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藤の下 | under the wisteria
gif by me
kuroo tetsuro x f!reader
genre | angst, fluff, nsfr
setting : Ashikaga Flower Park, Tochigi
wordcount : 2.5k
a/n : this took me so long (approx. 2 weeks) to finish so I hope you guys like it! This was really hard to work on since I kept running away from writing for literally no reason?? I'm not sure how to describe it but I guess I was scared that I'd have writers block or something 🙏
Even though it took a long time, I really enjoyed writing their dynamic since Y/n's pretty flirty and Kuroo was a lil bit more awkward than he usually is so it was a lot of fun :))
∘ ❁ ∘
The street lights turned on one by one. A distant but radiant chirp reached his ears. The sunset bled onto the trees, creating a golden hue of warmth. Even so, Ashikaga Flower Park felt lonely. The wind whistled a sad tune in his ears and he frowned due to the sudden chill. It's getting late. He should get home before it rains.
The constant buzz of his phone pulled him away from his thoughts. His heart dropped. It was his father. An awful reminder that he should get back home this instant. But the only reason Kuroo was here in the first place was to escape his father's expectations. Expectations that were impossible to reach.
Nonetheless, the boy smiled at the memories of his childhood that crossed his mind. He remembered the days that were full of happiness, with his mom by his side. He remembered when mom had her beautiful smile after eating the flower park's signature ice cream. She was in love with it. He remembered when he was annoyed at mom's never ending teasing after she found out he had a crush. Coincidentally, his mom was best friends with the girl's mother and happened to know of his confession. It was infuriating. She always had her way of knowing everything that happened in his tiny bubble. As he grew older, she grew even more frustrating with her constant invasion of his personal space. Hugs and kisses and cuddles and piggy backs. He was too old for that.
Kuroo grimaced at the thought of his mother. Even though it was too much, she was never short of love. She was always his source of happiness, even if he never said it out loud. All he wanted was for her to come back. All he wanted was for her to stay by his side. To never leave him ever again.
Kuroo felt a familiar stinging on his nose. He pursed his lips just so his mind could focus on a different kind of pain. He held his breath so he could regulate his throbbing heart. Closing his eyes, he scowled at his own pathetic behaviour. It's been years and he's still not used to the pain. He had to stop feeling this way.
Let her go. Stop doing this to yourself.
He tore at his hair while his mind raced with words to stop the pain. He tried so hard to keep his tears in. He hated the way it hurts. It felt like he couldn't breathe. A petal fell onto his face and he bit his lip. He just wanted to be happy. He just wanted her to come back so he would be happy again. Kuroo slapped himself on the forehead, thinking it would keep him from falling apart. It worked.
Thank god there's no one around.
"Kuro?" Y/n approached him, happy to see her childhood friend after all these years. His eyes widened. He recognized her right away. Kuroo opened his mouth in disbelief.
"Y/n," he whispered. Tears escaped without his permission as he turned around. Y/n's heart stopped, covering her mouth at the sight in front of her. Kuroo was a mess. His eyes were red, his eyebags swelling and tear stains everywhere. She had never seen him this vulnerable.
Her hands travelled to the sides of his face, wiping his tears. She opened her arms and pulled the boy into her embrace.
"I'm not going anywhere," her voice cracked. Kuroo's eyes filled up and he tried his best to hold in his gut wrenching sobs.
"It j-just hurts so much," he cried onto her shoulder, gripping her shirt. Hearing this caused her to tear up but all she could was pat his back. His pain hurt her too.
"It's gonna be alright. Just- just let it all out."
"No it's not." She hugged him tighter, keeping in her emotions.
"I'll take care of you. Don't worry about it okay?"
His sobs subsided and his breathing returned to normal. Y/n took his hand, leading him to the nearest restroom.
"Kuroo, close your eyes."
"What're you doing?"
"Putting some cotton pads."
"Wait." Kuroo held Y/n's wrists to stop them from going close to his face. "For what?" Y/n rolled her eyes.
"So your eyes stop swelling." She turned on the tap and soaked the cotton pads then proceeded to place them on top of Kuroo's eyes.
The silence was a bit awkward for Kuroo. He looked around and noticed the way her tight clothes highlighted her figure. She grew up. A lot. Her face was still the same though. He pressed the cotton, releasing some of the water onto his eyes and put them away to start a conversation.
"So… um L/n?" She furrowed her eyebrows.
"Are we on last name terms now?" Kuroo mentally punched himself. He fidgeted on the toilet seat, thinking that he just made it even more awkward.
"It's not fair that you call me Kuro and I call you Y/n." He pouted, waiting for her to respond. She was still busy with her purse.
"You want me to call you Tetsuro?" He nodded. "But it sounds so weird I don't wanna," she whined while fixing bits of her hair.
"You'll get used to it right?"
"Tetsuro, Tetsuro," she cringed, "I hate it."
"Then I'm gonna call you L/n."
"Ew no."
"Why not?"
"I hate it."
"It's just a name, L/n." She gagged at the use of her last name.
"Fine if you hate it that much." Kuroo looked away at the end of their conversation with a slight smile on his face. Even though both of them have grown up and matured, their conversations were still as childish. Kuroo reminisced all the memories they spent at the flower park while Y/n was busy rummaging her bag to find her oil absorbing tissues.
"Do you need help?" Right after he asked, she held up a blue packet in the air with a grin on her face.
"Nope, I found it." She opened it, pulled out a blue sheet of plastic and slapped it onto her nose. She dabbed the blue plastic all around her face while looking in the mirror. Soon enough, the plastic turned a different colour. He raised an eyebrow at her actions. Soon enough she caught him staring and offered him the packet.
"What's that," he asked, eyeing the blue sheets.
"They absorb the oil on your face so your face won't be oily." Kuroo hesitantly took a piece and dabbed it all over his face just like Y/n did. She scoffed in disbelief as Kuroo's sheet was still blue.
"Nothing's happening?"
"There's no way your skin is drier than mine, the hell?" She grabbed another sheet and pressed it down on his nose. To her surprise, nothing came out. "Are you serious you literally have baby skin," she sulked, pointing at her sheets, "Look at these?!"
"I guess I was just born with great skin, huh?" he winked while Y/n looked away, muttering something under her breath. She caught a glimpse of something on his arm. She tugged at it and her eyes widened.
"You have a pimple… on your arm," she said, in shock. She burst into laughter. "You got baby skin but I guess your showers aren't clean enough, pfft." He swatted her hands away and pulled his arms to his chest.
"It's just one pimple goddamnit."
"Oh look there's another one there."
"AAARGJHS." Kuroo huffed as Y/n giggled. Suddenly a gasp emitted from her mouth.
"Do you remember the ice cream we used to get when we were little?"
"You hungry?"
"It's still early, we should be able to get some, come on." She led him out of the restroom and they walked side by side, a little distance between them. She noticed Kuroo getting further and further away. Y/n grabbed his fingers and held him close. "Why are you so far away, gosh it's not like I have cooties."
"Ew~ cooties," he cried in a high pitched voice, "Y/n let go your palms are so damn sweaty."
"Be grateful that I wanted to hold your hand in the first place."
"What?"
Silence. "You wanted to hold my hand?" She nodded. "Ew! Y/n let go."
"No."
"Just let go for a while."
"No."
"You're being touchy."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are. Are you sure you're Y/n?"
"I promised I'd take care of you… right?" Her innocent gaze and her sincerity caused Kuroo to stop in his tracks. He covered his face that was growing red with his free hand.
"You're so not her today." He escaped her grip and put both hands in his pocket, wiping the sweaty palms she gave him.
"So…" she stopped in front of him, "do you wanna talk? About it?"
"No. Not really." He looked away to avoid her eye contact. He didn't want her to know what's going on. Of course he trusted her, he just didn't want to talk about it.
"What about now?" She handed him enough money for 2 ice creams.
"Are you seriously trying to bribe me?"
"I want you to buy ice cream for the both of us but okay, Tetsuro kun." A glint in his eyes surfaced. He quickly grabbed the money and zoomed to line up for Ashikaga Flower Park's signature ice cream. Y/n smirked at his behaviour. He became so cooperative just because she called him by his first name.
Kuroo returned with his half eaten purple ice cream cone on one hand and Y/n's on the other. She said a small thank you that didn't go unnoticed by Kuroo. He remembered when she was too quiet to say anything, when she wasn't as polite as she was now.
"L/n,"he said as he devoured the cone, "you grew up well."Kuroo flashed his signature sloppy smile while Y/n tilted her head in confusion.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Her head spun with questions. 'Grew up well'?!'
"You're no longer the little girl my mom and I found under the wisteria." Heat crept up along her face to her ears and she covered her face. She didn't know why she reacted this way. Was it what he said or was it his smile? "You okay?"
"Brain… brain freeze."
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She opened her lips and his hot tongue entered her mouth. Kuroo's fingers trailed down Y/n's arm and she shivered. A light moan escaped his lips as he reached under her shirt when Y/n pulled away. Legs shaking, breath quivering, she said wait.
"You want me to stop?" He whispered. Her eyes darted left and right, toes curling at his voice. She could feel the unfamiliar heat of her body and the pounding of her heart in her ears. His breath tickled her neck and she grimaced at the stimulation. She was trying her best to fix her shaky breathing but Y/n felt so excited all she could focus on were his lips.
"It's not… it's not right." She held onto the lamp post.
"What do you mean?"
"I h-have a boyfriend."
Kuroo's heart plunged. He stood, frozen under the lights with his eyes wide open. "I mean… I had a boyfriend. He broke up with me. Just 2 weeks ago," her voice cracked. "We were together for a really… really long time and it feels so weird without him." Kuroo enveloped her with a hug, tracing circles on her back.
"What's his name?" Y/n didn't respond.
After a few minutes he cheekily slapped her butt. She hit his shoulder lightly and yelled, "What was that for?!"
"Just look at that fat ass," he sniggered, rocking her body back and forth in his arms.
"You're so weird," she said as her ears turned red and her mouth curved slightly.
"So… do you wanna talk about it?"
"No. Not really," she mocked Kuroo and their laughs filled up the silence of the park. He squinted his eyes to see the clock on the other side of the street.
"You know… it's getting really late." He let go of her body and put his hands in his pocket.
"No," she gripped his waist and pulled him back towards her, "A little bit longer. Please." The desperation in her voice caused him to stop breathing for a moment. He smiled at her honesty. She's just like a little kid.
Y/n caught a petal in the palm of her hand. "Look! It's so pretty," she cooed as she looked at Kuroo, "just like you."
His breath shortened and heat dominated his face. He retracted his arms from her body and covered his mouth.
"How are you so smooth?!" He croaked while Y/n cackled.
"You're so cute when you blush," she cackled.
"Shut up," he whined.
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"I'm home," Y/n shouted as she entered her house, taking off her shoes. Her mother appeared in the hallways, saying a small hi before she exited to the kitchen. Y/n took off her coat, smiling endlessly. She had a wonderful time and her heart felt like it would explode.
"What's wrong with you?" Her mother asked, mortified at her daughter's face.
"What do you mean?!"
"All your smiling makes me sick," her mother said sarcastically as she made a disgusted face. Y/n could only respond with laughter.
I was smiling the whole time?
She didn't even realize it.
Y/n hugged her teddy bear as she closed her eyes to go to sleep. She grinned once again before her mind drifted away because all she could picture was Kuroo's face.
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"You smell like Y/n," Kenma said. Kuroo's eyes widened.
"What does she even smell like?" he asked, suspicious of Kenma's sense of smell. "She doesn't really smell like anything though?"
"So you met her?"
"Yeah. It was great." Kenma smiled at him. After a few minutes of silence, he turned off the lights.
"Goodnight."
Kuroo laid down with a grin on his face, as he tossed and turned all night. For some reason, he couldn't sleep. There was an unsettled feeling in his gut but he couldn't figure out what it was.
He jolted awake and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"KENMAAA! I FORGOT TO ASK HER FOR HER NUMBERRRRR!" Kuroo continued screaming in agony while tearing at his hair. Kenma threw a pillow at him.
"I don't know where she lives or what school she goes to? What the fuck am I gonna do?!"
"I have her instagram," Kenma yawned.
"WHAT WHERE?"
"I'll show you tomorrow."
"NO NOW." Kenma frowned, reluctantly pulling his phone out his pocket.
"That's her right?" Kuroo stared at her instagram page. Her full name was her username so it wasn't impossible for Kenma to find her. However, Kuroo couldn't tell if it was her by just her profile picture. He tried scrolling up and down to find more pictures of her but all it did was refresh the page. He tried examining her bio carefully and found four familiar kanji right at the end.
"Is that Fukurodani?" Kenma and Kuroo locked eyes.
"That's Bokuto san's school," Kenma said while eyeing Kuroo's reaction and noticed the unease in his eyes. "What's wrong?" Kuroo bit his lip.
"Y/n said something about… an ex boyfriend. She didn't say who."
Part 2 coming soon
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Hi I was wondering if I could drop by a request of kuroo getting drunk and starts flirting with his s/o and they tell him they have a boyfriend and he starts crying even though he is their boyfriend
oh my god i love this so much no joke i’m-
"i have a boyfriend”
masterlist | kuroo tetsurou
you groan as you carry kuroo into your shared home, “why are you...so...heavy?” you huff as you drop him on to the couch and look down at him, he’s smirking up at you.
“hey beautiful.” you can’t help but snort and shake your head. “you come here often?” you sigh and begin to make your way to your kitchen to get him some water.
“i live here, actually.”
“woah, really?” he sits himself up and stares at you with wide eyes- how drunk did he get? you swore you had been counting his drinks but you wouldn’t put it past him to sneak a few. “so you brought me back to your place?” he asked as he wiggled his brows. “was this your plan the whole night?”
“totally.” you say as you hand him the water, “drink.” he grins and takes the water.
“so, do you like,” he snickered at himself before continuing with a sauve- or at least trying to appear sauve- look, ”do you have 11 protons? Cause you're sodium fine. “ your eyes widened and then you let out a groan.
“you can remember how many protons sodium has but you don’t remember we’re dating, of course, why not.” you mumble to yourself, before grinning mischevious- an evil little plan hatching in your mind.
“actually, tetsu, i should’ve told you this but...” you bit your bottom lip, “i have a boyfriend.”
“wait what?” his face drops and he sets the water down on the table and stares at you with narrowed eyes, before his lip jutted out and his shoulders slumped. “really?” you nod, getting ready to tell him the truth but then he...he started crying?
“t-tetsurou!?” you move towards him, straddling his lap and wipping away his tears. “what’s wrong?” he sniffles, letting you wipe away his tears.
“you have a boyfriend, but i wanted to be your boyfriend!” he exclaims, letting his head fall back a little and sniffling some more. you can’t help but laugh a bit and shake your head before placing a kiss to his lips.
“you are my boyfriend, tetsurou.” he freezes before whipping his head back up- bumping your foreheads together. “ow!” you frown as you rub your forehead. “tetsu...” you say sternly.
“we’re dating?”
you can’t even be mad- he looks so cute like this! you want to take a picture but you have no clue where your phone is at the moment. his eyes wide, brows furrowed upwards, lips out in a pout, a sniffling mess but he looked so innocent and child-like.
“yes,” you laugh, “for like...three years.”
“three years!? this....this is so cool! wait, how did i even get someone like you? you’re a total babe?”
“i hate to break this to you, but you’re a total babe too.”
“i-i am?” he sniffles again, eyes beginning to tear up once more. “babe! thats so sweet!” he says, leaning forward and resting his head in the crook of your neck. “i’m so glad we’re dating.” you smile and run your hands through his hair.
“me too, baby, me too...”
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you are allowed to take a break. you don’t have to write if you don’t feel like it.
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your first draft is going to suck. every first draft or every book has sucked. i’ll get better and better as you edit. that’s what editing is for, making your work actually good.
experiment. try out new routines, new styles, new genres. it’ll never harm you. you’ll gain experience and become a better writer. you’ll understand what suits you and what doesn’t.
you don’t need publishing to be a writer. publishing is just an option but if you don’t want to you can just keep your writing to yourself.
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Horny fire 😑 but why is this me
Welcome to HaikyuuWriter’s Monthly Prompt Event!
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Golden Week — write about Japan’s Golden Week. Does your character(s) have to work? Since they have the whole week off, do your characters get into something crazy? Do they stay home and spend all their time online?
Mothers’ Day — write about Mothers’ Day. Meeting an s/o’s mother for the first time? Visiting a grave and paying respects? Fluffy moments for a couple with kids? Or is your pairing considering kids?
May Flowers — write about the new blooms. Do your characters go to the Hiroshima Flower Festival? Or do they skip out and go to the Aoba Festival instead and hang out? Thinking of a flowershop au? Does someone send a mystery bouquet? Romantic afternoon under the wisterias? Is this season still taking a toll on your character(s)’ allergies?
New Beginnings — write about starting fresh. Any new friendships? Did someone move in across the street? Did your character get a new job they’re looking forward to? Do your characters like change? Do they start fresh with someone they used to have history with?
Prom — write about your character(s)’ prom. Did they ask anyone or did someone ask them? Did they get rejected? Is it super romantic or a complete disaster? Does the afterparty get busted or does everything go smoothly?
Mental Health Awareness Month — bring awareness to the importance of mental health. Normalize and highlight healthy coping mechanisms! Or write about a character helping another or working through their situation. Does your character prefer to handle things alone? Do they learn more about themselves? Make sure you don’t glorify or romanticize this topic and please be sensitive for those reading.
A has finally figured out the perfect Golden Week date, but B has plans to themselves. Will one person get their way, or will they find a compromise before the week is up?
A helps B take care of a young relative for the day. Does parenthood come easy to them, or are they thinking it’s not for them?
A spent weeks putting together the perfect outing for their date. Then, B is put out of commission one way or another, and A has to find a way to bring the flowers to them.
A is invited to a blind date with their friend, where they meet B. A and B end up alone together for most of the night. How does their first meeting turn out?
A had been dreaming of prom night for years. They had the perfect plan, the perfect outfit, the perfect date… then they were dumped the night before. With no one else to turn to, they turn to B for help.
A has been distant lately and B takes A on a ‘New and Improved’ makeover ‘date’ (it can be platonic or not).
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fuckboy! iwaizumi
— fuckboy au masterlist !! ♡
you’ve known iwaizumi since you were kids and you forgot when or why the two of you became so close but you both take into account how dull life would be without each other
growing up, you took on the golden girl role— acing tests and topping classes as easy as that
you were the dream student, the darling of every parent and everyone in school made sure you knew that they knew that
iwaizumi on the other hand didn’t really see any prospect in that happening for him
he was already doing his most in the school volleyball club and that was definitely enough in his book
iwa’s the type of guy to hardly show up in class and when he does it most likely has something to do with you
you: omfg if i tell that girl from 2nd year all the pros of spending time with you will you go to school for a full week this time
iwaizumi: no but its cute that you’re trying ❤️
he had a reputation around school and you were well aware of it
as his best friend you had a nagging feeling that you should’ve been stopping him when he shows up with a different girl from the one he told you about last week
but knowing iwa, he was either gonna ignore you or just laugh it off like he usually does
your friends often see you hanging out with him and they’re always trying to warn you that he’s reputable for being a heartbreaker and you’re just like ????
first of all, how could they say those mean things about ur best friend !!!!
and secondly, you already knew that he was a lying uncommitted piece of trouble, you didn’t need to be warned !!
besides, you two have been so close since you could remember, iwaizumi could never dare to do you like that
you’re the only girl he’s kept around for more than a week and even though you’ve told him numerous times that that wasn’t a compliment, it still warmed your heart in a way
iwaizumi: i just got dumped :/ now i have to hit up someone new to spend the night with
you, genuinely amazed: look on the bright side 💫💖👑 i hope it blinds you ✨🧚🏻♀️
the truth is that you were completely repulsed by the idea that he could go through women like clothes but you wouldn’t deny that there was a reason behind that
he was basically a 5’10 calvin klein model with the skills to play professional volleyball any day
as far as anyone was concerned, he was just someone who had a lot of free time and numerous trust issues
it was a wonder how you could stand to be around him especially when he’s with other girls like that and you could certainly live better off without the hate you get almost everyday from his ex flings
but in all your years of friendship, you can’t recall a single time iwaizumi wasn’t there for you
if you needed a ride to school, he’d drop whatever whoever he was doing and drive you there, if you forgot to eat a meal that day, he’d swoop in and take you to the nearest mcdonald’s drivethru
you were the only one he trusted and even if he got on your nerves sometimes you can’t say that you didn’t trust him too
the worst thing he ever did to you was give you a mini heart attack when one friday evening he came knocking on your window like a lunatic
you: you’re insane if you think i’m letting you in
iwaizumi: but i brought food
you: aight bet
the minute you opened your window, your heart dropped as soon as he entered, visible bruises and blood on his lips
he had a brown bag of mcdonald’s in his right hand, gently bringing it to your stunned figure with a shy smile, “told you i brought food,”
you put down the bag, immediately grabbing his hand and pulling him into your bathroom where you kept your medicine cabinet
your heart is racing, the sheer amount of blood on his clothes enough to freak you out
you sit him down on the counter, ignoring the his reassurance that he was fine and that you didn’t have to go through all this trouble
you bite down on your lower lip hard, trying to stop the tears that prickled
“apparently this girl i was with had a boyfriend and he didn’t really like it when i took her out,” he says, a sheepish smile on his face
you don’t respond, unable to stop your hand from pressing harder on his wounds once you heard the reason why
“ow!” he says, but he lowers back down when he sees your hurt look
“i was really worried,” you tell him, sighing as you dabbed the alcohol covered cotton as light as you can
he’s genuine when he breathes out, an apologetic grin as he says, “i know, i’m sorry.”
for the first time that night, you smile, rolling your eyes at the rarity of a serious moment like this one
you: you look like shit
iwaizumi: you should’ve seen the other guy
you: was he hot 🥺
iwaizumi: why am i friends with you
you finish patching up his face with bandaids, softly amused and grateful that the only ones you had left had hello kittys on them
“all done,” you grin, “next time you get beat up, go to a doctor or one of your girls, the blood is seriously disgusting.”
iwaizumi laughs, pulling you into a loose hug, “you’re the only girl i know with a medicine cabinet,”
“that’s why i’m the best girl you know,” you tell him with a huff, pushing him off as you leave the room.
iwa sighs, and he’s doing his best to ignore the racing of his heart to be that close to you, “you’re not wrong there.”
