#kuroo fluff

[wholemeallbread]

classmate!kuroo would be so annoying to sit in front of.

★ first things first, he always sticks things on your back or messes with your hair. he purposely buys post-it notes for the sole purpose of writing stupid things and putting them in your back. once, he wrote "iodine lutetium vanadium uranium" on one of them, but he refused to elaborate on what it meant.

★ on the rare occasion that you do answer a question, or just picked on by the teacher, he constantly kicks your chair. to everyone else, you just look crazy stuttering over your words and giggling, but it's all his fault. and when you turn around and tell him to stop, he acts innocent. but you know. you can tell from his smirk.

★ somehow, he magically never has a pen or pencils in your shared lessons. and all the pens you do lend him, he never gives them back unless you specifically ask for it. right at the start of the lesson, he asks you for a pen, and then manages to lend one to the person next to him. so he had one this entire time?!

★ and gosh, he's so lucky he's pretty. how could you be angry with him when he genuinely cares about your wellbeing, even if you're not particularly close? he matches your mood; always putting his head down on the desk when you do, and humours your excitement so you don't feel ignored. smiles when you do; as if he finds more satisfaction in seeing your smile instead of other people's laughs. is willing to throw himself under the bus for your sake... yeah, there's many cases of that. he might just be one of the best people to sit in front of.

or maybe it's only you that thinks that?

[p-u-r-p-l-e-y]

no one is concerned about the professor feeling entitled to a bouquet and flowers that were clearly not for her ? JUST ME??

the subtleties of being in love.

kuroo tetsurou is the spider-man. he’s also your best friend. he’s also hopelessly in love with you. between fighting crime and juggling college, kuroo barely has the time to confess his feelings to you. lucky for him, you’ve got him covered. or, five times kuroo tetsurou tries to ask you out, and one time you ask him out instead.

— pairing: spider-man!kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader — contains: fluff, mild angst, best friends to lovers au, spider-man au, college au, debatable attempts at comedy, idiots to idiots in love, 5+1 things, profanity, mentions of violence but nothing graphic—please let me know if i’ve missed anything! — word count: 5.0k

ONE — THE SUBTLE ART OF SWINGING INTO A WALL

Kuroo Tetsurou swears he isn’t trying to be stupid. 

It’s just that when he sees you, his mouth dries up, the words he want to say get stuck on the tip of his tongue and he can’t force them out no matter what, he feels his brain turn to mush and his legs turn to jelly, and—

You’re laughing. At him.

All because he swung face-first into a goddamn brick wall.

You don’t even know it’s him—he has a mask made out of spandex covering his face, thankfully—but he saw you on the street, talking to the old lady who sells churros next to the sandwich place both of you love. He may have lost all directional sense after that, because one minute he’s watching you gesture animatedly while you converse with the shopkeeper, and the next he slams solidly into the brick-red compound of the building he was supposed to swing over.

At least his webbing is still intact.

Kuroo’s pride, on the other hand? Completely, utterly shattered.

For a minute, there’s silence—a sort of muffled, hazy silence that blankets everyone, the kind that’s impossibly rare to come by in a city which never sleeps—and then every single person whips out their phones and takes pictures, giggling to themselves throughout. It’s not every day Spider-Man accidentally swings into a wall, after all.

Kuroo can already picture the headlines: City’s Masked Superhero Can Fight Aliens But Is Apparently Blind When Confronted By A Gigantic Barricade. Or worse. He can hear J. Jonah Jameson’s voice in his head, bellowing into the cameras, “Breaking news everyone, this just in: Spidey has been caught lackin’! Is he truly good at his job or is he just a farce? We may never know.”

He peels his head off hard brick, contorting his neck to relieve all the cricks, and that’s when he makes direct eye contact with you.

He swears his heart stops beating—but it starts again in less than a second, starts rabbiting around like it always does when he sees you, before settling back down into its regular rhythm. It’s only then that he remembers his feet and fingers are still glued to the wall.

He pries them off, wincing at the hoots and hollers from the crowd, and glances at you again. 

You have a few churros in your hand, wrapped neatly in butter paper—no doubt a gift from the old lady—and you have your phone in your hand. He watches your fingers fly rapidly over the screen, notices the slight tilt to your head, the way your tongue pokes out of your lips slightly, the amusement at his mishap still running through your veins.

He hears the ping of the notification through his mask before you even put your phone down. 

The letters swim in front of his eyes, on the screen in front of him.

(11:36) You: KUROO!!!! u wont BELIEVE what i just saw!!!! I SAW SPIDERMAN CRASH INTO A WALL LMFAOOOO

Kuroo winces. He should probably tell you that there’s a hyphen separating the words ‘spider’ and ‘man’, but he doesn’t want to burst your obvious elation at the city’s most prominent superhero’s accident. (Despite the fact that you’re the cause for him losing all common sense, in the first place.)

He doesn’t get the chance to form another coherent thought before a yell from below gets his attention. Specifically because it’s your voice.

“Hey!” You have your hands placed on your waist, your bundle of churros tucked into the corner of your arm as you squint up at him. “Need some help getting down?”

Unlike the jeers of the onlookers with their phones still out, you don’t sound malicious at all. You sound genuinely concerned, as though he isn’t Spider-Man, who’s fought off a hundred different villains and rescued the earth from alien infestations. You talk to him like he’s just a regular guy who accidentally swung onto a building and now finds himself in this precarious position.

His chest warms at the thought. “No thanks!” he hollers back. “I’m good.”

He lets his feet loosen up, feels his muscles relax and then he pushes himself off the wall, letting the momentum pull him through a graceful somersault before he lands softly in front of you.

“Are you okay?” You ignore the passersby.

“I’m fine,” Kuroo replies. “Are you okay?”

You look at him strangely, and Kuroo can feel his cheeks heat up. “I’m not the one who almost broke my nose because I wasn’t looking at where I was going.”

Kuroo shifts from one foot to the other, chewing on the inside of his cheek. You have a point, he supposes. He clears his throat. “Right, um. Thanks for offering to help me out.”

“No problem,” you reply easily, the corners of your lips rising upwards. “I’m glad you’re okay. Can’t have our city’s best line of defence get obliterated because of a wall.”

Kuroo’s not sure whether he’s supposed to feel happy about the fact that you’re worried about him despite not knowing who he is or if he’s supposed to be embarrassed at you pointing out his lapse of attention.

“Listen,” he begins, feeling a rush of adrenaline surge through his veins, run its course throughout his body, and settle at his heart, “do you… maybe want to get some coffee with me? As a thank you. For offering to help.”

You raise an eyebrow sceptically. “I’m not sure that warrants a coffee date.”

“It’s not,” Kuroo hurriedly says, heart thumping erratically, “I swear. I just want to thank you.”

You purse your lips, drawing out a sigh that’s in between contemplation and refusal. Kuroo’s heart sinks—he knows that expression of yours all too well. “I’m sorry, Spider-Man. You’re a great superhero and I’m sure you’re a really nice person behind the mask, but… I’m actually running late for a meet-up with my best friend. I’m sorry.” You shrug apologetically. “Maybe next time.”

“Okay, uh—” Kuroo licks his lips— “n-no worries. I’ll see you around.”

“Break a leg, Spider-Man.” You salute him with two fingers. “Not literally, but you know what I mean.”

He manages a smile, then realises you can’t see it through his mask—and then realises that the friend who’s meet-up you’re running late to is with him, so he’s going to see you again, anyway. The thought makes him smile again, this time wider, and he can feel his cheeks crinkle at the corners.

He stretches an arm out, presses his web shooter and swings onto the top of the building. Maybe he’ll have to deal with you retelling the story of how he crashed into a wall with extreme detail and lots of exaggeration, and Kuroo should probably feel extremely embarrassed about it. Instead, he finds himself looking forward to it.

Maybe he should crash into walls more often.

TWO — THE SUBTLE ART OF ACCIDENTALLY ASKING YOUR PROFESSOR OUT

Kuroo Tetsurou is decidedly fucked.

He’s late—unbearably so—but what else is he supposed to do if a platoon of aliens show up in the middle of his Introduction to Organic Chemistry class and he has to stop them from blowing up the president’s summer retreat? Once the situation is wrapped up and the foreign visitors agree to sign a peace treaty with earth, he’s effectively missed three classes, skipped lunch, and is currently running late to a study session you planned out after classes.

He supposes he can make up for it—he’s not sure how, but… something is better than nothing, right? He swings down in front of a flower shop, hurriedly asks for a bouquet and a box of chocolates, places a wad of money bills on the counter and swings away. The whole interaction takes place in less than fifteen minutes, but Kuroo is in a hurry. He has a slew of texts from you, all detailing the same thing: That if he doesn’t magically appear in the next ten minutes, you’re leaving, and you better make it up to him somehow.

Kuroo touches down on the rooftop of your university’s library and quickly removes his Spider-Man suit, stuffing it into his backpack and shouldering it. He heads down the fire escape, taking two steps at a time, and comes to a standstill in front of the Biology section of the library. It’s the least crowded part of the library, which is why you and Kuroo have chosen it as your designated spot.

He sees you immediately and braces himself for the telltale quickening of his heart. You smile at him as soon as you spot him, raising a hand in greeting. Books and sheets of paper are scattered around the table in front of you, and your hair is messy, swept up hastily. You’re wearing your favourite sweater with the coffee stain down the front, because even though it’s not something you would wear in public, it’s still the most comfortable piece of clothing you own.

Kuroo’s lips curl upwards on their own accord. The words form on the tip of his tongue, as they always do. He wants to tell you—he’s been in love with you since he first laid eyes on you—and it would be so easy to confess right then and there. He walks towards you.

Fate is never kind to him, it seems.

Kuroo keeps his eyes fixed on you, which is why he doesn’t notice his Organic Chemistry professor walk right across him.

In his defence, Professor Suzuki is short, with a head full of bountiful grey curls and a pink flower-patterned umbrella always tucked underneath her arm. She barely comes up to Kuroo’s shoulders, so she’s never in Kuroo’s line of vision unless he’s sitting down.

It’s no wonder he collides into her. 

Professor Suzuki lets out a startled “Ooh!”, the stack of papers in her hand flying out of her grip and falling around him and his teacher like snowflakes on a winter morning. She twists her lips at him, mouth downturned like she just sucked a lemon raw, and tuts disapprovingly at him.

Kuroo feels his cheeks blaze as he bends down and gathers all the loose sheets of paper and stacks them. He doesn’t need to look at you to know you’re gleefully watching the whole encounter. He tucks the bouquet and chocolates into the crook of his arm and hands the stack of papers to Professor Suzuki, mumbling an apology.

“Well, you better be sorry,” she says, looking up and down at him—except she has to crane her neck at him to meet his eyes, and the sight is so hilarious, Kuroo needs to stifle his laughter. Then her eyes narrow in recognition, and Kuroo stiffens, dread pooling in his stomach. 

She pauses for a minute. “Aren’t you the young man who ran out halfway through my class? Is your stomach feeling better now?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you snort and then cover it up as a cough. 

Kuroo wants to melt into the floor, pretend like he’s one of the tiles on the ground. “Yes ma’am,” he answers politely instead, hoping his voice doesn’t betray him.

“Hmm.” She scrutinises him carefully, reaching out with her free hand and pinching his stomach. “Indigestion is a serious issue, young man. Make sure you have enough ginger in your diet—it helps with your toilet problems.”

“I will, ma’am.”

“Now, how do you plan to make up for your lost lesson?” 

Kuroo licks his lips. “I’m… not sure. I could come over for a remedial class—”

“Oh, please. You insult me.” Professor Suzuki lets out a giggle. “Remedial classes are such mediaeval methods. These days teachers will let anything go for a small price. Young, handsome men like you especially…”

Kuroo nearly chokes on his own spit. “I—”

“Just some flowers and chocolates will be fine,” his teacher waves him off good-naturedly, as though this is a conversation she has all the time. Her eyes land pointedly on the flowers and the chocolate box still tucked safely in his arms. 

“Oh. Um.” Kuroo curses his luck. He’s Spider-Man, after all—shouldn’t he get some slack? All he wants is to ask you out, and if not that, at least spend some time with you without getting caught up in outworldly situations all the time. 

Professor Suzuki’s expression turns serious upon noticing his hesitation. “Of course, not every teacher is as lenient as I’m being. Some would—and I’m really just throwing it out here—assign compensatory essays, or—”

He hurriedly shoves the bouquet and the chocolates into Professor Suzuki’s waiting arms. 

“No, ma’am. Thank you very much for being so kind to me.”

“Not a bother, not a bother,” she waves him off again, smiling thinly at him. “Anything for my students.”

Kuroo bows and waits patiently for her to skitter away from him, finally letting out a loose breath that has his shoulders slumping forward and his head hanging dejectedly. He drags himself to your table, places his bag on the desk, and buries his head into his arms in such a way that half his upper body is spread-eagled across the wooden desk. A tired, muffled groan escapes his lips.

“Rough day?” Your voice is soft, and you tentatively reach out and gently run a hand through his hair.

Kuroo lets out another groan in response, closing his eyes when he feels your touch. He lifts up his head and props his chin on the desk, glancing at you. You have a soft smile playing on your lips, eyes twinkling.

“You recorded all of that, didn’t you?” It’s more a statement than a question; Kuroo has all your tendencies mapped out in his head, and you would never pass up on an opportunity to record his humiliation.

“Yup.” You grin at him, patting your pocket where your phone is stowed away. “I won’t show it to anyone, don’t worry.”

It’s a small consolation. He decides to let it slide. “By the way, the flowers and the chocolates were for you. To apologise for being late.”

“Oh.” To Kuroo’s surprise, you sound… bashful, almost. His heart skitters at the revelation. “That’s alright. I’m not a big fan of flowers anyway. Are you hungry? You skipped lunch, too, didn’t you? We could go get some ramen.”

“That sounds good.” Kuroo smiles wearily at you. He just hopes there isn’t another national emergency to divert his attention from you and the time he gets to spend with you.

THREE — THE SUBTLE ART OF ALMOST DATING YOUR HOMIE

If Kuroo Tetsurou has been Tokyo’s one and only Spider-Man for the past two years, then Bokuto Koutarou, his roommate, is his designated Guy-in-the-Chair.

He’s the only one who knows about Kuroo’s secret identity, and Kuroo relies on him to make up some believable reason for his often and sudden disappearances. The last time, when he had to escape in the middle of his Organic Chemistry class and that whole debacle with Professor Suzuki took place, Bokuto had said Kuroo had indigestion. He assumes his roommate has fun coming up with excuses. As long as his secret remains safe, Kuroo’s not too concerned.

Despite all the help Bokuto has provided him with, he wants nothing more than to toss him over their shared apartment’s balcony.

For the past half an hour, he’s been consistently badgering him. Specifically about you.

“Have you told her you like her yet?”

The question drags a tired sigh out of Kuroo’s lips. He’s hunched over his Physics textbook, scribbling down notes, and he could really appreciate some peace—but that’s not something he should expect when he lives with the human equivalent of a hamster on a wheel.

“No, Bokuto,” he reiterates, “I haven’t had the time.”

Bokuto flops dramatically across the couch. “Dude. You need serious help.”

“Do I?” Kuroo murmurs absent-mindedly, wondering how to calculate the coefficient of friction with the variables he’s been given.

“Yes.” When he notices his roommate not paying attention to him, Bokuto rolls his eyes. “Stop doing homework, you have more important matters to attend to.”

Kuroo finally tears his tired gaze away from the numericals printed out on the page. He locks eyes with Bokuto, barely aware of the tic in his left eye. “Like what?”

His roommate throws his hands up in the air exasperatedly. “Like your best friend! And the fact that you’re in love with her!”

“Okay.”

“This isn’t going to work. C’mere.” He gestures to Kuroo to come sit next to him on the couch. Once he makes his way to the couch and sits next to him, Bokuto takes both his hands in his. “Consider this an intervention.”

Kuroo leans back and lets his head fall against the couch cushions. This is going to be good.

“Okay, so,” Bokuto begins, “she doesn’t know you’re Spider-Man—no one knows that except me—but you love her, don’t you? Just walk up to her, tell her you can show her something she’s never seen before, swing her up to a rooftop somewhere, and watch the sunset with her. Tell her you love her and that you can’t live without her, and your heart beats only for her—trust me, girls love romantic stuff like that—and then tell her you’re also Spider-Man. Easy.”

All Kuroo can do is laugh. There’s no way Bokuto is serious about this.

“I’m being serious,” Bokuto says. “How long are you going to keep hiding this from her? She’s your best friend, don’t you think you should tell her that you’re basically in mortal peril every other day?”

“That’s exactly why I’m not telling her,” Kuroo says. “What if some villain finds out she’s special to me and does something to her to get back at me?”

His friend looks dubious. “You really think that could happen?”

“Yes.” Kuroo turns his head to look at Bokuto. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you either.”

Bokuto chews his lip thoughtfully. “I kind of see what you mean. But…” He squeezes Kuroo’s hand once, gently. “I think she would want to know.”

Kuroo considers it—for a brief half-minute, he actually thinks about it—and then shakes his head. “It’s better to keep her safe.”

You have the worst possible timing. (Perhaps it’s Kuroo’s fault for having given you a spare key to his apartment.)

The door swings open and you walk into the living room, two bags of takeaway in your hand. “Guess who’s got food!”

Then you pause, survey the situation in front of you, and your jaw drops.

Kuroo and Bokuto, both on the couch, sitting so close to each other, their knees are brushing. Kuroo’s hands are still being held by Bokuto, the latter rubbing circles on his palm. Belatedly, Kuroo realises what this must look like to you.

He shoots up to his feet. “It’s not what you think—”

“Oh my God.” You raise your arms. “Am I interrupting something? I’m so sorry, I had no idea! I’ll just—”

“No, wait! Bokuto and I, we’re not—”

“No, no, it’s okay!” Your repeated reassurances don’t do anything to assure him. “You guys look good together! Congratulations on graduating from cherry boy university, Kuroo!”

Kuroo lowers his head, crimson creeping up his cheeks. He turns around and faces Bokuto, who’s busy snickering on the couch. “This is all your fault.”

You look between them curiously. “Are you both dating?”

“No,” Kuroo says at the same time Bokuto says, “Possibly.”

He glares at his friend. “No, we are not together. Bokuto knows I like someone else.”

“You like someone else?”

There’s the barest hint of hurt in your tone, a slight hitch in your voice that Kuroo picks up on easily. “I—yes.”

“You never told me.” 

Your voice is carefully calm and you fiddle with the handle of the takeaway bags. Kuroo winces; he takes a step forward and grabs your elbow, gently forcing you to look up at him. “I was going to tell you. I just… forgot.”

It's the worst possible excuse he could come up with. Your eyes harden. Thankfully, Bokuto swoops in. “He’ll tell you soon. He just never has good timing.”

You poke your tongue in the inside of your cheek. “It… doesn’t matter. I brought Chinese,” you say, lips pursed into a threadbare smile, “so all that’s left is to pick the movie.”

You move into the living room and playfully poke Bokuto’s legs to make space. Kuroo closes the door behind you, a heavy feeling in his gut.

He’s fucked up. Big time. No matter what, he can’t get the look of dejectedness on your face out of his mind.

Kuroo decides he’s going to tell you. Somehow. Even if you don’t return his feelings, at least he’ll be free of the burden of keeping them hidden. 

With new conviction in his head, he strides over to where you are.

FOUR — THE SUBTLE ART OF GETTING HIT ON

Kuroo loves you—he really does—but despite his obvious affection towards you, he still thinks you’re acting slightly (read: extremely) delusional.

“A… Spider-Man love blog?” he asks weakly, sitting opposite you.

“Yeah!” You nod your head vigorously, obviously excited. “J. Jonah Jameson started a Spider-Man conspiracy theory blog, so I figured I need to start a blog to support Spider-Man and all his endeavours. Too much hate is a bad thing, and… well, he is kind of hot. Objectively speaking.”

Kuroo doesn’t know whether to grimace at the fact that J. Jonah Jameson started a page on conspiracy theories about him, laugh at the fact that you want to start a blog to support him, or melt like an ice cream on a hot summer afternoon at the fact that you just called him objectively hot.

He tries to do a mixture of all three. You glance at him, concerned. “Did you just have a stroke or something?”

Kuroo purses his lips together. “I’m fine.”

“Okay,” you say dismissively. “Well, what do you think of the blog idea?”

“I think it’s a good idea,” Kuroo agrees. “It’s like a little Spider-Man support group.”

“Exactly!” you agree, perking up even more. “That’s actually a really cool slogan, thanks Kuroo.”

“No problem.” Kuroo feels his mouth dry, but before he can second guess himself, he says, “Hey, you said Spider-Man is hot?”

“Hm? Yeah, what about it?”

“You know who else is hot?”

“Tom Holland?” Your eyes widen excitedly. “Oh, I know! Andrew Garfield!”

“No—I mean, yes but—” Kuroo heaves out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I wasn’t talking about them.”

You cock your head to the side. “Who do you mean, then?”

He takes in a deep breath, forcing his heart to calm down. “I was talking about—”

He’s about to say you when the fire alarm rings. You stand up, eyes widening—not with excitement, but with panic flaring up inside you. Kuroo stands up too; how did he not notice something was off? The hair at the back of his neck tingles. He needs to get you out of here—now.

“Hey,” he says hurriedly, “you need to leave. Go out the fire escape.” He shoves you none too gently towards the fire escape, but you stumble forward and then stop.

“Kuroo,” you say, and he can hear the mounting fear in your voice, “what about you?”

“I’ll be right behind you,” he assures. A series of bangs follows his statement, and he narrows his eyes at the direction of the sound. “But you need to leave. Now.”

You open your mouth to say something, but when you hear a loud clang echo down the stairwell, you close your mouth and run towards the staircase. Kuroo waits for you to disappear from his sight, before turning on his heel and grabbing his suit from his bag.

God, supervillains really have the worst timing. All Kuroo wanted to do was tell you he thought you were hot, too, but that he found you more beautiful than anything else.

FIVE — THE SUBTLE ART OF EXPOSING YOUR CRUSH

Kuroo is so, so tired.

He lands in front of a small, quiet lake in a park you used to come to with him. The ambience is perfect for when you want to spend time alone, in solitude. A family of ducks paddles gently over the water; it’s peaceful and serene—completely unlike the destruction he just had to deal with, and the turbulence currently running through his mind.

He pulls his mask off his head and runs a tired hand through his hair. Wearily, he sinks down onto the grass, feeling the cool breeze caress his skin and the rustle of the leaves of the giant tree under whose shade he’s sitting.

He blinks once, slowly, and then again, and when a duck lets out a quack, he opens his mouth and lets everything spill out, like sand pouring through an overturned hourglass.

(He’s aware he’s talking to ducks. He doesn’t care.)

“Screw this shit. I never wanted to be a hero, you hear me? I never wanted to be bitten by a stupid spider, I didn’t ask for all this—I didn’t ask for all this! God, what does a guy need to do to have some time to tell his best friend he’s in love with her?!”

His rant falls on silent ears—but then, he hears the crunch of dried leaves, and he whips around.

Your head pokes out from behind the tree trunk. “Kuroo?”

“Oh,” he breathes out, scrambling to his feet. “What are you—”

“You said you’d be right behind me!” Despite the false bravado in your voice, he can hear how wobbly you actually sound.

“I-I was. Technically.” He takes a tentative step towards you, one arm stretched out placatingly.

“You never told me you were Spider-Man!” Your voice increases in pitch steadily with each word.

“I didn’t tell you to protect you—”

“Oh my God, you were in mortal peril every day and I didn’t even know!”

“Bokuto said the same thing, but—”

“Bokuto knew all along, of course he did!”

“I only told him because—”

“And—and now you’re telling me you’re in love with me!”

“Okay, I wasn’t telling you, I was telling the ducks, but—”

“Kuroo!” You throw your hands up in the air wildly, gaze roaming rapidly across his face. “You’re in love with me!”

He sucks in a breath sharply. “I feel like that’s not the most important thing here.”

Of all the ways he thought he would confess to you, this is decidedly not something that crossed his mind even once. He’d always pictured flowers, holding your hand, maybe even a romantic stroll down this very park. He’d certainly never imagined you’d find out about both his secrets on the same day—all while he was busy ranting about his hero complex to a bunch of birds who didn’t pay him any attention.

“Please,” he tries again, “please let me explain.”

You shake your head. “No. There’s nothing there to explain.”

With that, you turn away and walk past him. Kuroo’s heart sinks. He crumples the material of the mask in his hand, feeling the cloth twist underneath his fingertips just like his heart twists into knots with every step you take away from him.

PLUS ONE — THE SUBTLE ART OF KISSING YOUR BEST FRIEND

You have Kuroo cornered, your arms crossed across your chest and your expression stern. “You need to listen to me.”

Kuroo gulps. It’s been a week since he accidentally let both his secrets slip, and this is the first time he’s talking to you in person since then. You’d sent him a text with a simple message. Library, first thing after lunch. Kuroo had complied, and here he is now.

“So. Bokuto explained everything to me,” you say. 

“He—he did?”

You glance at him shortly. “Yeah, he did. I… I understand why you didn’t tell me about—about your condition, Kuroo. I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance to explain yourself.”

“It’s okay,” he replies immediately. “If I found out my best friend was a secret vigilante risking his life every day, I think I’d react the same way.”

You smile at him then, and his heart jumps inside his chest. He smiles back. “But that’s not the main reason I called you here,” you continue. “What I really called you here for was…”

You trail off, looking down, and Kuroo is hit with a sudden sense of nostalgia. Why are you being so bashful around him all of a sudden? “Was…” he gently prompts.

You swallow, lifting up your chin and looking him in the eye. “I wanted to tell you that I’m in love with you too.”

Kuroo Tetsurou swears time stops, and the whole world comes to a standstill. The words ring in his ears, echoing inside his head. His lips part, and he stares at you, flabbergasted.

“I— Say that again.” His voice is barely more than a whisper.

He sees the flicker in your eyes, notices how you’re ready to compete with him for this. “I love you, Kuroo Tetsurou. I don’t care about the fact that you’re Spider-Man.”

Kuroo takes a step towards you, holding your shoulders gently, like you’re made of glass. “I love you too.”

You grin at him, your own arms encircling his waist and coming to rest on his back. “I know that.”

And then you tip your head forward and capture his lips with your own. He gasps at first, before kissing you back with equal force, one hand tugging you closer to him and the other curving around your torso.

You giggle into the kiss, and Kuroo’s lips twitch upwards. He’s giddy, weightless, floating through the air like a feather being carried by the wind. The feeling he gets when he’s swooping through the rooftops of the city is nothing compared to the feeling of your lips slotted against his and his arms wrapped around you.

Kuroo Tetsurou swears he doesn’t try to act stupid normally. But if it makes you smile, he’s willing to do anything.

[cottonlemonade]

“Do you wanna hear something horrible?”

You halted in your reach for the lamp on your nightstand and turned to your husband.

“Will it give me nightmares?”

Pursing his lips in thought for a moment he nodded, “Probably.”

“Then it would be great if it could wait until tomorrow morning but-“, you sighed at his cocked brow and folded your hands on your pudgy tummy in defeat, “you’re gonna tell me anyway, aren’t you?”

He sat up with his back leaning against the headboard and crossed his arms, “You only kissed me three times today.”

“Only three - wait, that can’t be right. Babe, we made out just this afternoon.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t come up for air so that only counts as one.”

You looked at him, unimpressed. Then wordlessly you turned around to switch off the light.

“Hey! Do you not care about my well-being?”, he lamented dramatically.

“Good night, Tetsuro. I love you.”

“Tch, doubt it.”

a/n: honestly this is also so Atsumu and Tendou but I can’t make every single drabble Atsumu or Tendou even tho I really wanna

[munchiei]

HAIKYUU! Boys;

♡ You Fall asleep on them for the first time

Part; 1/?

Includes;

Kageyama, Tsukishima, Hinata, Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa

♡ Kageyama Tobio;

Setting: Studying at his place. You drift off mid-notes, head tipping against his shoulder.

Kageyama is hyper-focused on the textbook in front of him— until he feels a weight slump against his arm. At first, he thinks maybe you dropped something. Then he hears it: the soft, steady breath of someone completely out cold.

He turns his head slowly. Your face is tilted toward him, eyelashes fluttering in your sleep, mouth parted just slightly. His heart stutters.

What do I do?

He stares ahead, tense as a drawn bowstring. He doesn’t move a millimeter.

There are a hundred thoughts racing in his brain, but the loudest one is:

You fell asleep. On him. Willingly. Trustingly.

He’s never been good at emotions, but something about this moment makes him want to freeze time. His ears are red. His heartbeat is insane.

After a few minutes, he carefully reaches for the corner of a blanket and drapes it over your shoulders. His hand lingers a second longer than it should.

He doesn’t study another word. He just sits there, still as stone, quietly hoping you won’t wake up too soon.

♡ Tsukishima Kei;

Setting: Movie night at your place. You knock out halfway through the film.

You’re on the couch beside him, wrapped in your own blanket, feet curled under you. Tsukishima’s half-watching the screen, half-rolling his eyes at the cheesy dialogue.

Then your head slips softly against his bicep.

He stiffens.

“...Seriously?” he mutters.

You don’t reply. You’re completely out. Breathing slow, peaceful, drooling just slightly (cute, unfortunately).

Tsukishima doesn’t move. He doesn’t breathe. His brain short-circuits for a full five seconds before it kicks back in with full snark:

This is ridiculous. I didn’t sign up for this. Why would they—ugh.

But his gaze softens despite himself. You trusted him enough to fall asleep next to him. He’s not used to people being that... unguarded with him. It makes his chest ache in a weird, annoying way.

After a moment, he adjusts your blanket—gently—and glares at the screen like it owes him money.

Still, he struggles to keep down the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Maybe I’ll stay a little longer.

♡ Hinata Shoyo;

Setting: Park bench after a long walk. You lean against him without thinking.

The sun is warm, and you’ve been chatting and laughing for hours. It’s late afternoon, the kind of day that makes your limbs heavy. You’re mid-sentence when your head drifts sideways and lands softly on his shoulder.

Hinata freezes.

He physically freezes. Like statue-level, wide-eyed, jaw-hanging-open kind of still.

You. Are. Sleeping. On. Him.

Cue internal screaming.

“What do I do?! Do I move?! Is this a dream?! Why is my heart doing that thing—OH GOD.”

But somehow, despite the panic, he doesn’t move a muscle. Instead, he looks down at you. Your face is relaxed. Peaceful.

His whole chest melts.

“I must be doing something right,” he whispers to no one.

Hinata sits perfectly still, grinning softly to himself, until his arm goes numb and he nearly passes out trying not to disturb you.

♡ Kenma Kozume;

Setting: Playing video games together on the floor. You fall asleep mid-match, curled against his side.

Kenma doesn’t notice right away. He’s deep in focus, thumbs moving quickly, eyes locked on the screen. He’s saying something— asking if you want to switch controllers— when he glances over and sees your head slumped onto his arm.

Your eyes are closed. Your breath is slow. You’re out.

He stares.

“...Oh. I see.”

His first instinct is to pause the game, not because he’s freaking out (he is), but because suddenly nothing else feels important. Your head is warm where it touches him. You trust him— him— enough to fall asleep like this.

He adjusts his posture so you’re more comfortable. Then he sits quietly, letting your hand rest against his thigh. The room is so quiet he can hear his own heartbeat, and maybe, just maybe, he leans his head slightly toward yours.

No one’s ever made him feel this calm and this nervous at the same time.

♡ Kuroo Tetsurou;

Setting: Library study session. You doze off at the table and slump onto his shoulder.

Kuroo’s mid-sentence, whispering something about mitochondria being the powerhouse of the cell, when your head tilts and lands on him with a soft, sleepy thud.

He pauses.

Glances down.

Sees your face—peaceful, cheek squished against his shoulder, lips parted slightly.

And melts.

Internally, he’s a puddle. Externally, he smirks.

“Well... didn’t know I was that boring, but I’ll take it,” he murmurs.

He adjusts his arm so you don’t strain your neck. There’s a tenderness in his eyes that few get to see.

You’re asleep—on him. Which means he can look at you as long as he wants.

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, fingers gentle. “You really shouldn’t fall asleep next to guys who like you this much,” he whispers, voice almost reverent.

He doesn’t move until you wake up— and when you do, he just grins and says, “Enjoy your nap? You drooled a little. It was adorable.”

♡ Bokuto Koutarou;

Setting: Sitting beside him in the gym bleachers. You drift off against his arm.

You’ve been watching him run drills, tired from the long day, head bobbing slightly with each blink. Eventually, without meaning to, you lean against him and fall fast asleep.

Bokuto stops stretching mid-arm raise when he notices. He blinks down at you. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe.

Then:

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god— Y/N fell asleep on me???”

He’s elated. He’s blessed. He feels like someone handed him the moon and said “hold this.”

His voice drops to a whisper when he talks to the others. “Guys. Guys. Look. Look at them.” He’s grinning so big it hurts.

But he doesn’t move. He doesn’t yell. He just lets you sleep, heart bursting in his chest, cheeks pink with happiness.

He gently— so gently— lowers his arm around your back so you don’t slide off.

“You can sleep on me anytime,” he whispers, his usual exuberance softened by something tender.

♡ Oikawa Tooru

Setting: His living room couch, post-practice hangout. You fall asleep against his shoulder.

He’s used to being the one who steals hearts, not the one whose heart skips like this.

One second you’re scrolling through your phone, head bobbing with exhaustion. The next, your body leans into him and you’re out— warm, soft, trusting.

Oikawa glances down, mouth parted, stunned.

And then the most absurd thing happens: he blushes.

He actually blushes.

“Oh...” he whispers. “You’re so cute like this.”

He adjusts his position with slow, almost reverent movements. If someone saw him now, they wouldn’t recognize the dramatic Oikawa they know. There’s something quiet in his expression now—affection, wonder.

He doesn’t take a single selfie. He just... looks at you.

This is what he wants, he realizes. Not the attention. Not the compliments.

This: someone safe beside him. Trusting enough to sleep against him.

He reaches for the blanket with one hand, careful not to wake you, and tucks you in.

“You really did me in, didn’t you?” he whispers, more to himself than you.

Aaaah! First post done!

Thank you so much for reading! Part 2 coming soon, my requests are open!! Love you all!

[yujisdreamgirl]

“i don’t get it.”

kuroo looks up from across you, putting his pen to the side to look at your paper. “hm?”

you furrow your eyebrows and huff, “how the hell do you balance this damn equation?”

“let me see?” kuroo makes his way to the seat beside you, leaning in closer to look at the question you’re stuck on. “this is like.. the basics.”

you groan at his remark, laying your head flat on the table. you tell him off for making you feel dumb and encouraged him to teach you instead. little does he know, you only wanted to get closer to him;3

kuroo sighs, leaning over on the table to write the equation out and break it down for you in simpler steps. he starts explaining and you act focused, but all you could concentrate on were his biceps laying right in front of you. it doesn’t help that he’s wearing a compression shirt too😵‍💫

you let out small mhm’s and nods, letting him know that you’re listening. or in this case, pretending you are.

of course, kuroo’s not dumb—he’s a damn nerd for god’s sake.

“and H in the periodic table stands for oxygen, isn’t that right?” he holds a chuckle back in once you agree with his statement, side-eyeing you side-eyeing his biceps him.

he puts the pen down, crossing his arms and turning to face you, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“what?”

“if you wanna touch my biceps you could’ve just asked.” you let out a small hiccup and looked away immediately.

“the fuck? I wasn’t looking at that.”

“yeah? were you looking at my abs then? my, y/n, how scandalous!” he laughs. you immediately shush him once you noticed everyone in the library was staring at you and even the librarian gave you warning stares.

you glare at him, cheeks burning, and swat his arm—not the bicep, though you’re painfully aware of how solid it is. “you’re the worst,” you whisper harshly, eyes darting back to the textbook in a desperate attempt to seem unbothered.

kuroo leans in, lowering his voice so only you can hear. “you’re blushing. don’t think i didn’t notice.”

you roll your eyes, flipping a page a little too aggressively. “i’m red because of secondhand embarrassment. everyone’s staring because you’re loud and obnoxious.”

he hums, clearly unconvinced. “mhmm. sure. not because i caught you eyeing me like a protein bar after leg day?”

you choke on air. he beams.

“you’re not even studying,” you mumble, trying to redirect the conversation. “what was that about hydrogen being oxygen?”

“i was testing you,” he says with full confidence. “making sure you’re paying attention. you passed, by the way. i’ll allow you to celebrate by finally admitting you’re totally into me.”

you meet his smug gaze and raise a brow. “i’ll celebrate by shoving my foot down your throat. how ‘bout that?”

“feisty.” his grin widens, “just my type.”

you shove your notebook between you two like a shield, muttering something about regretting every life choice that led you here—but your smile gives your true feelings away.

and kuroo knows it.

͙͘͡★ dividers by @enchanthings & @hyuneskkami 🏐

[seumyo]

Kuroo had imagined that if he ever had a meet-cute with his future girlfriend, it would be something out of a rom-com.

Maybe she’d bump into him in the hallway and drop her books, and their hands would brush as they both reached down. Maybe they’d get locked in the school’s storage closet and have no choice but to talk, discovering they had an undeniable connection. Maybe he’d do something particularly cool in front of her—like nail an impossible volleyball save—and she’d be so impressed that she’d fall for him on the spot.

You know, a great story to tell his future kids later on.

What he did not imagine was this.

He had barely settled into his seat in chemistry lab class when the teacher rattled off instructions about the elements they’d be working with today. Kuroo, who had only half-listened, glanced at the laminated periodic table on their lab station. There were a lot of elements, and he was already regretting not paying closer attention. With a sigh, he turned to the girl beside him.

“Hey, can you check which elements we’re supposed to—”

He paused.

For one, you looked a little startled, like you hadn’t expected him to speak to you so soon. Your lips parted slightly, and your fingers thrummed against the edge of the table, but you didn’t immediately respond. Kuroo furrowed his brows.

Maybe you didn’t hear him?

Before he could repeat himself, you blinked a few times and slowly turned to the periodic table. Your expression shifted into something that could only be described as deep concentration, like you were trying to decipher some ancient text rather than a chart of chemical elements.

Seconds passed.

Then a full minute.

Kuroo’s eyebrows inched up.

Still, no answer.

“Give me a second.”

Ah, there it was.

He could see your eyes darting over the periodic table, and every few moments, you squinted slightly, as if you were trying to bring the tiny printed words into focus. Another thirty seconds passed. He tilted his head, watching as you leaned forward a little, your eyes locked on the chart like your life depended on it.

You would probably set it on fire at this point from how intense you were looking.

“…You good?” he finally asked, unable to stop the curious edge in his voice.

You straightened up so fast it was like you had been caught doing something embarrassing. Which, judging by the way you suddenly looked anywhere but at him, you probably had.

“I, um—” You hesitated, biting your lip. Then, after what seemed to be an internal debate, you let out a small sigh. “I actually, uh, forgot my glasses at home.”

Oh.

Oh.

Kuroo blinked, his amusement only growing. That explained a lot.

“That bad, huh?” he asked, resting his elbow on the table and propping his chin on his hand.

“Not terrible,” you muttered, though the way you still weren’t looking at him suggested otherwise. “I can still see—just not, you know, well.”

That made him chuckle.

“Well, that’s going to be a little problem, isn’t it?”

You let out a small, almost defeated laugh. “Probably.”

Kuroo grinned and turned his attention back to the chart, skimming for the elements the teacher had mentioned. “Alright, let’s see… We’ve got—” He rattled off a few element names and their symbols, glancing at you to make sure you were following along.

Then, as if remembering you had an actual task to contribute to, you quickly dropped your gaze back on the textbook for reference. “You don’t have to—”

“Nah, it’s fine,” he interrupted smoothly. “What were the elements again? Aluminum, zinc, and—what was the last one?”

Still looking a little overwhelmed by the sheer speed at which this whole interaction was happening, you answered, “Um. Magnesium.”

“Magnesium, got it.” Kuroo tapped the page, making sure you could at least see where he was pointing. “Here, let’s work on this together. I’ll read it out, and you can double-check if I’m not mistaken.”

You let out a small, barely-there laugh—so quiet that if Kuroo hadn’t been paying attention, he would’ve missed it. But he was paying attention.

He had been ever since you sat next to him, really. He realized that he paid attention to you more than the teacher himself.

Kuroo read the information to you, sometimes exaggerating just for fun—“And this here, my dear lab partner, is the majestic zinc, element number 30, the unsung hero of batteries everywhere”—which earned him an amused shake of your head. You weren’t exactly talkative, per se, but he caught glimpses of amusement in the way you entertained his nonsense.

This must be the manifestation of that one tweet he posted, “My future wife is probably fake laughing at her boyfriend’s lame jokes rn. Be patient, Queen; a true clown is on the way.”

Now that you weren’t caught off guard, you nodded along, quickly jotting things down in your notes. It was then that Kuroo realized something else.

You hadn’t even introduced yourselves.

“You know,” he said, smiling a little, “I think we skipped a step.”

You paused, looking at him curiously, then back at your worksheet. “What?”

“The whole name thing.” He tapped his pen against the worksheet. “I asked you to do something before I even said hi. That’s pretty rude, huh?”

For the first time since he spoke to you, you actually met his gaze. And then, to his surprise, you cracked a small smile.

“A little, yeah.”

Kuroo chuckled. “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou.”

You tilted your head slightly, and then, like you were amused at how backwards this whole conversation had gone, you finally replied, “[Last Name] [Name].”

“Nice to meet you,” he said. “And don’t worry—I’ll be your eyes for today. And for as long as you’d like.”

“Are you this flirty with every person you meet?”

“Only the ones that know their way around a calculator despite not even looking at it directly.”

You rolled your eyes at that, but he could see how his jokes were getting to you. By the time the teacher walked around to check your progress, Kuroo had already decided that this was way better than any cliché shoujo manga meet-cute.

Because really, what could be more romantic than offering to be someone’s eyes for the day—and maybe even for forever?

BONUS:

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[clawsdevour]

*،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.

masterlist here

[bonniepop]

the second kuroo bursts into the kitchen with your son of fourteen months in his arms, you know you’ve won.

"you cheated!" he accuses with a pointed finger, cradling your baby in his other arm.

your smile threatens to spread across your face as you place the last of your katsu in your airfryer, but you manage to school your impression into something blank. "i don’t know what you’re talking about."

“cheater!” he cries, following you to the sink as you wash your hands and place your cutlery away. your baby gurgles as he does.

“still no clue,” you say, playing dumb as you shake your hands and walk into the living room.

"you know what you did!" kuroo trails you all this while, and you can imagine all 189 cm of him irately bobbing around your house.

you try not to laugh, and wrangle your expression into a blank stare as you sit down on your couch, looking up at him. "i do not."

"you taught him to say mama."

it's the look on his face: the squinting eyes, the exaggerated scowl, and the mussed up hair that makes him look ridiculous. you can’t help it—the corner of your mouth twitches.

"you’re smiling!" he explodes, shifting your son into his other arm. "i knew it!"

your son blinks at the noise, looking from his father to you, and he smiles. extending his arms, he reaches for you. “mama!”

“see?!” your husband wails, and you stand up briefly to take your son before sitting back down. “that’s against the rules!”

“what rules?” you say with a roll of your eyes, unable to help your smile any longer, allowing your son to play with your hair. "mama is a perfectly normal thing for a child to say."

"he couldn't even form a single syllable a week ago!" kuroo snaps, "you coached him!"

you giggle, partly because he was right, but also he looked cute stomping to the armchair and sitting down, crossing his arms and pouting. 

you suppress a laugh at his touchiness, but nudge your son. "baby, where’s papa?"

his eyes blink up at you, then he points at your husband. tetsuro glares at the chubby little hand of his traitorous son.

"go give papa a hug," you say, setting him down. he takes wide steps and bends back and forth on his hips before giving up and speed crawling to his father. 

despite kuroo’s pout, he bends over to pick up his son. 

"you can always try again with baby number two," you remind him.

"yeah, yeah," he grumbles, leaning back so your son can settle on his chest. "you’re lucky you're the love of my life and i can set aside my competitiveness for you."

you chuckle. "hey, baby," you call to your son, and the boy looks back at you, his hands on the collar of your husband’s shirt. you see the affection that opens up on tetsuro's face when he looks at his child, and it makes your heart twinge. "say papa."

your son doesn’t falter, offering you a smile. "mama!"

[makkir0ll]

"hmm, is it green apple?"

you giggle in his arms, shaking your head no and smile as he leans down to press another kiss on your lips.

the past fifteen minutes had been spent trapped under his arms while he kisses your plump, flavourful, lips. it started out when you put on some chapstick and he asks for some. you knew that this was his way of getting a kiss, but when his lips press against yours the flavor is different than your normal vanilla, its fruitier. "what flavor is that?" he asks, pulling you closer to him to plant another kiss on your lips, "berry?"

"no" you say smiling as you await his actions. hoping that he does exactly what you expect him too.

and he falls into your trap. the next fifteen minutes are spent with his lips on yours as he guesses what flavor it could be. strawberry? mango? pineapple?

all no.

at this point all he could taste was his own spit on your lips. completely kissed away all the chapstick that coated your lips. he breaks the last kiss with a whine.

"y/n put some more on, i can't taste it anymore." he loosens his grip on your body as you shift underneath him to find the chapstick in your pocket.

"close your eyes, i dont want you to see the label." you tell him and he obliges, squeezing his eyes shut in a childish manner as you apply the chapstick on your lips.

once you're done you toss the tube away, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down, he's smiling. his lips press against yours yet again but this time it's different. the kiss is deeper, he cups your face and his toungue swipes on your lips and you open your mouth slightly to let the wet muscle enter. it takes your breath away and you start to feel dizzy from his touch and all the sensations happening around you. he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connected the two of you. your eyes are still closed, processing what happened when you hear him say,

"it's berry isnt it?"

you nod your head no, hoping he will kiss you like that again, and he does. but little do you know that he caught a glimpse of the berry graphic on the label when you pulled out the chapstick from your pocket.

HINATA SHOYO. (probably doesn't notice the label though tbh). BOKUTO, hanamaki, oikawa fucking tooru, sugawara (he knew from the start it was berry but goes along with the act to amuse you), akaashi (same as sugawara). NISHINOYA. (same as shoyo, genuinely continues to guess), ATSUMU. KITA FUCKING SHINSUKE (he knew from the first kiss, but realized that this made you happy). KUROO. SUNAAAAA.

[dearru]

up tonight thinking abt how kuroo is the best, most devoted bf ever. you never have to lift a finger when that man’s around…omg… | mlist

Boyfriend!Kuroo would rather die than let you pump your own gas. Since he’s always the one driving you around, it’s usually a non-issue, but on the rare occasions when your tank runs low, his eyes brighten almost as much as the “fuel low” signal on your dash does.

Before you can even say a word, he’s reaching for his credit card and heading straight to the gas station to fill your tank up with the premium shit!

“I can fill it up for myself, y’know.” You huff, lips puffed up into a pout as you watch him slide his card into the machine, all from the comfort of the cushiony seat of your car. As much as you appreciate the sweet gesture, you can’t help but feel slightly guilty at how much money and effort he blows on you.

“I’m aware” He hums, removing the gas cap from your vehicle like it’s second nature, “But gas stations are full of germs. Don’t want you getting your pretty hands dirty.”

You snort. “You’re so corny, Tetsu.”

He pokes his head through the window, revealing the widespread grin that’s taken over his boyish face, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You laugh, leaning over to place a quick peck on his cheek before he can gloat further. “But I love you anyway.”

He melts at the feeling of your lips pressed against him. In his mind, kisses from you are worth far more than however much a full tank costs.

“I love you more.”

—a/n: pumped gas tonight and thought of this

[lowkeyremi]

Inspired by this person’s little sister 🥺 she’s so cute.

“Wa-ah-ah-ah-ah!” You hear coming from the bathroom where Kuroo is currently bathing your three year old daughter.

Kuroo snorts at the imitation of his laugh; you can’t help but giggle quietly from where you’re sitting on the bed reading a book.

“Wa-ah-ah-ah-ah! Dada says ‘Wa-ah-ah-ah-ah!’” Bath water splashes ensue shortly after that.

“Oh, you think you’re funny, huh? Imitating my laugh?” You knew what was coming next. Your daughter is really sassy (you blame Kuroo for spoiling her). So, she’s quick to argue back with her father. She even takes these “arguments” seriously, though Kuroo is only teasing her.

“Yeah! Dada got a funky laugh.” Her own cute little laugh meets your ears and you can’t help but smile.

“Funky? Do you mean funny?” He asks in confusion. She couldn’t mean ‘funky’ right? Where would she even learn that or the meaning of that word?

“No! Not funny. Funky!” You bring your book up to your face to hide the laughter seeping from your lips. Oh boy, little does Kuroo know you taught your daughter that word one day after using it, and she wanted to know the meaning of it.

“And what does ‘funky’ even mean, hm?”

“Mama said it means something not normal.” She splashed around some more in the water.

“YOU THINK MY LAUGH ISN’T NORMAL?” You can’t even contain it anymore; laughter bursts from your chest.

“Dada, I think you need to go to the doctors.” Your daughter says in the most serious voice ever.

“For?” Kuroo unplugs the bath water and grabs her pink, Barbie towel.

“For your laugh! It’s funky.” Another round of laughter leaves your body. You can practically feel your husband roll his eyes.

It makes it so much funnier that she’s serious too.

“Baby girl, I promise my laugh is normal. Maybe a little weird, but not something to go to the doctors for.” He holds the towel out for her. She quickly snuggles into it, and proceeds to complain about the cold air nipping at her skin.

A few seconds later you see a little body run out of the bathroom.

“Mama, do you think Dada laughs weird?” Your three year old struggles her way up your bed.

“Hmmm, not really, not anymore at least. I think it’s special. Unique to Dada.” Kuroo smiles, he’s leaned up against the doorframe of the bathroom.

“Wa-ah-ah-ah-ah!” She says with a little giggle and kick of her feet.

You give her a little kiss on the forehead. “Go get your pajamas, baby. Do you need help putting them on?”

“No! I’m a big girl!” Your little girl slips away from your bed, her tiny little feet padding against the hardwood floor.

As soon as she’s out of sight, Kuroo walks up to you, “My laugh does not sound like ‘wa-ah-ah-ah-ah.’” A lopsided grin covering his face.

“Eh, it kinda does. You can’t tell me it’s not cute how she imitates your laugh.”

He sighs quietly, “So darn cute, I can’t stand her.”

[quirrrky]

I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU, AND ALL THESE LITTLE THINGS •✦ haikyuu

KUROO, KENMA, IWAIZUMI, OIKAWA, AKAASHI, KITA, ATSUMU, OSAMU and the little things that matter the greatest when you're with them

≡ NOTE ⋮ single as a pringle but I want my future relationship to be like this ૮꒰っ˕‹̥̥̥ ꒱ these boys make me fall in love hard

KUROO TETSUROU

It's the way he always stays beside you even though you're both doing different things. He'll rest his head against your arm as you type on your laptop/computer and he was on his phone, browsing for some random meme or nerd stuff. From time to time, Tetsu will show you some funny posts he'll come across just so you can laugh at it together. When he feels the urge, he'll plant a random kiss on your shoulder; and if he still can't get enough, he'll steal a kiss on your lips and who knows it might turn into something more. There are times when he's feeling extra so cuddly and will rub his cheek against your arm like he's your cat in human form, then he'll feel drowsy and fall asleep.

It can go the other way around too when you're caged in his arms with your attention on your phone and his on the TV. He'll nuzzle his nose on top of your head and you'll squeeze tight against his chest, just shrouded with his warmth and scent.

He doesn't have the perfect family growing up. He's awakened to the the impermanence of things a little too early that's why just by having you beside him is more than enough. Just the simplicity of basking in each other's presence—cherishing all the time you get to spend with each other no matter how mundane.

KENMA KOZUME

It's when he treasures every memory with you no matter how small. Kenma will sneakily take pictures of you whenever you're just simply eating fries, you're busy doing work, or crying over a tearjerking scene in a movie. That one time you looked so beautiful as you attend a party with him, the one when you are slightly snoring in your sleep and even when you have your mouth full as you munch on your favorite food, he has an album of all those. He has even created a private Instagram account with photos and videos of you alone and of the two of you as a couple.

Sometimes you will catch him smiling while tinkering on his phone and you just think he's playing a game, but little did you know that he is editing a video of you and the both of you.

He has been content being all by himself yet when you've come along, his world begins to be more colorful. It's like he's playing Pokemon but the one he's catching will always be you and your cute reactions, keeping every bits and pieces of your presence in his life as the greatest gameplay he doesn't want to be over.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

It's how he wakes you up each morning. Hajime is always the early riser. Set aside the times when he'll surprise you with a breakfast in bed or the instances when you're running late, he'll nag at you so you can get your lazy ass up from bed.

What you treasure the most is whenever you find your head resting against his chest as he fidgets with the strands of your hair. The beating of his heart against your ear is like a sweet welcome in the morning.

Also, the times when you'll wake up to him watching you sleep. His gaze is full of adoration and filled with emotions unspoken. The way his eyes will crinkle in his smile as he say, "Good morning." You feel so lucky to wake up beside this man. Just seeing him you look at you like that makes you grateful of each waking day, getting another chance to spend it with him. You want to freeze the moment, wishing for it not to end anytime soon. Just you and him before the world.

OIKAWA TOORU

It's the pillowtalk you have before going to sleep. How you reminisce the first time you meet each other and how far you've come together. The sparkle in his eyes as he recall how much more beautiful you have become and stronger you have been, growing into the wondeful person you are today. His eyes convey so much fondness and love that they beam even at the dimness of your room. There's also something so special with the way he caresses the side of your facewith the backnof his hand as if he's trying to bury each dip and line of your feature.

You'll dissect your emotions together, the good and the bad. You'll both cry at the sad moments, embrace each other through the hurt and laugh at the silliest and most embarassing memories.

Tooru has always been seeking for external validation, seeing achievement as the metric for his success yet with you it's just so simple. You're all he needs to be fulfilled. With you, it's just so easy. and sharing every moment with you, every loss, every victory, is something he will never ever trade for anything else. For, despite everything, he has finally found the safe space he can come home to at the ebd of each day.

AKAASHI KEIJI

It's when he doesn't want to let go of your hand. Keiji has always been a gentleman, but he won't let anyone break your handhold whenever you stroll outside. He'll always have your hand in his never breaking away. His hold is tight and gentle, expressing how protective he is of you. His thumb usually carresses the back of your knuckles so sweetly and he'll occasionally whisper a kiss like you're his treasured princess. When it's cold, he'll slip your linked fingers inside his coat. Sometimes, he'll gently breathe out against your hand if he notices you freezing. Whenever your handhold will break, he immediately seeks out for you. He'll stop walking just so you can come back in his grasp again.

He has gained a habit of playing with your dainty fingers idly too. Sometimes, it can catch people's attention just by the sheer intimacy of it yet he isn't aware.

Even when you're alone and at home, he still reaches out for your hand. He has you in a tender hold as you watch your favorite show or eat dinner. There are times you'll wake up with your fingers interlocked with each other and it gives you so much comfort. Comfort in knowing you have someone to hold on to for the rest of your life and you know you'll never ever let him go too.

KITA SHINSUKE

It's the way he cares for you like no one else does. Shinsuke will always see that you have eaten enough and at the right time. You can't skip a meal when he's around. If you're busy and can't take a meal right away, he'll bring the food to you. Makes sure that you drink plenty of water and you sleep on time. He snatches your phone away when you take too much time with it even during late at night. When he's farming and you're at work, he takes time to call you during lunch, making sure that you are looking after yourself as much as he's looking after you.

He always checks the temperature outside and prepares the right outerwear for you so you won't catch a cold. Even if you have layers and layers of clothing over you, he'll still pull you close with an arm around your shoulder to keep you warm.

When it's raining, his priority is to get you under the umbrella. It doesn't matter if a part of himself is getting drenched as long as you are not.

He can be strict at times but he is easy to cave in and will allow you to eat your favorite junk food or sweet once you surprise him with a kiss.

Though he can be quite strict at times, he really wish you know how much you mean to him he doesn't want you to be harmed. Your hurt is his hurt and he just simply wants you to take care of yourself the way he cares so devotedly for you.

MIYA ATSUMU

It's because you're his perfect match. Tsumu often buys something in pair. People will see you wearing matching jackets, shirts and caps. You even have couple phone cases and wallpapers because of him. Whenever he has a new jersey, he'll give the extra to you so you can sometimes wear it together. He just loves seeing his clothes on you. You look so good in them that

Whenever he buys something in the grocery, he'll also buy one for you. If there's only ine pudding left, he'll share the other half of it with you. Always with you. He always has you in his mind and thinks of you as he thinks of himself.

Sometimes, he'll sacrifice what he has just so you can have it. He won't let you know about this, of course, but he wants you to feel that you have him as a partner, that he'll be with you in every step of the way and that he sees you as an extension of himself.

MIYA OSAMU

It's because he lets you mess up. Though it's obvious with the way he sweats and brows furrow, how he's so nervous with what the outcome could be, Samu will still let you take over his kitchen.

Normally, he doesn't allow any foreign hands on any of his kitchenware, but you are the only exception.

He'll let you use his non-stick skillet pan though he just bought it. He knows it won't come unscathed after your use but he still lends it to you and you know it so well. Instead of getting angry at you, he just laughs at your mistakes, carressing the top of your head and giving you a sweet kiss. He's aware that you're trying your best to impress him even if he is constantly reminding you that he doesn't mind making breakfast, lunch and dinner for you for the rest of your life.

Most importantly, you can mess up his brand new skillet or even his whole kitchen. He can always get another one again but he cannot get another one of you.

@pixelcafe-network

[swtnjk]

bf kuroo things part 2

[cottonlemonade]

All evening your boyfriend had been suspicious, and your side eye became increasingly squintier any time he opened his mouth to say something and then stopped before anything came out. He quietly had done the dishes and then came up behind you to nuzzle your neck and give your soft chubby tummy more loving squeezes than usual. Now you were prepping your lunchbox for the following day, while he sat at the counter and took the incredibly daunting task of eating the scraps upon himself. He held a stray carrot stick in one hand and his phone in the other when he finally broke his silence, “Here is an interesting article, babe.”

“Uh huh?”

“Did you know that it’s actually healthier for your coochie to sleep with no panties?”

“Is that so?”

“Yup, says it right here. It’s scientifically proven.” At those last words, he sat up a little straighter for more impact.

“Uh huh.”, you said again, lips pursing in doubt, “And where pray tell, did you read that?”

He quickly put his phone down, “Irrelevant. - Aaanyway, I think for the sake of your health and science and honestly also the crumbling economy, we should do that.”

“We?”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s for your health, baby, and whatever you go through, I wanna be right by your side to support you. There is no “I” in team, you know.”

Barely suppressing your laughter now at his thinly veiled agenda, you replied jokingly, “But I’d feel so vulnerable.”

No more needed to be said. Your boyfriend leaned back in the chair with a self-satisfied smile and assured you, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect ya.”

“Pretty sure, you’re what I need to be protected from.”, you muttered under your breath.

He either didn’t hear it or, quite frankly, chose to ignore it, because he went on, “And I’d say in the name of science and also fashion, really, we should just leave off any tops, shirts or anything like that, too. Can’t be good for you, either. - Actually, let’s just ban all clothing altogether when we’re home. For health. And-and science.”

“Having guests over will be a nightmare.”, you noted.

He immediately swerved, “Oh, and we have to become hermits, as well, I should have mentioned that.”

characters: Atsumu, Tendou, Kuroo, Nishinoya, Hinata, Futakuchi, Hoshiumi, Oikawa, Konoha, Yaku, Komori, Yamamoto, Sugawara, your fave

a/n: inspired by a conversation with @haikyu-mp4

[tetsvya]

blanket hog, kuroo tetsuro

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  kuroo tetsuro is a blanket hog, plain and simple.

➼ pairing! timeskip!kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader

➼ warnings! none, this is pure fluff

➼ word count! 1.1k

➼ author’s note! erhm, hello! found this half-written piece i wrote last summer and finished it up. enjoy :p

"Tetsu," You hum out softly, pointer finger jabbing into the meat of said man's arm for the umpteenth time. As expected, Kuroo doesn't so much as move a muscle. Huffing quietly, you lean back onto your calves, knees digging further into your side of the mattress that you share with the insufferable man who currently lies with his back towards you. Eyes moving past him to get a glance at the alarm clock on his bedside table, you realize that after having completed your night routine and spending a good ten minutes attempting to wake up your boyfriend, a new day has begun, and god, are you tired. So despite knowing it's most likely futile, you give one last call of your boyfriend's name. He remains asleep, or what you personally believe to be a pretense of sleep. And normally, you'd simply leave him to his own devices. But there was one issue.

He's hogging the entire comforter. And the room is freezing.

But you also know what he's doing. Kuroo has always been a provocative man, living for the thrill of riling up others - dishing out teasing remarks and displaying mischievous behavior. And you have a suspicious inkling that this is most likely your "payback" for not coming to bed earlier with him when he had asked you to, instead opting to tell him you'd join him later. He had insisted on you coming with him, but all you could do was offer him a chaste kiss on the cheek before bidding him a good night. And so he went, sulking all the way. However, you really couldn't be blamed. You had been sent home with a ridiculous amount of paperwork, and since it was your Friday, you had wanted to knock it all out tonight so that you didn't have to fret about it on your days off from work.

Still, in Kuroo's deluded mind, it was probably considered an unforgivable betrayal.

Thus, this was him "getting back" at you. But unfortunately for your boyfriend, you are anything but compliant. So instead of playing into his antics, you kick your legs out from under you, so that you're no longer sitting on your knees, before settling back into your spot of the bed, albeit a bit further from Tetsurou than normal. And instead of trying to tug the blanket out of his hold, you merely curl up into a ball, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them in an exaggerated attempt at conserving your body heat.

Because you know your boyfriend. And you've been with him long enough to know that he can never keep up with his antics for too long, especially not at the expense of you. The sight of you, cold and curled up in the bed, would surely be one to tug on his heartstrings. The thought alone makes a smile curl onto your face, and it widens even more so when you feel just the slightest shift of movement coming from the other side of the bed.

You knew that little shit wasn't sleeping.

Still, you refuse to acknowledge him. Instead, you remain curled into yourself, deciding it's your turn to feign sleep. Eyes fluttering shut, you school your features into a passive one. Moments pass in silence, and in all honesty, as each one ticks by, you find that you could probably slip into true slumber at any second, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to you and settling deep into your bones. Blanket and Kuroo be damned.

Just before your body fully gives way to its fatigue, arms are suddenly slithering around your waist and gently pulling you back, until your back is pulled flush against Kuroo's chest. A wave of warmth rushes over you when you feel the plush material of the comforter you share with your boyfriend being draped over your body, along with the combined warmth of his body heat. As a result, your limbs slowly retract from your body, legs and arms straightening out as you practically melt into the warmth that's now engulfing you. You nearly miss the quiet huff of air that comes from behind you as your body grows more lax. But your ears pick up on it, and the smile that has been playing at your lips since you first felt Kuroo's touch on your skin grows tenfold. 

He couldn't even last two minutes.

"You're so mean," Tetsurou's sleep-ridden voice vibrates against the shell of your ear, soft lips brushing against the skin there with each word being spoken. You won't admit it but the soft touches have you melting back against his chest.

"Says the one who was going to just leave me out in the cold."

A huff slips past Kuroo's lips, but still, his arms tighten around your waist.

"You deserved it," Came Kuroo's childish retort and you can practically hear the pout on his lips as he speaks.

An incredulous laugh slips past your lips, and you twist in his hold so that you can meet your boyfriend's gaze. He's pulled you so close to him that your nose nearly bumps against his when you resettle, and just like you predicted, his lips are turned down into a small pout.

"And why exactly do I deserve it, pray tell?"

"You wouldn't come to bed with me." His pout deepens, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop the laughter that is bubbling in your throat and threatens to slip past them.

"Aw, my poor baby." You coo instead, fingers reaching out to give his cheek a pinching little tug. He's quick to swat your hand away but he doesn't let you pull away, instead threading his fingers through yours and letting your conjoined hands fall against his chest. The action has your teasing tone slipping away, and a more sincere gaze replacing your prior mischievous one as you peer up at your boyfriend. It's not hard to notice the small bags he has forming under his eyes, faint hues of blue and purple beneath them acting as a testament to his own demanding workload and exhaustion. Frowning slightly, you reach out with your free hand to push some of the hair off his forehead, touch featherlight and gentle as you take him in, "Well, I'm here now."

"Yeah, well, it's too late." Kuroo huffs out, as if he's not currently entangling his legs with yours and tugging you even closer to his body, free hand guiding your head to rest in the crook of his neck.

"Oh, yeah." You roll your eyes in response, but there's a content smile playing at your lips as you feel the soft kiss he presses to your forehead, "Definitely too late."

[tsukimirecs]

nekoma // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works + the synopsis for each fic belongs to the author who wrote the fic

kuroo tetsuro

taste test - kaientai

synopsis: when you taste the same thing as your soulmate, things get interesting

red all over - meldve

synopsis: you are trapped in an elevator with your work rival, kuroo. what else could go wrong?

your name - tsukisemi

synopsis: kuroo finds you really cute, too bad you keep giving him a fake name every time you come into the coffee shop he works at

public transit - orphan_account

synopsis: your heart pounded, knowing you were being touched, and he was watching you.

but when he loves me - sweetcandyliar

synopsis: there are so many ways that kuroo tells you he loves you.

somewhere only we know - wanderwithme (wanderlustt)

synopsis: four times kuroo proposes to you - and the last time he does

meeting the boys - orphan_account

synopsis: in which no one really believes kuroo could get a girlfriend as incredible as you

落葉 | rakuyou - deltachye

synopsis: maple leaves are most beautiful in which they have died, falling slowly, waiting patiently to be reborn

riverbank - itsleese

synopsis: you're reminded of the little boy you loved way back then, the riverbank you played at together. maybe you should go see it?

caring cats - haikyuu_philia

synopsis: nekoma is family

disrupted meetings - sansos

synopsis: dr. tetsurou kuroo’s research group has transitioned to hosting meetings online. what could go wrong?

cat ears - just__j

synopsis: kuroo approaches you, captain of the girls club, with a proposition of a bet for the losing captain

kozume kenma

change the channel - alkale

synopsis: "i want to buy your game from you"

kodzuken does not have a girlfriend - bunnytime

synopsis: it has been a running joke that kodzuken lies about having a girlfriend for years now. needless to say, his fanbase is convinced he doesn’t really have a girlfriend

second place - yourqueenhasarrived

synopsis: kenma forgets your anniversary and once again pushes you aside for his gaming career. how much can you take?

an inconvenient crush - the_only_iris

synopsis: kenma has had the biggest crush on twitch streamer, (y/n). what happens when their paths cross?

learning process - nomazee

synopsis: you and kenma always had an interesting dynamic. kuroo found it nice for everyone involved

thank you for being a friend! - heichoe

synopsis: ”if it helps: when you gave kuroo head in high school, he said it was great"

yaku morisuke

who dares speak aloud these words (intended for the heart to speak) - sunmoonstarsrain

synopsis: yaku bursts into her life like a hurricane, even whilst akaashi lingers on like the memory of a summer breeze

artists eyes - teapots_and_teacups

synopsis: yaku was used to being ignored on the court

if only i were selfish - this noodle writes

synopsis: yaku was anything but a selfish man, but being selfless had cost him you once before. so, when he gets the chance to see you again, will he finally be selfish enough to try?

note: as you can tell, i'm trying a different recommendations style- what do you think? do you think i should switch back to the first one or is this one better? would love to know your thoughts