Fic: Orchestrated
Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou/Bokuto Koutarou Rating: T Word Count: 4.4k Summary: Fake relationships are always a mess, but they’re even more of a mess when you’re in love with the other person already. Kuroo doesn’t know why he agreed. Maybe because part of him thinks this might be the only chance he gets to date Bokuto, even if it’s fake.
He expects a terrible ending, and hopes for a good one.
Written for @haikyuusecretsanta‘s exchange, for @abrightgrayworld! I hope you enjoyed it!
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Excerpt:
Sat there, in the middle of a nice restaurant, dressed up all nice with a handsome man across from him, eating posh food and laughing and flirting, anyone would think it was a date.
The key problem here then, Kuroo Tetsurou thinks to himself, is that they’d be wrong.
It’s not that they’d be reading any of the signals wrong. After all, it is meant to be a date, or at the very least look like one, for the very man before him. Bokuto, with his black shirt on, the top two buttons undone; enough to look hot, not so much that it could be called uncouth. Bokuto, with his hair artistically ruffled, something Tetsurou bets Akaashi helped with. Tetsurou can’t help but wonder what words were exchanged then.
Bokuto, who apparently has no idea at all about Tetsurou’s big damn crush on him.
It all starts with Bokuto’s bad idea for them to live together.
Bokuto had begged him, saying that they already knew each other! They could revel in the freedom together, he had said, and he didn’t want to live alone and it’s not like Akaashi could live with him, Konoha was moving up to Hokkaido for some reason and Kuroo is his last option! (Which hurts.) Tetsurou refuses—at least initially. Not because he doesn’t like the apartment Bokuto already has lined up (he does). Not because it was far from the university (it wasn’t). Not because he doesn’t have the money, even though Bokuto insists he’ll pay all the rent (he won’t, or he’ll forget the bills). He refuses because principally, Tetsurou really, really needs to get over said big damn crush.
And now he’s here.
Bokuto is hard to refuse, sometimes. It didn’t help that the part of Tetsurou’s brain that likes to be wild and free and daft said ‘hey, why not? Could end up with a hot boyfriend who you’ve loved for like, ever?’. The sensible bit of Tetsurou’s brain, the part that he should absolutely definitely have listened to said no, because proximity really isn’t going to help, and Bokuto will walk around the house half-naked and give him all sorts of ‘hints’ that Bokuto means platonically and Tetsurou can’t help but hope are romantic.
When wild-and-free Tetsurou starts getting all sneaky on him, saying ‘yeah, but you don’t have to act on anything, looking is free and he’s dense, he’ll never know’ and ‘but it’s down the road from the station and a 7/11 and like, ten minutes from university’ and starts to sound sensible, and Bokuto turns on the finest puppy-dog eyes he has, Tetsurou’s will crumbles like a half-hearted block.
