#so i thought why not write about Kuroo nearly killing us with his lack of driving ability

[onigirintarou]

Congratulations on your milestone, Hazel! You absolutely deserve a 100 followers and it is always such a pleasure seeing you on my dash 💜💜💜

And I would love to join your event! Can you maybe do Kuroo + Hecate (she always seemed like such a cool, badass goddess)? Since Hecate is typically associated with the night, do you think you could maybe write a drabble where reader and Kuroo get into some fun late night shenanigans and they both realize their feelings for one another? Thank you!

Late Night Drives

WC: ~900 CW: nothing, this is straight up fluff, Kuroo can't drive

“Kuroo, you really have to loosen up a bit,” you can’t help but mention after looking over at the driver’s seat to find your friend with his arms straight out and his hands exactly at 9- and 3 o’clock positions on the steering wheel.

“What do you mean? I’m loose! I’ve never been looser!” his voice continues to rise in pitch. “See this?” he says as he takes his left hand off the wheel. “So loose!”

You raise a brow at his antics. He was clearly losing it, if he ever had it to begin with.

The car begins to swerve left and right as he struggles to maneuver with only one hand on the wheel.

You would be more scared, but this is the fifth late night driver’s ed session you’ve held for your friend. Near death experiences were pretty much old hat by now. Getting flashbacks of your life got old quickly after the second time Kuroo nearly caused both of you to crash into a median.

“Kuroo,” you say sternly. “Put both hands back on the wheel.”

“Aye aye cap’n,” he responds shakily as his left hand darts back to the wheel. His knuckles turn white as he holds the steering wheel in a death grip.

You sigh in your seat as the car’s path stabilizes.

He spares you a quick glance. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. I don’t know how I can help you any better.” Your hand absentmindedly makes its way to pat the top of his thigh and the next thing you know your whole body is jerking to the side as Kuroo makes an abrupt stop at the side of the road.

“What the-?!” but before you can finish the expletive, he cuts you off.

“You make me nervous, okay!” he exclaims as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

You nearly sputter. “What?”

He shuts his eyes and groans into his hands. “I cannot believe I just said that.”

“Neither can I,” you respond. “Am I that bad of a driving instructor?”

He groans again. “No, it’s not that at all! Kenma was right.”

You lean over to rub small circles onto his right shoulder. “Hey, I’m sure he was but right about what?”

He mumbles something under his breath.

“You’re going to have to speak up, pal,” you tell him.

He takes a deep breath. “I’ll tell you, but I need you to drive me home so that if you take what I’m about to say like how I think you’re going to take it, I can just turn tail and run up to my apartment.”

You hold his gaze and can see the uncharacteristic fear and nervousness behind his eyes. “Alright,” you unbuckle your own seatbelt and open the door.

Silence from Kuroo Tetsurou is not something you’re used to, but you’ve driven for about twenty minutes now and the only thing that’s been keeping you company has been the sound of the radio. You’ve always loved driving, especially without the hustle and bustle of the typical daytime Tokyo traffic. Driving calmed you down, but with the oppressive silence, you can’t help but find your thoughts scrambling. What was it that he wanted to wait to tell you?

“You make it seem like magic,” he finally comments as you pull into his apartment’s garage.

“Driving?” you ask and he nods. “Well, it wasn’t always like this, but the more you do it, the more confidence you get. I know you’ll get there eventually, and even if you decide driving isn’t for you, you know I’m always willing to drive you around.”

He chuckles wryly. “You might want to reconsider that after what I tell you.”

You grasp his hand in yours. “I promise you I won’t.”

He gives you a weak grin before entwining your pinky with his.

“I think I might have non-platonic feelings for you,” he finally blurts out.

You’re glad you’ve already parked because you’re sure that you would have crashed your car.

“Define non-platonic.” He gulps as your eyes search his.

He groans and covers his eyes. “I don’t know. I think I’ve felt this way for a while now,” he starts. “But I look at you and I just feel like I belong. I want to go on dates where we argue about who’s going to pay. I wanna go on drives where I can keep one hand on the wheel because the other is holding yours.”

You don't know how to respond, so you don't.

"And now I've just gone and made a mess of things haven't I?" he mumbles morosely.

Your hands move to gently pry his from his face. You gently tilt his head so that he’s left with no other choice but to face you.

“Do you want to kiss me too?” you can’t help but ask with a teasing grin.

“You’re the worst!” he exclaims. He tries to move his hands back to cover the blush on his face, but you keep them in yours. “I can’t believe I’m pouring my heart out to you, and you think it’s a good time to joke around!” he complains with a pout.

You give his hands a soft squeeze as you laugh at the adorable flush on his face. “I’ll tell you a secret too. It's only fair after all,” you say as you lean in.

“I’d like to kiss you,” you whisper.

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[sfw-haikyuu-nsfw]

kuroo, futakuchi, and oikawa finding out that their s/o leads a double life by night? maybe something supernatural, something like the shadowhunter series if ur familiar w it? i love ur writing!!!

LOL, I love this! And I vaguely know the Shadowhunters? Like, I’m sure I read City of Bones but never actually finished the series. But I totally get what you mean though - demon hunters, right? So, thank you for sending in this request and I hope that you enjoy what I got here for you!

Many things have popped up within Kuroo’s life that have completely caught him off guard - volleyball opponents, the first time Kenma willingly put down his PSP, and that time that he and Bokuto were able to fit nearly twenty marshmallows into their mouths - but this sight certainly took the cake. The beautifully curved blade ripped straight through the flesh of… something he had thought to have been human. But looking at it now, the way it shriveled and twisted in such an ungodly manner was far beyond anything that he knew to be human.

“What–” he didn’t finish the sentence when they turned to look at him, a depth to their gaze that he hadn’t known existed until that very moment. Then again, he didn’t know the creature before him existed until it had tried to eat his neck, so he supposed the night was full of surprises. “–the hell?”

They reached for him and he couldn’t help the natal reaction to flinch away despite everything he knew about them. There was suddenly a whole new person standing before him, someone he hadn’t known was a side to the person he had fallen in love with, and he didn’t know how he was supposed to be reacting right now. And from the way they lowered their hand and pressed the blade further behind themselves in an attempt to obscure it from his view, they understood where the hesitation came from.

“We gotta get out of here,” they urged gently, their hand twitching again to take him - it was the place it had been practically since they had walked into his life - but it stayed at their side, “I’ll explain everything, I promise.”

An explanation was everything he needed right at that moment, but he supposed later would suffice for now as his hand reached out to cling tightly to their own.

With Futakuchi’s mind running faster than the feet carrying him, he didn’t know what question he should ask first when they finally stopped. There were too many piling in his head - like what that thing was? When did they start using a sword? And why was all of this being revealed now? - that he didn’t even know what he wanted to know. 

As they continued down the road, a swelling of dread began to pile into his stomach. This, after all, was something huge that they had been hiding from him all this time and if it hadn’t been for his own life being at stake there was a chance it would have gone on that way. Did they not think that they could trust him with this kind of secret, as crazy as it was?

Planting both feet onto the ground, Futakuchi ground them both to a halt, his brows furrowing as he set his hard gaze on them. His brain reminded him of the weapon they held in the hand that wasn’t attached to his own, but he knew them. And even though there was this secret that had been wedged between them without his own knowledge, he knew they would never do anything to harm him.

“What is going on? What is that thing?” he found the questions spilling out of his lips, his hand rising to point at the sword in their grasp. And more came out without their interruption, their silence allowing him to release any and all shock that had traveled up into his veins.

They smiled, taking a small step closer and bringing back some of the person he had known before they killed some strange creature in a back alley. “I said I’d tell you everything, I promised.”

And everything is just what they told him. From the very beginning and without any lack of detail. They even allowed for Oikawa to jump in with his own questions before they continued on. It was a strange world that he had not known existed outside of his own. And to know that they were such a huge part of it was slightly terrifying. Not only did they belong to that world, they were putting themselves at risk with each demon they took on.

It made Oikawa’s stomach twist. He wanted them safe, wanted them by his side where he could protect them from everything that even came close to threatening them. But he was quickly learning that they didn’t need him to do that, even more so, it was turning out the opposite was true.

“But,” his voice shook a little as he stared down at the table that sat between them, his hands reaching to grasp theirs tightly, “you’re still mine, right? Still my [First Name]-chan?” He hadn’t realized how horrifying the question was to ask. His mind racing with every possibility of them leaving him behind in order to be in the other - a world that he wasn’t a part of.

They smiled, their fingers intertwining with his own as they stood and leaned to close the space between them. “Of course,” they answered just before their mouths met.

Things would change, there was no denying that. Oikawa knew things, was more observant, and was aware of the dangers that they were constantly exposed to. It terrified him daily and he slowly had to adjust to the new knowledge, but nothing was going to take them away from him. Not this other world or anything within it, not when he loved them like he did.

[worthlesspride]

Is there ever a point in the fic where kuroo is thinking over some facts in the case and struggles over whether or not to trust iwaizumi? Who does kuroo rant to? How does he reconcile his friendship with iwaizumi and his duty to be impartial in his job? I love your writing btw 💖

Thank you so much! ^^ And thanks for asking about Kuroo! He was a very complicated character. 

           Kuroo had been a police officer fora long time.

           He’d gotten hired on when he wasstraight out of school, young and fresh and ready to make a difference. It hadn’ttaken long for him to realize that maybe he’d been misinformed about what thejob was really about. There were only so many battered victims who refused help,drug addicts who were killing themselves, and unsolvable murder cases that anofficer could handle before getting a little jaded.

           The job had worn him down a little,but he’d stuck with it. He’d thought that if he could help someone – anyone – then it would be worth it.

           He supposed it was that attitudethat had gotten him promoted to captain at a shockingly young age.

           Now he was quickly approaching thirty,with a decade of experience under his belt, and he’d finally found the casethat might break him

           It wasn’t even the case itself thatwas so traumatizing. A few months before, he’d been on scene after scene ofyakuza-related murders, documenting blood patterns and photographing deadbodies.

           The thing about this drug case thatwas particularly exhausting was trying to deal with his fellow officers. Oneofficer, in particular.

           It was nearly eight p.m. and Kuroowas still at his desk, flipping through a file that was completely unrelated tothe drug case that should have demanded his focus. It was an employee file, onethat had been created nearly eight years before when the officer in questionhad been a new hire.

           Kuroo was looking for notes fromsuperiors, or reprimands that had been issued, or literally anything that wouldsuggest the officer had a history of insubordination.

           There was nothing. Iwaizumi Hajime,on paper, was a model officer.

           Kuroo had already known that. Evenso, the lack of explanation was frustrating.

           He’d chosen Iwaizumi to help him onthis case for a reason. Kuroo was always on the lookout for officers who hadpotential, officers who would make worthy additions to his investigations team.He’d been watching Iwaizumi for a while, and he’d thought that once they solvedthis case together, he would extend the offer for Iwaizumi to transfer.

           That wasn’t going according to plan.

           Kuroo flipped the file shut andslumped back in his chair with a sigh. He didn’t understand why Iwaizumi had tomake things so difficult. He’d been through the evidence over and over again,especially after Iwaizumi had voiced his concerns. All of the evidence said thesame thing. Semi Eita was the most likely suspect.

           That also meant that Oikawa Tooru,who had old ties to Semi, was also blatantly suspicious.

           Kuroo supposed that had been the realproblem.

           “Captain?” Yaku paused in the opendoorway, frowning at him with a touch of concern. “You heading home sometimetonight?”

           “Yeah, I’m leaving soon,” saidKuroo. It was a lie. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

           “Of course,” said Yaku. He steppedinto the office, casting a critical glance at the debris of files and paperworkcovering most available surfaces. “What is it?”

           “It’s about Iwaizumi,” said Kuroo.

           Yaku’s brows dipped lower. He lookedguarded. “What about him?”

           Kuroo frowned, puzzled by thereaction. “He’s being difficult. I thought he’d jump on the chance to work thiscase but every time we get a lead he shoots it down. We’re onto something with Semi’shistory, and the connection to Oikawa, but Iwaizumi just flipped his shit andsaid I’m wrong. What’s his deal?”

           “I don’t know.”

           Kuroo raised a brow, waiting.

           Yaku didn’t say anything else.

           “Okay,” said Kuroo slowly. “He wasfurious when I questioned Oikawa without telling him. I knew they were friends,which is why I did it, but… Do you think maybe they have, like, a thing?”            Yaku’s stare was flat. “Athing?”

           “Yeah, you know,” said Kuroo,gesturing vaguely. “A thing. A relationship sort of thing.”

           “I wouldn’t know, captain.”

           Kuroo sighed. Usually Yaku at leasttried to be helpful. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

           Yaku nodded and retreated. He lookedrelieved to be excused from the conversation.

           Kuroo thought maybe he knew somethingthat he didn’t want to talk about.

           He stood and stretched his arms overhis head, muscles screaming from hours of immobility.

           Kuroo liked talking through hisproblems with Yaku. The detective had been a member of investigations longerthan any of the others, Kuroo included. He was smart and perceptive and an extremelygood investigator.

           But if he wasn’t going to behelpful, Kuroo would take his problems elsewhere.

           Typically when the clock struckfive, Kenma was out of the office so fast that no one saw him leave. Tonight,though, he had a quick undercover job to do at a bar on the east side of thecity, so he was still there.

           Kenma was curled up in his chair,knees tucked against his chest, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled low over hisforehead. His eyes were on his computer screen, reflecting the bright light inthe otherwise dim office.

           Kuroo flicked on the overhead lightsand Kenma glared up at him.

           “What time are you leaving?” saidKuroo.

           Kenma checked the time. “Half anhour.”

           “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

           “You’re my boss,” said Kenma. “Iguess you can do what you want.”

           Kuroo snorted and sat in one of thechairs facing Kenma’s desk. Unlike Kuroo’s office, this one was organizedneatly, not a single sheet of paper out of place. “What do you think aboutIwaizumi?”

           Kenma heaved a heavy sigh and turnedaway from his computer. “He needs to sleep more. He has a lot of tension in hisshoulders. Last time I saw him, he was overdue for a haircut.”

           “Your powers of observation are veryvaluable for the job, but they’re also creepy as hell.”

           Kenma’s face didn’t change. “Thanks.”

           “Why’s he being so difficult aboutthis case?” said Kuroo. Specific questions were more useful. “You weren’taround, but he was pissed when I brought Oikawa in here. It was part of the investigation.There was a good reason for it. It’s like he’s taking it personally orsomething.”

           Kenma tipped his head to the side,pressing his cheek against a kneecap. “I don’t know about that,” he said, “butobviously you’re taking this personally, too. I doubt Iwaizumi is doinganything just to spite you.”

           “I know that,” said Kuroo, though itwas a slight relief to hear it. “I just don’t understand. He’s a great officer,he just got promoted, and I had high hopes for him, you know? I think there’ssomething going on with Oikawa that he’s not talking about. He didn’t getdefensive about Semi until Oikawa was brought up.”

           Kenma just listened, piercing goldeneyes taking in every shrug of Kuroo’s shoulders and twitch of his mouth.

           “Do you think maybe they’re… youknow. Together?” said Kuroo.

           Kenma’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Wouldit bother you if they were?”

           “Well, yeah.”

           Kenma’s eyes narrowed even more.

           “Not because of that,” said Kuroo,shaking his head. “Because Oikawa might be involved with this case. He’ssuspicious as hell. If Iwaizumi’s too involved with him then that sort of makeshim suspicious too. I don’t want to have to investigate one of my own officers.”

           “Do you really think Iwaizumi wouldbe involved in something like this?”

           “No, but I could be wrong.”

           “You could be,” agreed Kenma, “butyou’re usually not.” His eyes flicked back to his computer screen and thensettled on Kuroo again. “What are you going to do about it?”

           “I don’t know,” said Kuroo. Hesighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to confront him because Idon’t know if I’m right. I don’t want to take him off of the case either, butif he keeps this up I might have to. I’d really rather not. I’ve worked withIwaizumi for years. He’s a good guy, and a good friend, and I just wish he’dstop being do damn shady.”

           “Do you trust him?”

           “Yeah. Well, I did. I still do, toan extent, but the way he’s acting lately isn’t building up my confidence inhim.”

           “He hasn’t really done anythingwrong,” said Kenma. “He’s getting defensive about Oikawa, but that doesn’t meanhe can’t still do his job. If it becomes a problem you’ll have to deal with it,but I think it’s okay for now.”

           Kuroo nodded. His tense musclesunwound a little, loosened by relief. “Yeah, you’re right.”

           “I know.”

           “Maybe I’ll get you to go scope outShiratorizawa sometime soon,” said Kuroo. “You can keep an eye on Semi andOikawa, and maybe watch out for Iwaizumi, too. I know he goes there a lotlately. If he’s being sketchy you’ll know.”

           Kenma breathed a quiet sigh. “Iguess if I have to.”

           Kuroo grinned. “Thanks, Kenma.”

           He made a small noise of assent.

           “Be safe tonight, alright?” saidKuroo, standing and moving toward the door. “Call if you need anything.”

           “I’ll be fine. Goodnight, Kuro.”

           Kuroo paced the hallway back to hisoffice, his mind still on Iwaizumi.

           Kenma was right. Iwaizumi hadn’tdone anything that would damage the case. He certainly wouldn’t be allowed tohandle any of the case files related to Oikawa, but Kuroo could work aroundthat.

           As long as Iwaizumi didn’t doanything else suspicious, maybe everything would be fine.

           Kuroo hoped it would be fine. If itwasn’t, he would have to kick him off of the case; or worse.

           He didn’t want it to come down tothat. He wanted them to team up and solve this case together.

           Iwaizumi was a good friend, andKuroo hoped nothing would happen to change that.

 Thisis just sort of a snippet from earlier on in the fic. As time goes on, Kuroogets more and more uncomfortable as he realizes that Iwaizumi’s involvementwith Oikawa and Semi may be more serious than he thought. When he finds outthat Semi had met up with Iwaizumi at Oikawa’s apartment, he’s almostcompletely convinced that Iwaizumi is playing a part in the drug case and he’sdevastated. Yaku is the one who manages to talk him down from that, although hecan’t completely convinced Kuroo that Iwaizumi is wholly innocent. When theysearch Oikawa’s apartment and Kuroo suspends Iwaizumi, he’s still somewhatsuspicious, but he’s mostly decided that Iwaizumi probably isn’t guilty of thecase. Oikawa, however, has his full suspicions, and Kuroo thinks Oikawa is justusing Iwaizumi to keep himself safe.

Hestill wants to be Iwaizumi’s friend, but he’s really conflicted about it. He’safraid that if they remain on good terms, he’s more likely to trust Iwaizumiand potentially miss something about the case that Iwaizumi is hiding, whetherintentionally or not. Although Kuroo didn’t want to suspend him, and he wasextremely upset after he did it, it’s also sort of a relief because he nolonger has to worry about juggling Iwaizumi’s friendship and the need to beimpartial toward the case. But even after that when Iwaizumi continues to beinvolved, despite the suspension, things get a little more difficult for him.

I hopethis covered all of your questions! If I missed anything just yell back at me!