for a little jealousy !!! "i'm two seconds away from throwing a punch."
☼ PROMPTS FOR A LITTLE JEALOUSY
[bokuroo edition]
1,325 word count
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"I'm two seconds away from throwing a punch."
"What?" Hearing that stalls Kuroo's hand that had been patting a tissue down the length of his thigh. He resumes his movements after a second because he just cannot stand the feeling of cold wetness━ his own fault for turning at the worst time and accidentally colliding into the waiter that had been carrying their refill of iced waters to them. "What are you talking about?"
"That guy's looking at you like he wants to eat you instead of his meal." Kuroo pauses again. Bokuto sounds pissed. He looks up and Bokuto's face is carefully neutral, but Kuroo had long become an expert at reading his eyes; the annoyance there is palpable.
He observes him for a second longer, before following his gaze to whatever guy that's rubbing him the wrong way. There's someone sitting a few tables away from them, that tears his eyes away the instant Kuroo looks over━ specifically, tears his eyes from the sight of his dripping wet thigh.
Oh.
"I'm not sure anyone would survive a punch from you, Kou." Kuroo jokes, trying to make light of the situation per their usual antics. Bokuto's eyes only darken further, so Kuroo decides that this is a Plan B Alternative moment. "Don't, Koutarou. I swear. You'll kill your career along with him and I'm not going to let you do that, it's not worth it."
"You're always worth it, Tetsu." Bokuto frowns like Kuroo's the one talking nonsense right now, and his eyes flicker with irritation again. "I just hate the way he's looking at you. Your legs. It's disrespectful."
Kuroo feels himself soften at that. Bokuto's the sweetest man alive, that has always been a known fact but it still gets to him every single time. He's protective, fiercely so, even in the moments he might be feeling jealous and possessive.
Kuroo balls the tissue up and puts it aside before taking one of Bokuto's warm hands in his. It's enough to bring his boyfriend's attention to him, especially when Kuroo places Bokuto's palm over his━ still uncovered but thankfully drier━ thigh. Bokuto's eyes widen and a little of the ire melts away.
Kuroo smiles, "Thank you, Kou. I love you."
It's an instantaneous effect.
Suddenly Bokuto doesn't look anything like the serious man he'd been just seconds before. His entire expression turns adoring, big puppy eyes that look at Kuroo like he's just been handed the world's best thing on a plate.
Kuroo has to hide his laugh at the drastic switch-up. He doesn't know since when, but he's gotten into the habit of saying those 6 exact words whenever Bokuto says or does something that makes Kuroo's heart balloon painfully in his chest. And every single time, Bokuto has the same reaction.
He's really something. Words can never be enough to describe this feeling.
"Tetsu, I love you too." Just the tone of his voice tells Kuroo all about the love Bokuto speaks of; Kuroo is a lucky, lucky man. Bokuto's eyes shine all lovestruck, but his mouth curls into a pout as he seems to remember what they were talking about. "... Are you sure I can't give you my pants to wear though?"
"And leave you walking home pantsless? That's also going to ruin your career." Kuroo can't help but snort at the suggestion. He can fit into Bokuto's sweats, sure... but the same can't be said for Bokuto fitting into his trousers.
"Ugh." Bokuto deflates. That scrunched up face is way too cute. Kuroo finally lets loose his laugh as he rubs his fingers over his boyfriend's knuckle, "It's fine, Kou. Let's just go home. The sooner I get out of these, the better."
Bokuto nods in agreement, only too eager to leave. They stand up together, and okay... Kuroo lets him stand on the side of his naked thigh, blocking the view of anyone who might want to sneak a peek. He's secretly endeared, especially as he catches Bokuto sending the man who'd been peeking one last glare as they walk past.
Bokuto's glares are sharp when he means them; Kuroo has to smack him on the back to tell him not to overdo it.
The walk home is filled with a comfortable silence. Kuroo really wants to get out of these trousers as soon as possible; he'd opted not to roll the bunched up part back down so that it wouldn't create puddles on the ground as he walks, but keeping it rolled up means there are little water droplets just trailing slowly to his calves.
It's uncomfortable to say the least. Bokuto glances at him as he wrinkles his nose, then his boyfriend looks down.
"Are you doing the same thing that guy did?" Kuroo teases when that gaze doesn't leave after a few seconds. He laughs as Bokuto startles, bristling just a little bit and shooting his eyes up to Kuroo's face.
"What? No, I'm not!" Bokuto's insistent voice makes it hard not to laugh some more. "How is it the same?? It's not the same! I'm your boyfriend so I'm allowed to look, right, Tetsu?" Kuroo can't even get a word in as Bokuto barrels on and on, it's impossible not to find it hilarious.
"Like, if we're gonna get into it, it's not fair that he got to look at this for free! Only I should have that, uh... that privilege!" That does it for Kuroo. He pffts as Bokuto continues his mini-rant, gesticulating wildly, "We need to start bringing an extra pair of pants when we go out, Tetsurou, so this never happens again━hey, you're laughing!? Tetsu, I'm being serious━"
The rest of the words are drowned out by Kuroo's loud hyena-like laughter. He clutches at his stomach, the rise of his boyfriend's whining going in one ear and out the next. He means to listen, really, but it tickles so bad he's too busy fighting for air. The only small mercy is that the streets are generally empty at this time of the night, or else Kuroo is sure he would frighten someone with his ridiculous cackling.
By the time he has it somewhat under control, Bokuto's grumbling to himself, arms crossed. His face is pinched in a way that has Kuroo wanting to lean forward to kiss. God, what is he supposed to do with this?
"Kou, c'mon. You know, the quicker we get home, the faster I can get out of these pants and... maybe I'll ask you for help?"
Something in his tone must appeal to Bokuto because his grumbling comes to an abrupt stop. He turns to Kuroo with furrowed brows, a hint of curiosity in his expressive golden eyes. "... Help?"
Kuroo grins, reaching to fix the collar of Bokuto's jacket after making sure they're well and truly alone on this street. Of course, Bokuto's jacket collar doesn't need fixing; his real aim is to brush his fingers lightly over his boyfriend's collarbone, an extra hint as to what he means with his words. "Help me with getting it off? It's already sticking to my skin."
He can see the way the cogs turn in Bokuto's brain as he stares at Kuroo for a long second. Kuroo also sees the exact moment it finally clicks; those golden eyes flicker in sudden interest and he's making a hasty grab for Kuroo's arm.
"Let's get home right now." Ah, if Kuroo hasn't already known him for years, the duality would have given him whiplash about a thousand times by now. "No take backs, Tetsu━ you'll let me help! All the way."
And as Bokuto drags him by his arm down the street, just 5 minutes way from home━ less with the way his boyfriend's literally stampeding towards his destination━ Kuroo can only laugh. Again.
He can't imagine wanting to take his words back. There isn't a future where that happens in his mind;
Aa im here for the drabble ask game- "persistent" for bokuroo please :))
"Stop being so damn persistent!"
"I'm being persistent!? You're the one who's— Hey! That's cheating!"
"It's called using what you have in your disposal, Bo. Not my fault if you can't figure out the controls~"
"Not fair!!! You've played with Kenma since forever ago, you—"
"Well then you should just take the loss gracefully! Stop chasing— What the— Don't you dare use that—"
"Why not? I'm using what I have in my disposal!"
There's the sound of a scandalized gasp as a button is mercilessly pressed. On screen, a blue shell chases down a kart and hones in until it explodes on impact with the vehicle.
... ... ...
"You absolute cheater!? I swear the blue shell should be banned, you're right at my tail just because of it... Just give up already! It's no use if you can't figure out how to drift!"
"No way!!! Did you forget, Kuroo, I'm good at chasing down slinky cats, especially if I'm right at their tails! That's how I caught you!?"
A surprised noise pierces the air. The same kart veers off its path once more, but neither player are paying attention any longer, too busy looking at each other.
... ... ...
"... You really are so damn persistent."
"But you love it."
"... I do."
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oops it went beyond the word limit but waaaa mario kart shenanigans !!! and of course fluff bc who would i be without it <3
"You know, I've come to realise... you blush easier than I thought you would."
"Hah?"
There's no verbal response. Instead, there's a hand sweeping past the mess of his bangs, pushing strands of hair back before carefully cupping his cheek.
"..."
"..."
"There! You're blushing right now! Over here..." A tender brush of thumb over cheek, "and more obviously, here..."
That thumb travels to the tip of an ear and Kuroo shivers, instantly swatting Bokuto's hand away. He feels himself warm infinitely more— both at the feeling and the statements.
"Stop that—"
"Why? It's cute!"
Bokuto beams and doesn't let Kuroo shove him away, instead pressing in to pepper Kuroo's face with kisses.
"I like it when you blush, and I like it even more when it's because of me. I hope I keep seeing it for a long time, Tetsu."
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word count: 139
i count it as a win... at the expense of it ending juuust a lil cliffhanger-y lskdfs
“I used to do this when I was younger,” Sylvain says, simply.
Dimitri stops. Stares, fingers pausing and hovering above the keys.
“What?”
“Haha, I know. You can’t see it in me, right?” The laughter that comes is easy, open. Dimitri’s traitorous, love-stricken heart jumps.
His eyes follow the footsteps as Sylvain sidles up to him, and quite unceremoniously plops himself down beside Dimitri. The heat that seeps through from their suddenly pressed together thighs is enough to make Dimitri feel a little heady.
There’s a small, non-committal hum as Sylvain’s long, long fingers trail along the piano keys - testing, gentle. Dimitri can’t help the thought: he wishes those fingers were trailing alongside his jaw instead. Sylvain’s hand cupping his cheek, and Dimitri would let his eyes flutter shut, voices in his head stilling for once under the comforting weight of Sylvain’s hand, because Dimitri is a fool, because Dimitri has these feelings -
He cuts the thought before it can develop any further, shuddering breaths leaving his lips in puffs. Luckily for him, Sylvain doesn’t notice, amber eyes deeply focused on the apparition before him.
“I haven’t done this in a long time ...” And Dimitri does not know what that meant, whether it was a statement or a thought or a warning. But then Sylvain plays, and -
And Dimitri is stricken. His heart thumps, wild in abandon as he watches those fingers travel from key to key, graceful in the way Dimitri has never seen Sylvain, and in fact Dimitri has never seen Sylvain this quiet before, this focused, this soft.
It’s not perfect, the tune is off at times and Sylvain has to restart his melody more than thrice before muscle memory kicks in, but Dimitri is enraptured all the same. He never knew this side of Sylvain. He never knew Sylvain could or even knew how to play the piano.
Like this, Sylvain looks breathtakingly, dastardly handsome. And Dimitri always thinks he’s handsome, but not like this. Not like this: with softened eyes burning in memory and warmth, stray red strands falling into his face as Sylvain leans forward, slight and subconscious, lips blossoming into a nostalgic smile as he lets the music flow and carry him onwards.
This look of concentration is - priceless, precious, like he’s intruding in on something he shouldn’t. Dimitri can only gaze, wide-eyed in adoration, and commit every single detail of this moment to memory.
