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contrary to popular belief: your boss isn't that scary.
sure you've seen Kuroo in a screaming match, utterly pissed that investors were almost dropped due to the negligence of his partners. you've seen him serious, politely asking you to leave his office so that he can fire the worker who harassed nearly every woman in the office. hell, you've even been late a few times and had seen his annoyance directed towards you and that made your heart skittish.
but despite all of that, none of those scary times can wipe away the image you see now: kuroo passed out on his desk with his cheek pressed against his lunch.
"Kuroo," you say his name first in hopes he wakes up but then resort to tapping his hand. "Kuroo." It takes a gentle push against his shoulder for him to whip wide awake, sleepily groaning and his eyes blinking away as he gains his surroundings.
you can't hold back your surprised laugh when you see his lunch smeared against his cheek, "You have a little..." Politely you gesture towards your own cheek, hoping he mirrors you.
Tiredly he rolls his eyes at himself, using a crumpled napkin to wipe only a fraction of his bento off his face. You put your things down and grab a fresh napkin, ignoring all your instincts to just pretend he got all the food off his cheek. "You're still wearing your lunch," you laugh.
Before you can think, you wipe the rest off his face. Your hand gently holds his face still, his skin a lot softer than you expected underneath your fingers. You make the mistake of looking up into his hazel eyes, your heart skipping when you find that he's already been staring at you. It's a second too late when you realize how intimate this is as his cheeks start to turn red. You've never seen him blush, never in all your years of working under him- with him.
"Sorry," you pull away too quickly now that your own face is starting to grow warm. "I- um, the..." Your mind blanks and you screw your eyes shut as you try to remember why you're here in the first place. "Charity events had been confirmed, they sent over the final list of approved teams and athletes for you to contact." Quickly you hand over the paperwork and purposely stare down at the wood grain of his desk.
"Thanks," Kuroo quietly flips through the names. He mumbles comments under his breath, and when you sneak a glance at him you wonder if he's aware his fingers are still pressed against where you had touched him.
After some few, long, awkward moments, Kuroo glances at his watch and looks at you for the first time since you accidentally caressed him. He's always…. liked you. You never seemed to be scared of his title, of anyone's higher position really. You're reliable, brave, funny, hardworking. Distracting.
He's found himself thinking more and more about you lately. Kuroo even has started to bring you back drinks from his out of his office meetings, not sure why he felt so pleased with himself when you happily and gratefully take the warm chai. He takes you out to lunch when he's noticed you're usually too busy to remember to eat, he worries over you when you take the train home and waits for that text that says you've made it home safely.
"It's my birthday,” he dumbly blurts out.
"I know," you say with a small smile and his cheeks fucking start to blush again. "Happy birthday, Kuroo."
"Tetsurou." he's quick to correct. "You've- We've worked together long enough, right?" Yes, but that doesn't mean you break the Boss v. Worker societal rules-
"Happy birthday, Tetsurou." Your voice is shy, it's rarely ever that way and now his cheeks are burning.
"Do-" He doesn't even know what he's asking. He just knows that it's getting closer to his out time in this office and soon you'll clock out too. "A few of my close friends are taking me out tonight. It should be pretty lowkey." Kuroo starts to remember, though, that "lowkey" wasn't the right word for Bokuto. "I- well, it's lowkey for us. We've known each other since we were just kids in high school, they're a bit much though. You don't have to come, it- you're probably tired from work actually, never mind. I shouldn't have assumed you didn't even have plans already though-”
Another first. You blink at Kuroo- Tetsurou- as you watch him stammer and blush, wondering where the cool and confident Boss Kuroo you've worked with all this time is hiding.
"That sounds like fun," you break his misery and offer another kind smile, unknowingly making his heart skip again. "I just have some Excel sheets to fix up and then I'm all set for tonight."
"Okay, he breathes out and watches you quietly close the door behind you as you leave. A smile grows across his face, his belly twists with excitement, and his blush never does fade away.
“Okay!" Kuroo cheers to himself. Now he has to try to not embarrass himself in front of you for the rest of his night…
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a/n: ahhh i originally posted this from my old blog on kuroo's actual birthday. i forgot i even wrote this, i wasn't able to save it before deactivating my old blog and by chance came across it again. so yay!
ao3 link <3
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