[citruzee]

𝐁𝐄𝐄 — she/her ☀︎ 4teen ☀︎ american ☀︎ infp/isfp

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𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐳𝐞𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 ☀︎

[citruzee]

the first thing kuroo notices is that you're suspiciously quiet.

normally, by the time he lets himself into your apartment, you'd already be greeting him from the kitchen or dramatically announcing that you were starving and he'd better have brought snacks.

instead, he finds you bundled beneath three blankets on the couch, looking like the world's grumpiest burrito.

"...baby?"

you slowly peek over the edge of the blanket, nose pink, hair a mess.

"don't come closer."

he blinks.

"...why?"

you sniffle dramatically.

"'m sick."

there's a beat of silence before kuroo smiles.

"that's all?"

"that's all?"

"yeah."

you point an accusing finger at him.

"don't touch me."

"why not?"

"because you'll get sick."

he shrugs, already kicking off his shoes.

"worth it."

"tetsu."

he ignores you completely, dropping onto the couch beside you. the cushions dip under his weight before he gently pulls you into his chest.

"tetsurou!"

"hi."

"i literally have a fever."

he presses his cheek against your forehead.

"mm... yeah, you're warm."

"exactly!"

"comfy."

you stare at him in disbelief.

"you're unbelievable."

"i've been told."

you try pushing him away, but you're exhausted, your muscles ache, and honestly... he's warm.

he wraps the blanket around both of you like a cocoon.

"there."

"i'm serious."

"so am i."

he rubs slow circles across your back while you grumble under your breath.

"you're gonna regret this."

"future me can deal with it."

you sigh dramatically.

"don't kiss me."

"..."

"...kuroo."

"..."

"...don't."

he gives you the most innocent smile you've ever seen.

"just one."

before you can protest, he presses a tiny kiss to your forehead.

then another.

then your temple.

then the tip of your nose.

you groan.

"you're impossible."

"and yet, you love me."

"...unfortunately."

he gasps.

"that sounded like a confession."

"shut up."

he laughs quietly, the sound vibrating against your shoulder.

eventually your protests get weaker.

the medicine starts making you sleepy.

your head grows heavier until it naturally settles beneath his chin.

he smiles to himself.

"there she is."

"..."

"my cuddle bug."

"'m not..."

"already asleep?"

"...no."

"..."

"...maybe."

he chuckles softly.

"get some rest."

his fingers gently comb through your hair until your breathing evens out.

he doesn't move for nearly two hours.

not even when one of his legs falls asleep.

not even when his phone rings.

not even when his stomach starts growling.

because every now and then you'd unconsciously snuggle closer, and every single time, his heart melted all over again.

—

three days later.

"achoo!" (but in a dad sneeze way)

you look up from your soup.

kuroo freezes.

"..."

"..."

he sniffles.

"...no."

you slowly lower your spoon.

"...did you just sneeze?"

"allergies."

"in august?"

"...seasonal."

"to what?"

"...love?"

you narrow your eyes.

"tetsurou."

he coughs once into his elbow.

"..."

"..."

"...okay, maybe my throat feels a little weird."

you cross your arms.

"i warned you."

"you did."

"multiple times."

"possibly."

"i specifically said not to cuddle me."

"correct."

"and i definitely said not to kiss me."

"...also true."

you give him your best 'i told you so' look.

he smiles anyway.

"still worth it."

you try so hard not to smile.

you fail spectacularly.

"you're such an idiot."

"your idiot."

"...yeah."

he reaches over the couch to hug you again.

you immediately shove a pillow between you.

"absolutely not."

"what?"

"you're contagious now."

his jaw drops.

"betrayal."

"consequences."

"where was this energy when you were sick?"

"i had common sense."

"rude."

he pouts dramatically, wrapping both arms around the pillow instead.

"...i miss my cuddles."

you stare at him for a long moment.

his nose is red.

his hair is sticking up.

he looks genuinely miserable.

"..."

"..."

"...come here."

his eyes light up instantly.

"really?"

"only because i know you'll ignore me otherwise."

he practically launches himself across the couch before carefully settling beside you.

this time, you press a cool hand against his forehead.

"see?"

you murmur.

"fever."

he leans into your touch with a sleepy smile.

"mm."

"serves you right."

"probably."

"..."

"..."

"can i have a forehead kiss?"

you roll your eyes.

"you're unbelievable."

"that's not a no."

you sigh with exaggerated annoyance before leaning over and pressing the gentlest kiss against his forehead.

he grins like he'd just won the lottery.

"...worth it."

you can't help laughing.

"...next time, listen to me."

"there's gonna be a next time?"

"..."

"..."

"...i'm not answering that."

he smiles into your shoulder as the two of you settle beneath the blankets once more, both a little sniffly now, but perfectly content exactly where you were.

a/n: i'm sick and school starts tomorrow bro also i'm making a discord server everybody cheer

[tofumiarchives]

🤞🤞

Twin remember when we were bust buddies

HOW COME I NEVER SAW THIS NEW ACC OF YOURS HELLO!!!!!!! MY BUST BUDDY!!

[citruzee]

I keep it undercover 🤫🤫

[citruzee]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @neversam YOU'RE THE BESTEST EVER AND ILYSM AND MWAH MWAH MWAH THE NATSUKI TO MY OURI

Us 🥹🤞

I just want to thank you for everything you've done for me since we've met. You've been an amazing friend, and a constant light in my life. You introduced me to one of my now favorite animes (tbhk), and have shown me that I can talk to you about everything without getting bored. We've been through some ups and downs together, and all of my tumblr accounts lol

Again, thank you for everything, Sam. I love you so so so much!!

Us

[citruzee]

i love that @neversam lets me use their crk account as like my alt because i get to do double the gambling 😍😍

[citruzee]

I'm gonna bee making puns guys

[pursuitsofjade]

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twst twst twst dear citruzee who is your favorite!!

[citruzee]

twst twst twst there is a 4-way tie between ace, jamil, floyd, and malleus

[kenyudotcom]

HAAIIIII MY BABYYY

[citruzee]

HAIIIIII ILYYYYYYYYY

[citruzee]

the first years had a theory.

it was impossible to prove, but they believed it anyway.

gojo satoru was whipped.

"there's no way," nobara said, arms crossed. "gojo-sensei? the strongest? absolutely not."

yuji nodded. "he literally called a curse ugly before exorcising it."

megumi didn't even look up from his phone. "he is."

they all stared at him.

"...what?"

"he is."

"how do you know?" yuji asked.

megumi sighed.

"because i had to witness him spend fifteen minutes trying to decide which flowers she'd like more."

"..."

"..."

nobara blinked.

"he did what?"

—

gojo insisted he wasn't dramatic.

everyone else insisted he was lying.

he had shown up to training with an expensive dessert because you had mentioned, three days ago, that you were craving something sweet.

he remembered your coffee order better than his own.

he had your favorite hair tie around his wrist because "you always lose yours."

he'd cancel meetings early if it meant seeing you ten minutes sooner.

and every single time you walked into a room...

the strongest sorcerer on earth smiled like an idiot.

—

"hi, baby."

gojo looked up.

there you were.

wearing one of his hoodies that practically swallowed you whole.

"..."

"..."

"...satoru?"

his brain had completely stopped working.

"...you're so pretty."

you laughed.

"that's all?"

"i had more."

"...?"

"i forgot."

you giggled again, walking over until you stood between his knees.

"gojo satoru forgot words?"

"because you're distracting."

"with...existing?"

"yeah."

he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face against your stomach with a long sigh.

"...i'm keeping you."

you ran your fingers through his snowy hair.

"you've been keeping me for two years."

"good."

—

the first years accidentally witnessed it.

yuji had opened the classroom door without knocking.

"...oh."

gojo was sitting on a chair.

you were perched sideways across his lap while reading a book.

his chin rested on your shoulder.

his arms were lazily wrapped around your waist.

he wasn't even pretending to teach.

he was just watching you read.

"..."

"..."

"..."

gojo looked over.

"...what?"

yuji slowly closed the door.

"wrong classroom."

—

later that afternoon—

"you're staring."

"am not."

you looked over from your phone.

"satoru."

"..."

"you're smiling at me."

"can't help it."

"why?"

"you're cute."

"i'm literally sitting here."

"exactly."

"..."

"..."

"you breathed."

"..."

"..."

"that was adorable."

you threw a pillow at him.

he caught it effortlessly.

"violence? against your handsome boyfriend?"

"you're impossible."

"and yet..."

he leaned over, stealing a quick kiss.

"...you still like me."

"...unfortunately."

he gasped dramatically.

"did you hear that? she loves me."

"i did not say that."

"it's implied."

"it wasn't."

"pretty sure it was."

you rolled your eyes before smiling anyway.

he noticed immediately.

"there it is."

"what?"

"my favorite smile."

"..."

"..."

"...stop looking at me like that."

"can't."

"why?"

"because every time i look at you..."

his expression softened.

the teasing disappeared completely.

"...i still can't believe you're real."

you blinked.

"satoru..."

"i mean it."

he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"i've seen impossible things."

"curses."

"domains."

"people come back from things they shouldn't."

"but somehow..."

he smiled.

"...i still think meeting you was the luckiest thing that's ever happened to me."

for once—

gojo satoru had absolutely nothing clever to add.

he just looked at you with that hopelessly lovesick smile.

the one that only ever belonged to you.

"..."

you reached up and poked his forehead.

"you're staring again."

"..."

"yeah."

he intertwined his fingers with yours.

"probably gonna keep doing that."

"forever?"

he kissed the back of your hand.

"that's the plan."

[citruzee]

ur kuroo drabble, the one with the grocery bags was delicious please imagine me licking it off my fingers the way you would w chips, twas lovely

Thanketh thee thanketh thee mine own valorous fellow

[citruzee]

5 times kuroo was jealous of mini tetsu

1.

kuroo stared at the tiny plushie sitting in your lap.

same messy hair. same smug little stitched smile.

“…seriously?” he asked.

you looked up from your phone. “what?”

he pointed.

“that.”

you hugged the plushie closer instinctivly. “my mini tetsu?”

“mini tetsu?” he repeated slowly, offended.

“yeah.”

he crossed his arms. “you already have a tetsu.”

“this one doesn’t steal my fries.”

“wow.”

you kissed the plushie on the forehead absentmindedly.

silence.

“…okay, no, that’s crazy,” kuroo muttered, immediately walking over. “why’s he gettin' kissed before me?”

2.

you had fallen asleep on the couch.

kuroo had every intention of moving you to bed—

until he noticed it.

the plushie tucked under your arm.

his plushie.

he stood there for a full minute.

“…unbeliveable.”

you were cuddling a six inch version of him while the real one had been sitting two feet away all evening.

he crouched beside the couch.

“so this is what we’re doin' now?”

sleepy, you blinked at him. “tetsu?”

“yeah, real tetsu,” he said, poking the plush lightly. “guess i got replaced.”

you pulled him down by the sleeve.

“stop being dramatic.”

“…you literally picked him over me.”

3.

“can i borrow your hoodie?”

“mhm,” kuroo answered.

“thanks.”

ten minutes later, he walked back into your room.

you were wearing his hoodie.

holding the kuroo plushie.

and watching volleyball clips.

he narrowed his eyes.

“…oh, so i’m not needed here.”

you blinked. “what?”

“hoodie? check. tiny me? check.” he pointed accusingly. “you built your own boyfriend starter pack.”

you snorted.

“don’t laugh,” he said, flopping onto the bed. “i’m jealous.”

“of a plushie?”

“yes.”

you held it up. “he’s cute.”

“i’m cute!”

“debatable.”

“that was mean.”

4.

you took the plushie everywhere.

car rides.

study sessions.

even grocery shopping.

today was apparently no differant.

kuroo watched you buckle the tiny plush into the car seat.

“…babe.”

“safety first.”

“for the stuffed version of me?”

you nodded seriousely.

he looked genuinely betrayed.

“you never buckle me in.”

“you’re twenty times bigger.”

“okay but emotionally this hurts.”

you leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“don’t be jealous.”

“too late,” he muttered, glaring at plush-him. “he gets princess treatment.”

5.

“whose your favorite tetsuro?” kuroo asked suddenly.

you looked up.

“what?”

he gestured between himself and the plushie sitting on your desk.

“pick.”

you gasped dramaticly. “you’d make me choose?”

“yes.”

you grabbed the plushie.

kuroo narrowed his eyes instantly.

“…wow.”

“he listens to me.”

“i listen!”

“he’s tiny.”

“i can crouch.”

“he doesn’t annoy me.”

he stared.

then immediately grabbed you around the shoulders and pulled you against him.

“okay, rude,” he mumbled into your hair. “you’re cuddling the real one now.”

from the desk, the plushie stared silently.

“…he’s judging me,” kuroo whispered.

“you’re jelous of fabric.”

“and i stand by it.”

[citruzee]

suguru swears he’s listening.

he really does.

you’re sitting across from him in the little booth of some quiet café, sunlight slipping through the windows while you ramble about something—something important, probably. school? a movie? someone being annoying? honestly, he should know.

because he started listening.

he did.

but then you tucked your hair behind your ear.

and smiled.

and now he’s completely doomed.

“—and then she literally looked at me and said, ‘well maybe if you—’”

you’re talking with your hands now, expression animated, eyebrows furrowing dramatically before smoothing out again. suguru hums absentmindedly, chin resting against his hand.

“mhm.”

god, you’re pretty.

he notices everything in awful detail.

the way your lips move when you talk too fast. the tiny crease between your brows when you’re being serious. how your eyes get all bright when you’re excited over literally anything.

you keep talking.

he keeps staring.

“sugu?”

“mhm?”

“did you hear anything i just said?”

“…yes.”

you narrow your eyes immediately.

“what did i say.”

he pauses.

“…that someone was annoying?”

you stare.

he smiles like that’ll somehow save him.

it does not.

“wow,” you deadpan. “you werent listening at all.”

“i was,” he says calmly.

“suguru.”

“i got distracted.”

“by what?”

he blinks once, completely serious.

“you.”

you stop.

“…what.”

he reaches over, absentmindedly playing with your fingers on the table.

“you talk alot,” he says, voice soft, teasing. “pretty hard to focus when my girlfriend looks like that.”

your face heats up instantly.

“oh my god shut up.”

“am i wrong?”

“yes.”

“liar.”

you hide your face with your sleeve while he quietly laughs.

“continue,” he says after a second, still smiling at you like you hung the moon. “i'll actually listen this time.”

you point accusingly.

“you better.”

“…can't make promises.”

[citruzee]

choso was absolutely terrible at pretending he wasn't obsessed with you.

like genuinely awful at it.

“you gonna keep starin' at me?” you asked, trying not to laugh as you sat on the couch.

he blinked slowly from where he was practically folded against your side, arms around your waist like he’d somehow die if he let go.

“…'m not staring.”

“choso.”

“…looking respectfully.”

you snorted.

he immediately buried his face into your shoulder with a quiet groan, ears faintly pink. “don't laugh at me…”

“i'm not!” you said, already laughing.

“you are,” he mumbled. “'s mean…”

“baby.”

that one word had him completely melting.

actually melting.

he tilted his head up just enough to look at you, expression all soft and stupidly in love.

“…can i hold your hand.”

“you're literally holding me.”

“…oh.”

a pause.

“…can i hold it anyway?”

[citruzee]

kuroo always somehow ended up behind you in the kitchen.

you were standing in front of the stove, humming quietly while trying to stir somthing that probably looked way easier on tiktok than it actually was.

“i got it,” kuroo said from behind you.

before you could even move, warm hands settled lightly on your waist.

“careful,” he murmured, gently nudging you a tiny step to the side. “hot pan comin’ through.”

you huffed. “i was fine.”

“mmhm.” he moved past with the pan, way too smug for someone holding dinner hostage. “and i’d rather not have my favorite girl get burned.”

he set it down before coming right back, resting his chin on top of your head for a second.

“you okay?”

“yes,” you mumbled.

“good.” he stole a peice of food straight from the plate.

“tetsu!”

“quality control, baby.”

—

you reached for the grocery bags.

kuroo gave you a look.

you froze.

“…what?”

he lifted one brow, already carrying half the bags in one hand like it was nothing.

“what did i say?”

you sighed dramaticly. “that you can carry them.”

“right.”

“i have arms, tetsu.”

“yeah, pretty ones.” he reached over and took the last bag before you could argue. “so let me.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to grab the door handle instead.

another look.

that stern, unimpressed one.

you stopped instantly.

“…seriously?”

“seriously.”

he opened the door with a little nod. “after you.”

“you’re annoying.”

“and yet,” he bumped your shoulder lightly, grinning, “you still like me.”