hi! i got a notif from a reblog u did and i just wanted to stop by and ask how you’re doing since it’s been a while,, ur works are my comfort reads :’) hope all is well 🤍🤍
hi! omgg i'm so sorry i didn't see this when you first sent it, i'm doing very well, thanks so asking! i was hoping to be more active when the hq movie came out but i actually haven't gotten the chance to see it yet :'
i hope you're doing well too!! it feels like it's been so long since i've written for them, i'm very glad to hear my writing has provided you comfort :( <3 drop by anytime!
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after two years, you finally agreed to move in with kuroo and after your first night together, kuroo reflects on his perspective of love — and how much you’ve influenced it.
꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : fluff, fluff, fluff ! — WC : 1k
꒰ NOTES ꒱ : this was lost in the abyss on kuroosdarling but i rescued this cheesy lil piece. enjoy !! dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ
love was something kuroo always found in fiction.
whether it would be from the stories his grandmother used to read to him as she tucked him into bed, her sweet voice filling his mind with a longing desire to one day have even a fraction of that love.
or in the books his father swore he didn’t own but yet somehow found themselves nestled in between the self help and business books that collected dust on his bookshelf. the tattered covers showing signs of wear and tear that could only come from a devoted reader.
but he never thought he’d make it here and experience a moment like this for himself. he never thought that this was something he’d ever even want at all. relationships had always been pushed back into the far corner of his heart, the fear from his parents ultimate brutal destruction overshadowed his desire for it.
so he never chased after love.
but then you chased after him. and he couldn’t help but welcome you in his arms. you were everything he never thought he needed. you brought peace and serenity into his life. kept him grounded, balanced but still somehow always knew how to push his buttons and keep him on his toes at the same time.
you were the perfect partner for him.
the day he met you, he had no idea how much you were going to infiltrate his life. you went behind enemy lines, storming towards his heart all without making a noise. the perfect stealth attack that left him questioning if he ever had any defenses to begin with.
but he supposed that all boiled down to a simple fact. he could act blind all he wanted, but his soul knew better, for it was the very thing that led you right into his heart, letting you steal it and make it yours.
he was just happy that it was finally in safe hands.
it all brought him crashing down to this moment — seeing your toothbrush innocently sitting next to his in the little ceramic glass by the bathroom sink. the little reminder that showed he shared his space with someone, actually letting them into every crevice of his heart. the thought had him getting a little emotional at 6 in the morning.
because he could easily look over to his right, through the opened bathroom door and see you still peacefully asleep in his bed — your shared bed. and it warmed his heart to no end.
as if you could sense his thoughts, you shift awake, watching him as he stared back at you.
“morning tetsu.” you whisper into the otherwise silent apartment. it took him a second to process the words as they spilled from your lips, watching as you slowly get up and stretch in a way that reminded him of a cat when they first rise from their slumber.
“morning sweetheart.” he smiles, his toothbrush haphazardly hanging out of the side of his mouth. you giggled at the sight, causing his grin to spread wider — wide enough for it to slip out of his mouth and into his hand. his reflexes from volleyball always came in handy when he needed it most. but he supposed he still looked like a fool in front of you — you just had that effect on him.
“you still asleep in there or something?” you ask, teasing him as you wander into the bathroom, wiping some toothpaste off his cheek before wrapping your arms around his bare waist.
“tell me, is it possible to get too much beauty sleep? because you’ve never looked more gorgeous.” he murmurs back, his large hand covering yours as he held your gaze in the mirror. he relished in the flustered expression you tried to hide as your face burrowed between his shoulder blades.
“so cheesy this early? my oh my, we’re off to a good start.” you giggle, your lips pressing against his bare back as the sound escapes you, sending chills all throughout him.
“you better believe it.” he smirks, happily leaning back into your touch. “how’d you sleep?”
“i slept great.” you poke your head out from behind him, smiling as you met his gaze in the mirror once again. it was hard for him not to immediately match your smile, the light in your eyes already brightening the dawn of the day. so he didn’t bother to fight it as his lips lifted upward. “our first night together in the apartment.”
“our apartment.” he quickly corrected, his palm patting your hand soothingly.
“our apartment.” you repeat. you pivot so you’re next to him, lightly bumping his hip with yours so he’d step to the side, giving you some room in the cramped space. you reach over and grab your toothbrush, the very one he was so caught up in only moments ago.
the quiet space now filled with life as you start your morning routine. he resumes brushing his teeth, watching each step you take.
how could something so mundane fill him with such joy?
your pretty eyes meet his in the mirror once again as you start brushing, slightly widening them in surprise under his watchful gaze.
and you were just so cute, sleep still clinging onto your sweet features as if you were internally fighting to stay awake. the two of you had plenty of sleepovers prior to you moving in, but this felt different.
this was the start of your lives together.
and it made him happy. so happy that he couldn’t help but chuckle, watching your face scrunch up at the strong minty toothpaste he used.
you couldn’t hold back your laughter either, lovingly looking at him through the mirror as your shared giggles fill the room.
if this was the first day to the rest of your lives together, he knew it would be filled with nothing but love. the kind of love he thought only existed in cliche movies and sappy poems. the kind in the bedtime stories his grandmother would read to him. the kind he found between the annotated pages of his father’s books.
but he found all of that within you, the love of his life.
with the haikyuu movie out, the fandom has been more alive than ever and i just wanted to hop on here to say im very grateful for the support this blog earned during the height of our fandom 🤍
kuroo tetsurou BIG lego guy. he saw the lego millenium falcon in a display window when he was seven years old and got Hooked . he’s been collecting ever since he has a miscellaneous bin under his bed it’s Huge he’s got every fucking piece like ever he has shelves in his room full of completed and staged sets they range from nerdy stuff like lord of the rings batman apollo 11 to the taj mahal and a bonsai tree. he has the most star wars legos like he’s made it his life goal to collect the sets he saves up to buy one every year the death star is his pride and joy it is front and center on display he shows it off like a newborn baby. he’s got a minifigure keychain on his backpack he gets the little mystery packs as gifts from his friends he has a clock shaped like a red 2x4 block he is a man consumed.
even adult like buisness man kuroo he has legos on display in his office he has a lego picture frame on his desk (next to his desktop mini golf course and darth vader bobble head) he is the most laidback professional in the history of Ever his tie has legos on it and he has a scar on his foot from stepping on one. he’s an wrinkly old man still buying lego sets arthritis ain’t stopping him it’s not an obsession it’s a way of life.
You were one of my most favorite fic writers for haikyuu <3333
Don't you write anymore? Have you left the fandom? If so, are you into something new?
hii! i haven’t been very active :’) so much has changed for me haha, but i still love haikyuu very much and i’m very excited for the movie
i don’t write anymore mostly bc i don’t have any more ideas :( my head’s just full of other stuff going on, but thanks for checking in! i hope you’ve been well ❤️
Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x f!reader (He refers to you with fem terms i.e. girlfriend)
WC: 940
Summary: The different ways, over the course of your relationship, that Kuroo gets to call you his
A/N: Hihi, it's still Kuroo hours <333
i.
It's becoming something of a tradition, Tetsurou tells you. In spring, at the break of the school year, he meets up with his old teammates in this little hole-in-the-wall bar Yaku had discovered. You have to try the karaage, he insists as the two of you walk down the street hand in hand. It's a surprisingly temperate spring day, and he thinks it's cute how excited you are to meet his friends. He's excited for you to meet them, too.
Finally, you reach the spot, and he pulls open the door for you. Inside, Kai and Yaku are already seated at a table, and they both turn and smile as you approach.
"Hi guys," Tetsurou grins as you shrug out of your jacket and drape it across the back of your chair. They're both looking at you curiously, and he can't help but draw out a smug silence until you you turn to him with a quirk of your eyebrow.
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" You prod.
"This is my girlfriend," He finally introduces with a hand barely brushing the small of your back. "Y/N."
Yaku and Kai introduce themselves as you both take your seats, but he's not paying much attention. He's too busy tasting the words my girlfriend on his lips, admiring the way they roll so effortlessly from his tongue. He's still in a little bit of disbelief that it's you. You're sitting beside him, laughing behind your hand at something Yaku just said, and he can't help the smile that quirks at his lips.
He isn't sure how long he spends just watching you, but suddenly you're tipping your head back in more raucous laughter. Judging by the look on Yaku's face, he's undoubtedly said something at Tetsurou's expense. You rest your hand on his arm as your laughter trails off, and he can't even find it in himself to be chagrined at Yaku's smirk.
You're his girlfriend, and he likes the sound of that.
ii.
The Christmas dinner is really fancy. The Volleyball Association certainly knows how to treat its employees well, you'd remarked the moment you walked through the door. Even though he's dressed for the occasion, Tetsurou can't help feeling just a little out of place in this high-end banquet room. You're dressed to the nines, though, and look just like you belong in this sort of high society.
"Stop it," Is all you say when he tells you this, swatting him on the arm. You're looking around trying to disguise your awe, taking in all of the decorations as Tetsurou scouts out each of the tables looking for your names.
Right as he spots your seats, he's met by his boss, who greets him warmly, reaching out to shake his hand.
"Komatsu-san," he says after the initial greetings, hand finding your elbow. "I'd like to introduce you to my fiancée." He still can't quite believe that's a word he gets to use. You smile and shake his boss's hand, making a formal greeting as Tetsurou watches you with pride.
"It's lovely to meet you," His boss finally says before slipping away, off to greet someone else.
"He seems like a nice man," You comment as Tetsurou pulls out your seat before taking his own.
"He is," Tetsurou agrees quickly, distracted by the way the lights in the room reflect off of your ring as you reach for your glass of champagne. "Your ring looks extra sparkly tonight," He adds in a lower voice, for your ears only. You turn your hand gently, admiring the ring, and turn to grin at him. It's still so new that looking at it is a novelty for both of you.
"I think that's the first time I've ever introduced you as my fiancée," He adds softly, feeling the thrill again at the words. Every time he says it, he's reminded that you've actually agreed to be with him forever, and he feels a familiar warmth curling in his middle.
iii.
Tetsurou has been keeping an eye on the moving trucks and commotion next door for the past few days. Finally, it seems like the new neighbors have gotten settled in. The two of you have been meaning to go over and introduce yourselves, but so far you haven't had the chance.
One evening after getting home from work, he walks to the mailbox and finds the new neighbors working in their flower beds.
"Hi!" The man greets with a wave, dusting off his hands and crossing the yard towards Tetsurou, the woman close behind him. "You must be our new neighbors," He greets, extending his hand for Tetsurou to shake. "It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you, too," Tetsurou grins. "I'm Kuroo Tetsurou. We've been meaning to introduce ourselves, but it's never quite worked out," He admits sheepishly.
The neighbors wave it off and introduce themselves, and they've just begun to chat about the neighborhood when Tetsurou hears footsteps on the walk behind him.
"I thought I heard you get home!" You say as you approach, smiling amiably at the new neighbors. "I was wondering what was taking you so long," You laugh, joined by the neighbor couple.
"This is my wife," Tetsurou introduces you, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you against his side. You greet the new neighbors, but he takes a few moments just enjoying the feel of you next to him. Even after all this time, introducing you as his still never fails to make him feel the slightest bit giddy. He doesn't think the sound of the words my wife will ever get old.
you’re not sure that kuroo planned on you meeting his new girlfriend tonight.
college parties have only become more interesting, you’ve realized, since he got back from his semester abroad (you know, the one you broke up with him just a few weeks prior to—who wants to watch their boyfriend hang around pretty girls in italy?) now, though, a couple months after that semester, and a couple of frat parties into the new one, you’re starting to think that it wasn’t the girls in italy you should’ve been jealous of.
now, if you’re being honest, you can’t really pin any of this on kuroo. you broke up with him, you ignored a couple of his texts when he got back home—really the odds were stacked up against him.
until tonight, you suppose. tonight, you’re sitting on a couch in the midst of a friend’s house party, you and kuroo on both ends, his new girlfriend settled into the middle cushion. and god, you’re jealous—you’ve long known the center cushion of this couch to be the comfiest seat in the house, even beyond when kuroo’s arm is resting on the back of it.
you’ve had her tuned out for a while now—something about the perfect little curl to her hair was making your jaw ache—but you tune in just as kuroo’s ears perk at the tone of her voice.
“he’s just- ugh he’s just so ordinary, you know?”
there’s a beat of silence between the three of you. you catch kuroo’s eye from behind her head. the music’s a little loud in here, you begin to realize.
“hm?” you speak up, “sorry, i didn’t catch that, who?”
“yeah,” kuroo says, “sorry the, uh, the music’s a little loud.”
“oh c’mon,” she replies, and leans into his side, “you, tetsu, obviously!”
another beat. she leans back, a little past tipsy at this point, eyes closed with her hands in front of her face as she continues.
“i mean, all these other girls are dating guys with big impressive jobs or trust funds or lots of money and whatever-” kuroo’s eyes flick up to yours again, his brows furrowed, you have to stifle a laugh- “but you’re just-” she turns to him now, takes his face in her hands, “you’re just you. that’s it.”
and oh, kuroo, you have found yourself a piece of work.
because really, the kuroo you know is anything but ordinary. who knows, maybe he calmed down in the few months you’d been apart, but for as long as you two had been together (two years, but who's counting?), he’d just about been the biggest overachiever you could imagine.
kuroo always has at least two jobs. he’s a TA most semesters (drool worthy), and he’s had a steady job at trader joe’s ever since you mentioned how fun it would be to see him whenever you go grocery shopping. beyond that, he has an internship every summer, and most spring semesters. fall’s “too much” for him already. you think he just likes being outside when it gets cold.
of course, the marketing-chem double major could bring you to your knees (yes, in that way) on its own, but he’s also sweet, and funny, and terribly stupid when it counts. he’s a horrendous cook—and if that’s not enough to bump him out of the ordinary category, you don’t know what is—but also a phenomenal baker. it’s all chemistry, he’d always say, it can’t be that hard.
so no, kuroo is not ordinary. at least, not in the way you’ve ever known him.
his girlfriend is still holding him by his cheeks, giggling about his ordinary little face and his ordinary eyes and how cute his ordinary little jobs are, and frankly, you think you could vom.
“you know,” you start, and begin to stand from the couch, “i just realized i forgot to grab something from my car, kuroo, would you mind coming with me for a sec?”
his brows perk at the sound of your voice and his eyes follow the way you stand. he takes her wrists in his hands and moves them away from his face, mumbling a be right back, sorry as he follows after you.
you don’t make it to the car, and you ignore more of his mumblings when you walk into the bathroom and close the door behind him.
“this isn’t-”
“ordinary?” you say. his face goes blank.
“i- yeah, i don’t-”
“are you holding out on her, tetsurou?”
and that’s when he laughs, just a little bit, enough to bleed into the sigh that follows.
“god, after that? i wish.” you reach your hands up to his cheeks. they’re warm, from the tequila, and maybe because this bathroom is stifling with both of you in it.
“aw, but tetsu,” you start, puffing out your bottom lip as he starts to roll his eyes, “you’re just so cute and ordinary.”
“i think i could kill you,” he replies, his cheeks still all squished in your hands. you pout, and you watch his eyes linger on your mouth.
it’s not until now that you’ve really taken him in. his hair is a little curlier on the ends than it used to be, his shoulders a little broader, you swear you can see that those canines of his are a little sharper—you could scream. all the tension in your body is balled up in your heart and, if you’re honest, somewhere between your thighs at just the thought of him leaning down to kiss you.
besides, you’ve been in this situation with him before. together or not, you two have been known to end up in bathrooms, your hands on his cheeks, his tongue somewhere you’d rather not say…
it’s wrong, you know that it’s wrong, and you’re pretty sure he does too but god his breath is warm against the expanse of your skin.
“you shouldn’t kill me,” you settle on, voice a little lower, a little calmer.
“no,” he replies, “i shouldn’t kill you.”
you’re not sure either of you are using the right verb for what you’re actually saying.
he moves in closer, lips brushing against the side of your jaw.
“tetsurou,” you warn. he stops, paused right against your ear.
“i know,” he replies.
“break up with her first,” you say. “before i get labeled as a slut, please?”
you feel his lashes against your cheek as he closes his eyes.
“does a text count?”
you laugh at him first, and then shove him away second, scolding him with a little look that you used to give him whenever he grabbed your ass before the apartment door was entirely shut. oddly congruent situation, now that you think about it.
and the worst part of all of it is, you’re tempted to tell him yes.
“no, you go out there, you make a big scene, and then we go home,” you say. you’ve got your hands in front of you now—you swear you can feel the scene playing out. you think you’ll stay in the bathroom for the break-up. probably better off this way.
“home?” kuroo asks.
“home. my home.”
“oh thank god,” he replies. he’s got that shake to his head, like he’s relieved in a way that only really exists to make you laugh. “i’ve always liked your bed better than mine.”
“just!” you swat at his chest. has this scene been in a 2000s romcom yet? “go tell her!”
he puts his hands in the air, dodging around you as he opens the bathroom door, peeks his head out, and then shuts it again, giving you a comical little “wuh oh!” kind of look. can you imagine it? brows raised, mouth downturned.
“i am so ordinary,” he begins, tongue poking out from his lips as he works out the sentence, “that some other guy appears to have swooped in to beat me out.” he pauses. “that guy must be downright boring.”
you laugh. he’s not that funny.
“well,” you say, “that makes this a lot easier actually.”
“does it?” he replies, all high-toned and with his head tilted to the side. you would eat him, if you could.
“absolutely.” a pause. this is when being stupid sometimes counts. maybe he just likes to give you the satisfaction of explaining. “we get to go home—guilt free.”
he smiles at you, considers it for a second, and then leans down, nose brushing against your jaw before his lips find yours. he’s warm, enough to make you want to push him away, but you don’t. really, as mean as you think you could be to him, you’re oddly into the guy.
and besides, he’s still kissing you, pushing his hands up along your sides and letting his thumbs brush along your chest like it’s memory. he’s got you backed into the wall, trapped by the expanse of his arms and his chest and the way his tongue rolls along your lips.
“home,” you breathe, mumbled against his mouth while his fingers ride along your waist.
“home,” he repeats, “your home.”
and you do get there, eventually. you sneak out past his kind-of girlfriend and the man she’s pulling by the collar of his shirt, and when you get to your apartment, he grabs your ass before the door shuts.
you hope your neighbors don’t hear the way you gasp, but you know they’ve heard it before.
❝ *･🎥 ·̩͙ TRUTH OR DRINK ❞ | ex high school sweethearts edition
[ tags : suggestive, maybe an exes to lovers trope, they used to be academic rivals to lovers!!! reader attends uni from out of the country (unspecified), unedited pls go easy on me ]
[ truth or drink m.list ]
you : i'm y/n.
kuroo : wait, are we starting?
[yeah.]
kuroo : oh, sorry, i'm kuroo.
you : and we're exes. from high school.
the video cuts to a text on a white background. the text says, 'exes from high school ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.'
[how long did you guys date?]
kuroo : for like... two years?
you : yep. two years.
[do you guys still hang out together?]
you : yeah. we, like, share the same friend groups.
kuroo nods.
you : oh, but only when i'm in the country though.
kuroo : yeah, they just flew back here a few days ago. we've seen each other every day since then.
[when was the last time you hung out together?]
you : last night.
when your head turns to the camera, there are several raised eyebrows from the camera crew. realization dawns on you.
you : no. no-
kuroo : not- not like that.
you : yeah. wait, i mean- no. whatever, can we just take a shot?
the video cuts to both of you clinking your shot glasses together before downing the liquor down.
[who's going first?]
you : i will.
you clear your throat, eyes finally settling on the card in your hands. kuroo grins encouragingly.
you : do you still find me attractive?
kuroo : yes. of course.
you laugh while kuroo turns his head towards the camera. he raises his eyebrows suggestively with a grin on his face. you slap his arm.
[what about them is attractive?]
kuroo : everything. i mean, have you seen them? look at them.
you shrug your shoulders, trying to still seem nonchalant despite the warmth spreading up your neck.
you : you're not so bad yourself, i guess.
kuroo : you guess?
you : next question!
kuroo : what do you mean you guess???
you : you go.
kuroo shuffles forward and takes a card from the deck. kuroo smirks before reading the question.
kuroo : what was your favorite high school make out spot?
there's a few seconds that pass while you ponder your answer.
you : on second thought, i don't think we've ever really made out at school...
kuroo : yeah... i guess we spent most of high school competing with each other.
you : mhm.
kuroo : but i have to say my favorite would be the locker rooms.
your cheeks heat up, flashbacks of hushed voices and heated kisses flooding your head. you clear your throat and quickly regain your composure. noticing your behavior, kuroo smiles inwardly while he notes how easy it still is to read you. some things never change.
you : i remember when you first kissed me in the gym though.
kuroo chuckles.
[can you tell us more about that?]
you : we were fighting.
kuroo : no, we weren't. i wasn't doing anything, while you were going on and on about how i'm always ranked first in class and you're always second.
you roll your eyes before looking straight into the camera.
you : he never shuts up about it. he rubbed it in my face with every chance he got.
kuroo smiles. for a split second, he saw the younger, high school version of you as you complain. he missed you.
kuroo : so i kissed them.
you : i'm starting to think you being first place in class was only a scheme to date me.
kuroo : just accept it. i'm smarter than you are.
you : maybe. academically.
kuroo : sure, sure.
he waves a hand dismissively, resulting in you narrowing your eyes at him.
kuroo : you're always first in my heart though, sweetheart.
you : you are so irritating.
kuroo : you love me.
you curl your lip, feigning disgust. kuroo only laughs. there is a split second where a smile is shown on your face before the video cuts to the next scene.
you : who broke up with who, and how did it go down?
you are amused as you watch kuroo dramatically turn to the camera.
kuroo : they broke up with me. they told me they didn't love me anymore.
kuroo was going to face you again before he whips his head back towards the camera.
kuroo : and then!
you : there's an 'and then'?
kuroo : and then they fled the country.
you narrow your eyes.
you : you're making me sound like i'm an escape artist or some type of fugitive or something.
kuroo : you are.
you : wha-
kuroo : you're a criminal for stealing my h-
you kick him under the table. kuroo lets out an 'ow' and rubs his shin. there's more laughter from the crew.
kuroo : ooh, this one's interesting.
you : hurry up and read it then.
kuroo raises an eyebrow at you. you huff.
you : please.
you roll your eyes as kuroo grins, satisfied.
kuroo : kiss me like you did in high school.
kuroo notices when your lips form a straight line. you're nervous. kuroo moves his hand ever-so-slightly until it touches yours.
kuroo : should we drink instead?
you : no. no, it's fine, lets do it.
you start to lean over the table while kuroo's still in his seat.
kuroo : yeah. i mean, it'a not like it's been a while since we last kissed.
you :
kuroo : what? why are you looking at me like that?
kuroo is smirking slightly, which irks you.
you : you are so annoying.
kuroo : really?
you : tetsuro, just shut up and kiss me already.
kuroo finally leans over the table. when your lips finally meet, you get lost in the feeling of your lips melding with his. you turn your head to deepen the kiss, and kuroo follows suit instantly. you almost forget how there's still a camera recording your every move, and when you remember, you had to forcefully peel yourself away from him, leaving kuroo chasing after you before realization dawns on him too. it was long after you were settled in your seats before you start to speak up again.
you : right.
kuroo : ... nice.
you : nice.
you : it's my turn, right?
kuroo : mhm.
you pull a card from the deck, and groan instantly when you scan the words.
you : describe our last time having sex.
kuroo laughs. it's unclear whether it's out of amusement or nervousness.
kuroo : should be easy. you know, since it was just yesterday.
you : yeah.
you and kuroo share a look.
[would you like to elaborate?]
you chuckle nervously.
you : we're lying. obviously.
kuroo : we like to lie, yeah. that's... a thing we do.
you : our mothers would be ashamed.
kuroo : horrified.
you : yeah.
kuroo : yeah.
the scene cuts to both of you clinking your glasses and downing your shot together. two awkward smiles are worn after the glasses are empty.
kuroo : what's the biggest secret you've kept from me?
you : dang... i don't know, actually. do you have one?
kuroo shrugs.
kuroo : sure.
you : what is it?
kuroo : babe, this is your question.
you : oh. right.
you chuckle awkwardly, your gaze flitting up to the ceiling.
you : i lied when i said i fell out of love.
kuroo :
you : when we broke up.
when you finally manage to return kuroo's gaze, you are shocked to see the unbothered expression on his face.
kuroo : wow. really?
you : you don't sound surprised.
kuroo : y/n, i've known you since middle school.
you :
kuroo : you're not exactly the best liar. i knew you were trying to make leaving the country easier for both of us.
you : oh.
kuroo : yeah. oh.
you : whats your secret then?
a thin, slightly lopsided smile forms on kuroo's lips. your heart skips a beat.
kuroo : i still love you.
you've heard this the night before, but now that you're hearing him say it fully sober, you're sure your heart just leaped out of your chest and started running off elsewhere.
you : oh.
kuroo : oh?
you : what were you expecting me to reply with?
kuroo : i don't know, an 'i still love you too'?
kuroo's voice drops to a loud whisper.
kuroo : we could make this juicy for the viewers.
you laugh.
you : i already said i lied when i said i fell out of love with you.
kuroo grins. not the usual mischievous one, but one where he's baring his row of pearly whites in earnest joy.
kuroo : so you still love me.
you : not for long.
kuroo : you wound me.
you : good.
there is no more tension in the air when the video cuts to the next scene. your shoulders are visibly less tense and kuroo's hands are toying with one of your hands. you proceed to read out the card on your other hand.
you : did you always know that we wouldn't last?
kuroo : no. we're obviously made for each other.
the corners of kuroo's lips tug up into a grin. you sigh.
you : i guess nobody can put up with you as well as i do.
kuroo : you're my for lifer, babe.
you : you are going to be the death of me.
*･🎬 ·̩͙ special cut
after the director yells cut, the camera crew disperses almost immediately. you stand up from your seat, feeling the pressure of everyone's eyes on you fade away.
kuroo : well that was fun.
you nod. as he rises from his seat, kuroo lets his curiosity take over and takes the stack of cards from the table. he starts flipping through them, letting his eyes briefly scan each question.
kuroo : these questions were really- oh, y/n, answer this one.
you peek over his shoulder, reading the question yourself while kuroo reads it aloud.
kuroo : of all the lovers, where do you think i rank?
you : hm... probably last.
kuroo's jaw drops. you bite your lip to keep your laughter at bay.
kuroo : wow. woooooow.
you : tetsuro.
kuroo : and to think that we had something special.
you roll your eyes, watching as kuroo brings his palm to his chest, acting like you just shot him in the heart.
you : drama queen.
kuroo : drama queen? drama quee-
you kiss his cheek, which shuts him up in effect.
you : you're literally the first and only relationship i've ever had, dummy.
you leave kuroo in his place, whom you've managed to keep frozen in place. the camera catches you flashing a cheeky grin towards his direction before disappearing off camera completely. the last thing seen before the camera's turned off is kuroo chasing after you, despite still being in a stuttering mess.
