oh wow, please please KuroDai and "we’re secret friends with benefits and you accidentally wore my shirt to to the party so you’re pretending you came as me and it turns out your impression of me is on point and you know me better than you know myself are you sure you’re not in love with me??"
Hoo boy is this a late one, gomen gomen. I hope this is good enough to make up for the stupidly long wait. Thank you for the prompt!
Daichi doesn’t realize until he’s already through the front door that he’s not wearing his own shirt. He’s halfway through greeting someone when he raises his arm and it just doesn’t feel quite right. A quick glance down only confirms his suspicion, and he makes a split second decision to play it off.
It’s surprisingly easy to imitate Kuroo, so easy that Daichi forgets he’s doing it at all, at least until Kuroo himself corners him and nudges him off to an empty room. Daichi gets distracted with the bite mark he can see barely covered by Kuroo’s collar, the one he remembers putting there himself just before they’d hurriedly left for the party they’d almost forgotten they were supposed to show up at.
Kuroo steps forward and rests his hands on Daichi’s hips, staring down at him, his expression unreadable. “You imitate me awfully well.”
“Ah, yeah?” Daichi drags his gaze away from the intensity in Kuroo’s eyes, looks down at his (Daichi’s) shirt across his chest instead. “I guess so.”
“Maybe too well. Something you wanna tell me, Daichi?”
And his name, in that casual purr, so different from the way Kuroo usually says it, is something that Daichi can’t resist. “I may like you more than our current arrangement would show.”
“Is that so?” Kuroo uses one hand to raise Daichi’s chin, so he can see the relief and something else, something a little familiar and a little not, in those molten gold eyes.
“Yeah.” It’s barely a whisper, drawn out of Daichi more than anything.
“I like you more than that too.” Kuroo’s lips are soft on his, softer than Daichi’s used to. His breath, when he pulls away, is a bare caress across Daichi’s cheek. “Though I can’t pretend to be you quite as well as you can be me.”
“You can make it up by taking me on a date.”
Kuroo pulls back to grin at him, bright and happy. “I can do that. It’ll be the best date ever.” The grin disappears abruptly, and Kuroo frowns in thought. “Does this mean we can’t have sex again until after?”
Daichi can’t keep in the laugh that bubbles up, too relieved that Kuroo shares his feelings, that he didn’t just brush Daichi away like something troublesome. It echoes through the room, bounces between them until Kuroo leans in with a soft smile and kisses him quiet again.
