"So... what are we now?" With Kurodai?
The question didn’t come as a surprise to Daichi. The timing, though. The timing of the question caught him a little off guard. They were in bed, naked, trying to catch their breaths after a vigorous workout. The best workout of Daichi’s life, if he wanted to be completely honest with himself. Then Kuroo turned to him, looked him up and down, and asked the mistimed question.
“So,” Kuroo drawled, “what are we now?” Daichi leaned up on his elbows, contemplating the man beside him. They’d done this a few times now. Or was it a few dozen? Either way, they’d fallen into this arrangement a little out of necessity and a little out of curiosity. They’d never discussed parameters. Daichi supposed it was time they did.
“What do you want us to be?” Daichi asked. He wanted to hear it from Kuroo. To make sure they were heading where Daichi thought - no, where he hoped - they were heading.
“I don’t fucking know!” Kuroo slumped onto his back, throwing his arms over his eyes. Daichi took a moment to really look at Kuroo.
Since the high school training camps, Daichi had known Kuroo would be a forceful presence in his life. Kuroo was smart and strong, leading a team of predatory cats straight to Nationals. And he was stupidly pretty, even with his hair sticking up at odd ends. And Daichi was currently the luckiest man on earth to be in this wonderful man’s bed.
Daichi was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to kiss that dumb face. So he does. Startling Kuroo ever so slightly.
“I need honesty, Kuroo. I don’t want to do anything that could hurt you,” Daichi hoped his voice was soft and encouraging. He hoped he was conveying enough to crack the armour Kuroo was wearing. He hoped, he hoped, he hoped.
“I…” Kuroo paused, swallowed hard, and sat up, levelling Daichi with a serious and terrified look. “I want this to be more. I want to wake up and you’re still here in the morning. I want to go on dates, and picnics, and I want to make horrible food for you because I can’t cook for fucking shit, and I want you to be my boyfriend!” Kuroo was huffing and puffing by the end. It made Daichi blush, remembering that they were huffing and puffing for a very different reason moments ago. Daichi lunged forward and wrapped Kuroo up in his arms.
“Yes. Yes to all of it,” he breathed into Kuroo’s shoulder. “Except maybe the cooking. I can cook. I’m a decent cook.” Daichi felt Kuroo’s arms come around his back and hold him tight.
“I guess we’ll take turns cooking,” Kuroo said.
“I guess I’ll make breakfast tomorrow then,” Daichi replied. He peeled himself away from Kuroo’s shoulder, moving his hands to cup his pretty, precious boyfriend’s face and kissed him hard.













