So he was a bit, obsessed. You could say that, although he’d get highly offended. There were websites that tracked the infamous superhero, and of course he visited them, He was almost desperate to know who the guy was, because well, in all actuality, Spider-man was his hero. He couldn’t dislike the guy. And he just, really needed to understand him, or her, whoever it may be. Though, presumably a male.
He felt a smirk cross his face and he practically shouted with glee. “He has to be somewhere close to us you know? He’s seen on campus so often.” He spoke, He couldn’t be happier with this information Not only would he soon decipher who it was, but, well, he was close to Spider-man, that was truly amazing. “Maybe he goes to school here! Or lives close, wouldn’t that be cool?” He mumbled out loud, although it was more so or himself.
Turning the pages of her magazine, Kiyoko
hummed an old nursery rhyme to herself as
she but her bottom lip.
Despite just having a snack, she couldn't help
but feel a slight pang of hunger strike at her
core. She frowned.
“Hey Tetsurō..? Do you wanna paint the baby's
room today?" While she didn't like the fact that
she'd woken up early, thanks to a certain grum
-bling tummy, Kiyoko couldn't help but think that
today was teh day she could get things done.
Kiyoko…" His hands were shaking, not knowing if he would be able to stand up straight in her presence. He couldn’t tell if she was happy to see him or not. "I know…we went our separate ways…" Kuroo figured it was now or never; he already made peace with the fact that she would reject him. "I can’t do it, Kiyo." His voice lowered. "I can’t live without you."
Kuroo hadn’t meant to cry, to break down like this. He was strong, a rock, solid, unmoving. He was supposed to be that kind of man for her. “I tried, Kiyo. I really did.” He took a deep breath. “There was a girl in America; a pretty blonde thing. She always wore short skirts and bright red lipstick; it got all over my clothes.” His breathing was unstable; he could feel that stinging sensation start to form at the corners of his eyes.
"I almost had sex with her…we were both drunk, probably high too, I don’t really remember. But when we were naked, I just saw her for the first time and thought…’This isn’t Kiyoko.’ She wasn’t the girl I loved." Kuroo grimaced; his knees were all wobbly as he thought back to that moment. "I couldn’t touch her again…because I felt like I had cheated. And, I guess I kind of did since we made out a lot and she gave me a couple blowjobs too." That was probably TMI but he was already rolling downhill and quickly gaining speed.
As much as he wanted to close the distance between them, take her in his arms like he had done months ago, he kept his distance. “You’re probably dating Daichi now, huh? I don’t blame you; he’s smart and handsome and won’t ever leave you even if the world tried to pull you apart.” Kuroo bit his lip; he didn’t want to imagine Kiyoko with Daichi, him being the one to kiss her, hold her, be able to live between her thighs, making her moan out “Daichi! Daichi! Daichi” and not “Tetsu!” in her squeaky, lust-riddled cries as he thrust and thrust and thrust and…
Once the tears started to fall, they did not stop. He fell to his knees; she probably already moved on and here he was stuck in the past. How he ached to touch her lips, to see her smile, to hold her in his arms. Kuroo had been too late. “I love you, Kiyoko.” He couldn’t see, the tears blinding him. Kiyoko blinded him. “I love you so much I could die.”
So... everyone else had been right.
Upon hearing that he'd returned to Japan, she was ecstatic. Months and months of not being able to talk to him, knowing that he was focused on his studies, all seemed to fade away at that very moment.
She was finally gonna be with him again.
Or was she?
He was tense, shaking, even. She didn't understand it, maybe he was just nervous about trying to explain why he'd lost contact with her. But she knew why. He wanted to focus, to get the most out of the offer that'd been handed to him... at least that was what she thought she knew.
He's cheating on you, he has to be. No boyfriend just leaves and doesn't call or text. You have a million mile long line of boys wanting to date you, and Daichi is at the first of the line-- get with him.
He tried...?
He tried?
How do you have to try to not cheat on your girlfriend? Was he honestly that desperate for sex, or anything else, that he had to 'try' and not give in?
She couldn't even listen to what he had to say anymore. He wouldn't look at her, and all she can think of now is how everyone in her life was right, telling her that he wasn't good enough-- that he was going to leave her any day at any given moment. And then, periwnkle hues began to burn at the thought of him with anyone else, touching them and even just breathing the same air they shared between parted lips, she had to fight the bile that surged it's way up her throat. What was she even supposed to say now?
He’s smart and handsome and won’t ever leave you, even if the world tried to pull you apart.
'That's supposed to be us...' she wanted to say, the words unable to find their way to her lips. 'You and I...'
"We were--" Kiyoko could only choke out the words before he fell, dropping to his knees in a frenzy of tears. She couldn't stand to see him cry, he wasn't supposed to cry, at least not around her; not like this...
Tears of her own began pouring from her eyes, all this time she was waiting, expecting him to call on her birthday or New Years; but he never did and she could never bring herself to cry then. And now, months later, it was all hitting her at once.
Just a few seconds ago.. she was happy.
Where did all that go?
"Then go die.." she told him, immediately regretting the choice of words after. "I don't--" Kiyoko shook her head, wanting the tears to stop in fear of looking weak to him. "I don't want you here!"
cupids-boy replied to your post:senpai ur kurodai reblogs r killin me
but im a perv too so it’s all good <3 i dont like kuro bottoming too much but if its daichi and flip flopping i can handle it :]
Yes we are both pervs together, and considering Daichi is the only other person I ship Kuroo with besidesKiyoko, you know I love them flip flopping, one of them just in the middle of sex just wanting to top or bottom and telling the other one as "seductively" as they can is just great. Especially if they do it like bros XD
cupids-boy replied to your post:Hey there, Shimizu~ Did ya miss me?
He smiled, plopping down beside her and glancing over at her red pen marks. “I missed you the second I got on the bus home.” He half-joked, stretching as he got comfortable next to her.
Turning the clipboard over, she let out a small sigh. "I could tell from your long line of text messages and voice mails," Kiyoko then found herself reaching for his hand. "But.. I missed you too."
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It had been one of those parties, which Kuroo liked to attend in College. He had managed to drag Tsukishima out of his dorm and with him to the party. Tsukishima did not like the parties, and had actually been pretty tired that day. However, after a few shots that had been pushed his way, and he was lying flat on Kuroo’s lap. Talking gibberish and playing with the hem of Kuroo’s shirt, through his eyes he somehow seemed ten times hotter that night. He was certain it was the alcohol, and he was certain that what he was about to say was nothing he meant seriously.
He had climbed his way up to talk in to Kuroo’s ear and said, “hey…if I marry you, will you then make love to me?”
Either it wasn’t serious, or it had been something that had been lingering unconsciously in his head. Tsukishima wasn’t certain of that.
"Bokuto put me up to this and he’ll give me hell if I don’t do it." Akaashi sighed, getting down on one knee; there was a plastic spider ring in his hand. "Will you marry me?"
