the question brings silence to your apartment, except for the light rain just outside your window, pattering against it as the wind howls quietly.
kuroo hums, glancing away from the t.v. to look over at you. you’re hugging your knees to your chest, sitting on the opposite inside of the couch as him but your facing him, leaning against the arm rest.
“i don’t know, why?”
you look away from his curious stare, clearing your throat.
you didn’t really mean to ask that out loud, it was just a question floating in your head.
“it’s just- i want to move one, i’m convinced i’ve moved on but … when it comes down to getting out there again, all i feel is … worry.” you frown by the end of your statement, feeling a bitter taste in your mouth.
your ex had broken you to the point of fear of ever loving again. and you loathe him for that.
you’d caught him cheating on you, funnily with the girlfriend of the man sitting on the couch beside you: kuroo tetsuro; it was a weird way of befriending someone, bonding over being cheated on with the other’s partners, but if you’re being honest, you think it’s a blessing inter-webbed in the horror of your breakups.
kuroo blinks slowly, absorbing your words before slowly nodding. “i felt that a while ago, yeah,” he admits quietly.
you blink at that. “you did? how did you get rid of it?”
kuroo sighs with a shrug, leaning his head back against the the top of the couch’s head cushion. “i ‘dunno. one day i just,” and then he turns to you, “stopped being afraid.”
you scoff at that, pouting at his vagueness. “you make it sound so easy and like a switch flipped.”
“because a switch did flip,” he deadpans, glaring at the fact you’re not taking him seriously. “don’t ask me how but it just did. it’s different for everybody. ”
“kuroo, you know you can’t just say ‘it just did’ with zero explanation,” you say, a little exasperated. “how does one be terrified to love and then … not?”
kuroo grimaces as if trying to find the right words to say. there’s something he wants to say, you know it. and you just might strangle the answer out of him if you half to.
“it’s a person usually,” he finally says, looking away from you. “you just meet someone and over time, just bam! you’re not afraid to love anymore because, that person made you comfortable again.”
“a person?” you repeat, your lips parting in awe.
kuroo had found someone?
you don’t recall him mentioning a new person in his life, so you’re a little surprised. and the sting in your gut lets you know, you’re a little envious.
envious of his ability to move on or envious of whoever that other person is, you don’t know. maybe both.
“mm,” he hums in confirmation. “yeah.”
“who is it? do i know them?” you’re quick to start interrogating, your curiosity getting the better of you.
kuroo chuckles, half in amusement and the other half humorlessly. “you’re nosy, y’know?”
you only nod, bright eyes shining from the reflection of the t.v. beaming against the side of your face.
at least you’re self aware, kuroo thinks with a light smile playing at his lips. from the minute he met you, mascara running down your cheeks as you banged on the front of his apartment door, he knew he was in for something interesting.
you knew kuroo vaguely, attending the same university as you and your ex boyfriend (they (and kuroo’s ex) shared the same major, thus making each other recurring faces in their lives). so, while you didn’t know kuroo on a personal level, you might’ve seen his face once or twice in passing while you went to visit your ex in class.
it was truly a scavenger hunt in finding where the taller man lived, having to go through other random strangers in the major you had no clue of, only to be the one to tell him that he was also being cheated on.
he remembers it like it was yesterday: it was also pouring that day, adding to your disheveled appearance (he never asked when you’d found out about the cheating scandal since you showed up at his door as if you did just minutes earlier). you’d greeted him casually, too lightly for your wobbly tone.
“hey, kuroo tetsuro right?”
and then the moment after, his heart is shattered, sharing the pain with you, some stranger he happened to go to school with.
the friendship grew from there, him urging your inside for some hot chocolate (most of it was for himself) and while he kept a strong facade about just being angry, you saw through him. you were his shoulder to cry on that night and he was yours.
silently, a bond formed between you both and the only witness was the rain and thunder just outside, rumbling through the trees and howling winds.
“it’s you, y’know?” kuroo’s heart tightens in his chest as he awaits your answer.
how else is he supposed to express that he’s not afraid of loving again because he’s already fallen in love with you? would you allow him that? allow him to love you?
“huh?” you raise your brows slightly, tilting your head to the side. had kuroo not been saying something so vulnerable, he’d think you looked cute and smile.
“you’re the reason i’m not afraid of loving again,” he murmurs that part out, maybe a little embarrassed. “you opened my heart up again, even if you didn’t mean to.”
“oh,” you murmur blankly, settling your gaze onto your knees. it was mostly to hide the burning of your cheeks the dim light from the television would show off. “is it…” you trail off, scratching you temple, unsure of what way he meant that. “is it, like, platonic? or … or romantic?”
the awkward way your voice lilts makes kuroo chuckle out a relieved breath. you sounded confused? amused? hopeful? any of those, but not the tone of dread or horror like he feared.
“do i have to say it out loud?”
“please.”
kuroo blinks at the sudden seriousness in your tone and quickly scoots closer to you.
he had to remember, you’re afraid of being vulnerable and intimate again after all.
raising his shaky hands to cup your cheeks, he brushes a strand of hair settled on one side behind your ear.
“y/n, you’re the reason i’m not afraid to get hurt again. because i know, loving you, my heart is safe from that.”
you sniffle at that. “you’re so cheesy, you know?”
and just as you did earlier, he nods with a fond smile. “i know. so, regarding your fear, i’ll love you however long need be until you’re not afraid anymore.”
you feel like you’re on the edge of a cliff, toes hanging off the edge, gravity tempting you to jump. it’s been a while since you jumped down into the air of the unknown called love.
kuroo makes it seem so tempting; especially when he’s looking at you and saying things like that.
“i don’t want to ruin a moment or make you uncomfortable but is it wrong to say that i really want to kiss you right-“
you don’t let him finish, pulling him closer, gripping the material of his long sleeved shirt sleeves on his forearms, into a searing kiss. you squeeze your eyes shut, imagining yourself falling into the unknown abyss you’re so damn worried about.
but with the way kuroo immediately brings your closer, wrapping a hand around your waist and supporting your neck with the other,
Cameron woke up to his wife leaving the apartment secretively. Again.
This was the seventh consecutive night this had happened. Ever since Cameron has gotten off the night shift, he had been noticing Jess leave the apartment when she thought he was asleep.
Cameron was going crazy; he could never have imagined Jess to cheat on him. He was heartbroken, yet he decided to wait a few more days to see if it would stop. But it didn’t.
On the fourteenth day, he decided he had had enough.
He came home from work early and was immediately met with an overpowering scent. This smelled like the most delicious food he would ever eat.
His wife was surprised to see him, but she decided to smile at him widely instead of letting her shock show. Cameron, of course saw right through her. They had been married for almost seven years now.
“We need to talk, Jessica.” he said.
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warnings: non-explicit mentions of sexy-times.
There is a stranger at the bar who’s staring straight at you.
It’s attention you lap up, casting what you hope is a sultry, come hither look at him beneath your lashes (they better not fall off). You hope your clumsy flirtation doesn’t land too far off the mark, but you shoot your shot, try your best. Your job as a preschool teacher doesn’t allow for much male interaction, at least with those around your age, so you’re sadly out of practice, but alcohol fuels your courage, makes you brave.
“Hi pretty girl. Can I buy you a drink?”
The tight dress you borrowed from your sister must’ve done the trick, because he actually comes up to slide into the seat beside you. Your girlfriends scatter, toss you eager looks that instruct you to put yourself out there, for once. You force yourself not to stutter, nodding shyly yes, please.
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