in Argentina, trying to get him to participate in a volleyball game back in Japan, with lots of other famous players. Despite being miles away, he´s still calling you every day, never missing to talk to you.

Even right now he’s on the phone with you while sending you the pictures of his day, to get your live reaction to the beautiful scenery of Argentina.

“Tetsu this looks amazing, I´m almost jealous!”

“I know right? Admittedly, its quite hot over here but Oikawa and I have been going to the beach all day long, I even got a tan! Can you imagine?”

“I have to see it with my own eyes or else I won’t believe it, sorry love.”

“You will soon! As much as I enjoy being here, any time without you is far too long!”

“Wow, now you´re exaggerating, you suck up!”

“Kitten I´m not lying, just wait till I´m back tomorrow. As soon as I see your beautiful face on the Airport, I’m gonna race to you and prove it!”

Laying your head to the side and raising a brow, you only reply with

“Yeah, I’ll be there to witness.”

“Perfect, talk to you tomorrow before the flight! And don’t forget: Keep your ion the prize!”

“Tetsu, I didn’t miss the chemistry puns, sorry. Love you!”

Before he can protest, you hang up and get on with your day, keeping your mind on the prize.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[clawsdevour]

꩜ ۫ ָ֢ kuroo nsfw hcs

wc: 0.4k content warning: post-time skip, smut basically.. lol, kuroo x reader, not proofread

note: this was part of a request and there might be a lot of grammar mistakes cuz im typing off of my phone since im currently still on vacay!!

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-Kuroo likes to plant his warm sloppy kisses on your stomach, moving down towards your inner thighs, then ankles before spreading them open to look at his beady eyes that look like they’ve been starving for years.

-Kuroo likes to swirl his thumb around your swollen clit to stimulate you while you feel his deep thrusts grow into you. He’d speed up his thumb to match the pace of his hips that rock into yours while you pur out his name in between moans.

-Kuroo likes to be the one to move your head up and down on his cock, holding back tears while feeling him poke at the back of your throat. Despite all the squelching sounds your mouth creates, through the noise he’s praising you for taking it so well.

-Kuroo likes to watch you squirm around while you moan out how good he makes you feel. He’s proud of every mark you leave on him. This can be a small red hickey left on his neck or even a scratch or two on his broad back.

-Kuroo likes to get home early from an important event to come fuck you from the thought of missing you. He’s thinking about how good you would’ve looked if you were invited to the event, driving him insane.

-Kuroo likes to have his big hands on your hips, helping you thrust his dick into you. Growing bigger each time he watches your tight cunt swallow his dick with each bounce with your hands on his chest for support.

-Kuroo likes to enjoy making you watch him stroke his dick before letting you touch it. He likes making you resist him, fueling his imagination that makes him get off even more because of how you wanna be the one to jerk him off.

-Kuroo likes to place your hand onto your stomach. He does this because he wants you to feel his every thrust through pressing down softly on your stomach. He also likes to do this because it makes you squeeze around him a bit more since you’re also able to feel that sensation from the pressure of both of your hands.

-Kuroo likes to tightly grip onto both of your hands and put them above your head while he fingers you towards your unbearable climax. He grows harder seeing you able to chase your release by just using his fingers.

-Kuroo likes to sleep with your back against his chest after he’s cleaned you up and changed the sheets. He loves fondling with your tits under your shirt, enjoying the soft plush skin in between his fingers as his other hand pulls and teases your nipples making you rub your legs while he gently chuckles in your ear.

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[eclown4hire]

captains!

[artisticxlly]

A business man and a police officer walk into a bar (there's a joke there somewhere)

also here's a version of just the lineart:

[keruimi]

In that One Moment

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader x Yaku Morisuke

Warnings: Hanahaki Disease, angst, mention of death. Happy ending

Note: Not proofread as always. I don't even know if I give justice to this but hope you all enjoy it!

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Hanahaki Disease, is an illness that makes you aware of your feelings. A curse that our world gave to us.

It can only be solved in two ways, surgery that can remove one's love or death.

That's it

Yet, my feelings for the rooster captain of the Nekoma Volleyball team keeps coming back even after removing him from my memory.

Every time I feel lost on who he is to my life, he is always the first one I fell in love with.

It was a repetitive memory in my life.

I want to keep living, to keep going. But no matter what I choose, I will always go through the cycle of hesitation whether to lose the memories we both have.

Just for the sake of being alive.

But those hard decision-making always end up in one ending.

And me falling in love all over again.

Now because of this one sided love, I am sitting in the familiar room within the hospital walls.

A room where I keep returning to.

A room that made me lose complete control of who I am.

Like a lunatic that keeps trying to hold on to the last bit of their sanity.

Its tiring. Its terrifying.

That I always have to face death when I'm falling in love with him.

Can the world just let me breathe for even at least a minute?

Can the world let me love a different man that would love me the same way I did?

Why does my heart keep returning to one man? Why are my eyes always looking for him?

I felt my chest tighten before I coughed up the flowers that started to bloom in my chest.

I'm scared. But I already reached my limit.

I don't want to suffer for the same reasons all over again.

I gasped when I felt like I was suffocating.

I don't know how long I can make it.

I once dreamed of finishing my education with my childhood friends.

If I just have chosen to be satisfied with the friendship we both have, I wouldn't end up in this situation.

But I didn't

At times like this, I wish that I would just fall in love with him.

Yaku Morisuke

A man who chose to love me no matter how much I keep choosing Kuroo over him.

Even being aware of that love being unrequited.

"I will not beg you to love me. But please, let me love you freely"

Yet right now, he seems to forget the words he used to tell me before.

"Before, I thought I could let you go because we can't go against our hearts. But this is the ending I don't want to go through" he admitted to me as he stood on the side of my bed.

Avoid holding eye contact with someone you love who is fighting between life and death.

It was a memory I don't want to engrave on him.

That's why I never want him to visit.

But I really need someone with me.

Someone I can open myself to even if it's hard to express it with my words when my chest seems to tighten more.

"I am ready to be your rebound. I am ready to be your second choice." He declared that made me raise my hand to stop him from speaking further.

Even if I can't hold on longer.

I don't want him to speak himself the words that can hurt him.

Yet he didn't stop there.

"Why do you love him?" It was a question. A question that made him lose his composure.

A question I have been asking my mind for so long.

Yet it will always end up in one answer.

Do I need a reason to?

I let down my hand as I felt myself getting weaker as seconds passed by.

I already thought of his words before. Use him so I can continue living.

Because I know it would be less painful. He would love me, better and better. Give me everything I need.

And I am tempted by his offer. Since I once thought that I would learn to love him too.

Yet because of this disease, I can't completely lie to myself.

Because of it, I made it less painful for Yaku.

"Please...just leave" I whispered weakly before I coughed out another flower.

A sign that the roots of this disease have completely taken over my body system.

I felt a warm hand hold my cold ones that made me focus my attention on the man.

Before he chose to kneel before me.

"Y/n, I'm really in love with you" he cried out as tears finally escaped on his eyes as I felt his grip on my hand.

What did I ever do to deserve this?

"Even though it hurts."

Times when I wonder why didn't he just leave me?

Why did he choose to keep loving me?

I felt the surroundings turned colder than before as I started to seek for his warmth.

"I am ready to be your second choice. I'm ready to be used. As long as you stay in this world" he whispered as he put my hand closer to his lips as he used both of his hands to warm that one hand.

"Even if it would hurt"

A tear finally left my eyes as I squeezed his hands.

I can't speak.

I can't manage to stay because I don't want him to suffer the same experience I did.

I want him to choose a woman who really deserves him.

I don't want you to lower yourself before me. I don't want you to beg me to stay.

I don't want you to keep loving me.

Those are the words I want to say so badly.

I don't deserve a man like Yaku Morisuke.

I closed my eyes as I slowly took deep breaths to control my breathing.

I really don't deserve him.

On that one moment, I wanted to change my mind.

Just for him

"I've heard..." The familiar sight of the friend I have ever since I was a kid, is really standing in the same room with me.

Like a scene where the Libero wanted me to finally confess my feelings.

In hopes that the man can reciprocate it.

"Why didn't you tell me? That is the common question you would hear in times like this." He stated as he crossed his arms on his chest while looking outside the window.

"I didn't know my best friend was dying because she fell in love with me" he muttered as I leaned on the head board before I closed my eyes.

"A best friend who chose to forget me. The one who was the reason why I question myself for it" he continued as I slowly opened my eyes from his words.

It's a reaction I expected from him. Because a friend forgetting all of your memories with them, without knowing the reason why.

Can really hurt someone deeply.

"Did you bring another blanket?" I questioned him that made him approach me, changing the topic for a minute.

And like a habit, he draped it on my shoulders that recreates a feeling of embrace.

I didn't know how I badly wanted that warmth.

"Sooner or later, you would know the reason too" I whispered, wishing for him to hear me when he put the blanket on me.

His hands stop in the air as I feel his eyes turn glossy.

"You can't love me Kuroo. We both know that one painful fact."

I clutch the blanket closer to my body as Kenma stood in the corner, watching us exchange words.

"I don't want you to force yourself on loving me" I let out followed by deep breaths before I started coughing again.

"I want you to love me, for the sake of really loving me the same way I did. Not for the sake of me living" I looked up to him as my hands started to tremble.

"I don't want you to love me against your will" I whispered as a tear fell in his eyes that made mine escape too.

"So I exchange our memories. That keeps coming back whether I fell in love with you all over again"

"Other than death, New memories is the only solution, isn't it?" He finally managed to speak as a small laugh left my lips.

"This is the fourth time I'll forget you Kuroo if I choose that path again"

"Better than dying" he immediately stated. "You have been thinking of my feelings for all these years. This time, think of yours too."

"It would hurt, that's true. But it's less painful" a sob left my lips before Kuroo embraced my cold body which Kenma followed along.

The last time where I will have the memory of our friendship.

Before we become strangers once again.

And after that moment, I completely lost all my memories of Kuroo Tetsurou.

He became the unknown man who has a blurry figure in my memories with Kenma.

A man I thought I held no importance to my life and just old friends.

As the years passed, I slowly fell in love with Yaku Morisuke who is the first man I knew that I met after the surgery.

Along with the love emotion was the repetitive memory of him like it doesn't want to be forgotten.

I opened up that to my lover who chose to hide my diary from me until the right time comes.

A man he told me was my first love.

Confusion started in my mind that time, making me think if my lover was joking with me.

But I didn't ask anymore questions until I completely forgot about it.

"Earth to Y/n" I heard my husband's playful voice who snap his fingers at me while his arms are at each side of my body who is sitting at the kitchen counter.

"What are you thinking so deeply about?" He asks me as I look down at him before shaking my head with a small smile.

"I'm just thinking if I'm on good terms with your captain who you told me that I'm not ready to meet yet during our highschool days." I honestly told him that made him nuzzle his head on my neck as one of his hands stayed on my waist.

"I did that for the old you, my love. Anyways, you'll meet him later in the reunion. And I promise you, he will welcome you"

His words ease my chest as I lean my head on top of his head.

The day before, me and my husband spent the night remembering the memories I chose to forget.

Because of Love

And the man that was once a blurry figure in my memories finally stood in front of me.

With unknown emotions swirled in his eyes.

"Hello, I'm Yaku Y/n. Nice to finally meet you"

"Kuroo Tetsurou. At your service"

A feeling stirred in my chest when I took a hold of his hand.

It was not love like what my husband told me I felt about his captain. It was the feeling of familiarity when I held him.

He is indeed the forgotten person in my memories.

And I'm willing to try again.

But from a different perspective

[erihelion]

I hc that they went to the same uni and were on the same team!