hi meeya !! your event is so cute hehe could i please request kuroo + glazed donut + mixed !! thank you <3
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⤷ kuroo tetsuro ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚
⊂ word count ; 1.1k (1165)
⊂ content warning ; 400 event 、smau 、summer after high school au 、profanity 、MINIMAL ANGST 、ah kuroo sighs dreamily 、lowkey not proofread.
Kuroo Tetsuro is nothing if not loyal. Whether you text him at six o’clock in the morning, or eleven o’clock at night, he will always answer his phone.
Kuroo Tetsuro is nothing if not loyal. That much is apparent as you watch his car slow to a stop at the edge of the park, a couple yards away from where you're sitting under an awning.
The car shuts off and you hear the door open, but there’s a moment of hesitation before Kuroo actually steps out. He looks at you over the roof of his car and tilts his head. “It’s not raining.”
You smile at him, choosing to ignore the feeling in your stomach that conveniently only happens when he’s around. “I know,” you say with a nod. The wind picks up for a moment and you shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I just wanted you to come enjoy the stars with me.”
Because of the street light right next to his car, you can see him narrow his eyes.
“And I knew you would bring an extra hoodie for me,” you admit with a laugh.
As if on cue, he brings his hand up, revealing a piece of all too familiar red material. He shuts his car door and makes his way over to you, shaking his head as he does so.
“Thank you,” you mumble, reaching for the hoodie. You pull it over your head and don’t worry about how your hair must look. You’ve never had to worry about what you looked like around Kuroo. Whether you were greasy and smelly, or dressed to the nines, you know he’ll always be there.
“So why are you really out here?” He asks, taking a seat next to you. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and looks at you with raised eyebrows. Count on Kuroo to look straight through your facade.
You don’t look back at him, choosing to keep your eyes on the stars. If you look closely, you can make out constellations. You can feel Kuroo’s eyes on the side of your face, but you sigh dreamily and lean forward. “Aren’t the stars beautiful?”
“We graduated.” Your eyes don’t move from the stars. “High school is over. Those three years that shaped us as humans— they’re over. We’ll go to university and probably never talk to our friends again. Kenma and Yaku and Lev— we’re probably only to see them every two years at a coincidental grocery store run-in.”
When you look at him, you can feel the tears stinging at your eyes. “I think,” you whisper, “I think I peaked in high school and— and my life is just downhill from here.”
For a long, excruciating moment, Kuroo is silent. He stares into your big, wet eyes and doesn’t say anything. What can only be a couple seconds feels like forever— like taffy being stretched.
An arm wraps around your shoulders and suddenly you’re surrounded by a warmth that is impossible to describe. His smell— leather and something you could never quite place— invades your nostrils, breaking down the barrier that was holding your tears back.
It’s not a lot of tears, but you’re still crying, getting wet spots all over Kuroo’s hoodie— the one he’s wearing, not the one you’re wearing.
You don’t know how long you sit there like that. Long past the end of your tears, his head rests on top of your own, arms wrapped around you.
“We graduated,” Kuroo finally repeats, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen around you. You sniffle and wait for him to continue. “We graduated and we’re going to graduate again. In four years, when we finish university. Our friends will still be here, our family’s will still be here.” He pauses and pulls away from you. “I’ll still be here, idiot.”
You roll your eyes, but can’t stop a smile from forming on your face.
“Come on, Y/n.” He laughs lightly. “You don’t really think that, do you? You really think I’ll ever leave Kenma alone? And Yaku? He’s kept us alive throughout high school, how could we get rid of him now?”
You blink a couple times. Because, yeah, he’s right. You’ll never admit it, but Kuroo is right 50% of the time. “Okay.” You nod and sniffle again, wiping your cheeks with the sleeve of your hoodie. “Thank you, Tetsuro. You’re…” you trail off with a sigh.
“Awesome? Handsome? The best friend in the entire world?” He provides answers, smirking the whole time. When you push his shoulder, groaning, he just laughs at you.
Eventually, the laughter dies down, and you’re left staring at the stars once again. Once again, you can feel Kuroo’s eyes on the inside of your face. You turn to him and furrow your brows. “What?”
He opens his mouth, but stops short, clearing his throat instead. “Uh, nothing.” He shakes his head and looks up at the sky. “The moon looks, uh, pretty tonight. One might say it looks lovely.”
A tingle runs down your spine. You know what that means, but does he know what it means? It’s your turn to stare at the side of his face. The slope of his nose. The freckle that sits on his cheekbone. You want to say something, but your mouth is spectacularly dry.
“I should take you home,” he interrupts you, standing up. “It’s late and cold and I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Oh,” you say simply. You stare at the spot he was just sitting in and let out a quick breath. “Okay, yeah. Getting late, right.”
You make your way to the car quickly. For a large portion of the car ride, it’s quiet. Music plays in the background because Kuroo can’t drive without it, but neither of you say anything.
Much too quickly, he’s parked down the street from your house. He knows the routine; park right out front and your parents will get suspicious.
“Thanks,” you mumble, reaching for the door handle.
“Y/n.” You stop and turn towards him, hopeful. His brows are pinched together like he’s in pain, almost. “Uh, be… careful on your way in.”
Inhale. Exhale. “Are you fucking with me?” You ask point blank, hand dropping back to your side. You look at him incredulously and laugh. “Do you love me or not?”
“You said the moon is lovely tonight. Do you— Do you know what that means, or am I being delusional once again?” He swallows so hard you can hear it even over the music. “I… I love you, too. If— If that’s what you’re saying, I mean. If it’s not, we can totally ignore this.”
This time, when you reach for the door, you make a quick escape from the car. You don’t want to be there if Kuroo wasn’t confessing to you.
You hear the car door opened, followed by, “text me! Or I’ll come knock on your door.”
