“The Drunk Leading the Drunker”
Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurō x GN!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Crack, Domestic chaos
Summary: Kuroo breaks a promise and comes home drunk from an office party, prepared to face your wrath. But you’re also drunk—way drunker—and very, very happy to see him.
Kuroo wasn’t sure what scared him more: the guilt swirling in his stomach, or the quiet hum of the apartment as he slid the key into the door.
He wasn’t that drunk. Tipsy, maybe. Warm around the edges, a little too giggly in the Uber. But still capable of rational thought—and all of it was focused on the fact that he had promised you he wouldn’t drink tonight.
“I’ll just have oolong tea,” he’d said that morning, smiling like the responsible man he wanted to be. “It’s just work people, babe. I’ll be home by ten.”
It was nearly midnight. And his breath definitely didn’t smell like oolong tea.
He sighed, bracing himself as he pushed open the door, praying to whatever volleyball god was listening that you were asleep.
Instead:
“TETSUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!”
A blur shot out from the couch, nearly tackling him at the door. He stumbled back with wide eyes as you clung to him like a koala, arms and legs wrapping around him.
“[N-NAME]?!” He blinked, catching your weight as you rubbed your face into his neck like a sleepy cat. “What the hell—are you drunk?!”
You gasped, dramatically, then smushed his cheeks together between your hands.
“You smell like betrayal.”
Kuroo flinched.
“You said you weren’t gonna drink,” you pouted, nose scrunching as your lips turned into a dramatic pout. “I was waiting for you then my best friend dropped by and we drank her Smirnoff, then your wine.”
You kissed his nose.
“Then I drank mine.”
You kissed his cheek.
“Then I made a margarita. But the glass was too big, so I put it in a cereal bowl. And now I’m here. Mwah.”
Another kiss—right on his forehead.
Kuroo stared at you, processing everything. You were flushed, wearing one of his oversized shirts, hair disheveled, and the most dangerous kind of drunk: affectionate and clingy.
He exhaled a shaky laugh.
“You’re absolutely plastered.”
You nodded solemnly. “Like a kindergarten art project.”
“You were supposed to lecture me,” he said, guiding the both of you toward the couch. “Y’know, guilt trip me. Hit me with a shoe or something.”
You gasped. “Violence? Tetsu! I would never. Not when you’re so—sooooo cute!”
You collapsed onto his lap and started peppering kisses all over his face like an overexcited puppy.
“I love your face. And your eyebrows. And your dumb little nose scrunch when you're worried. Are you worried? Don’t worry. I’m drunk enough for both of us.”
Kuroo groaned, laughing as he leaned back against the couch. “God, I was so ready to beg for forgiveness.”
“You are forgiven!” You declared, throwing your arms in the air and promptly falling off his lap.
“Okay—maybe we’re done with that.” He hauled you back up with ease, cradling you against him. “I should’ve texted. I should’ve come home earlier. I really did wanna keep that promise.”
You blinked up at him, finally a bit more lucid. “It’s okay, Tetsu. I trust you. Even when you’re a little dumb.”
He kissed your hair, grinning.
“Next time,” he whispered, “I'm staying home. No office parties. Just wine in cereal bowls and dumb forehead kisses.”
You nodded, already half distracted and playing with his tie against his chest.
“Mmm… deal.”
And just like that, the drunk led the drunker off to bed.
by the time you wake up, kuroo isn’t in bed anymore.
and that’s fine — you’re usually used to this anyways — but today, today is a sunday, and that means it’s actually one of the few times a week the two of you can waste the day away by staying in bed.
so when you roll over this morning, trying to embrace your husband and waking up to the fact that he isn’t there … now that makes you annoyed.
it's barely ten am, but the whirring of the washing machine is what gets you out of bed, your footsteps trudging as you keep a pillow closely tight against your chest.
"you’re doing laundry?" your voice comes out as a groan as you enter the kitchen, the washing machine a few steps beside the sink clearly having a reason to be so loud.
kuroo looks up to see you, his glow filling the room as he gives you a smile, “yes, i am.”
and you grumble, plopping down on the kitchen counter, “why?”
kuroo's sorting through the next pile of clothes he's readying to put in the machine, but for a minute, before he does so, he walks over to where you sat, giving you a quick kiss on the head as he tells you "good morning."
and he walks back to the laundry basket.
“we have no clean clothes.” he tells you, his voice cheery.
and you reply, your voice groggy, “why?”
“why don’t we have clean clothes?” kuroo teases, asking your question back to you, and you love him, but you hate that he's this energetic when it comes to waking up.
it is too early - it's a sunday - and ten am is way too early.
“it’s not laundry day.” you rub at your eyes, waving the rest of your sleep away, and you mutter, “not yet, at least.”
“i wanted to keep myself busy,” kuroo shrugs, looking at you with a lazy grin, “i had nothing left to do after i got back from my run.”
and to this, you blink.
you look at him, “you went running?”
“after i went to the store to pick up some groceries.” he nods, taking a seat on the counter next to you.
so, all morning, whilst you were in bed, he went running, went to the store, and is now doing laundry.
you throw your pillow at him.
(it misses, and he grins, "you’ve got terrible aim." you throw at him again what’s nearest to you — a spoon — and it hits him in the shoulder, and he yells, "i was joking!")
“i can’t believe you,” you scoff, folding your hands over your chest, “you had an entire day while i was asleep.”
kuroo rubs at his shoulder.
and you look at him, “why didn’t you wake me?”
“uhm, excuse me.” he scoffs — loud — “i did try to wake you… repeatedly.”
and you scoff too, huffing lightly as your shoulders rise, “i don’t remember.”
kuroo shakes his head, his mouth falling into a surprised smile as his voice raises, “you bit my hand and threatened to sign divorce papers if i tried to wake you again!"
“that does not sound like me.” you refuse to look at him in disbelief, stubbornly shaking your head as he continues to scoff.
kuroo gives you a look, holding out his left hand as he grins "here," and shows you a bite mark - allegedly, from you - marking his wrist.
“oh my god,” your mouth falls, “i did bite you.”
and honestly, kuroo's more surprised you didn't remember that you bit him more than you actually biting him, because honestly, him trying to wake you up before noon on a sunday? that's on him, that's his fault.
your mouth purses into a teasing smile, “you should’ve tried harder.”
and kuroo rolls his eyes, but the way he grins at you is only full of love, “i was pretty sure i was gonna lose a finger if i tried to wake you again.”
“that’s because it’s a sunday,” you laugh, shoulders rising as you make your point, “and who would wake up before noon on a sunday?”
you tilt your head to look at him, and he does the same. the smile on his face easily matching yours, but there's a specific glint in his eyes that easily tell he's teasing.
“don’t look at me like i’m the crazy person here, i am doing your laundry for you.” he laughs, propping his head up on his right hand as he doesn't feel a single urge to look away now.
and you tease, "at 10 in the morning?"
and kuroo tells you, “you forget that i actually like the mornings.”
“yes,” you agree, humming slightly, “like a freak.”
kuroo laughs again, his shoulders rising with his chest, and it's definitely moments like these that he thanks his past self for doing whatever it was that he did to get him here - with you - now.
you have always been his favorite part of the morning.
he kisses your head, “don’t you sweet talk me.”
and you smile, but he doesn't let you say anything back, because kuroo kisses you again, his smile easily bleeding through your mouth as he does so, and he does it in intervals in which he kisses you once just to pull away just to kiss you all over again.
the last kiss he gives you is longer, his eyes closed, leaning slightly closer to your face, and when he pulls away, the first thing he looks at is you.
“good morning.” kuroo smiles.
and you tell him, grinning, “if you hadn’t gotten up so early, you could’ve kissed me good morning in bed.”
kuroo's smile falls, his eyebrows furrowing, and a loud scoff falling from his mouth as he realizes that - oh my god, he could've done that in bed.
he shakes his head repeatedly, looking over his shoulder to watch the spinning washing machine do it's job, and casually, he looks back to you with an innocent smile on his face.
"i mean -" and he shrugs, "there’s no reason for us to be watching the laundry right now."
you quirk a brow, your smile teasing.
kuroo looks at you, a lazy smile on his face, "we can still go back to bed."
and you laugh, “but coming back to bed isn’t so morning-person of you.”
kuroo shakes his head again, laughing with you as he raises both his hands in denial, “me? a morning person? i hate the mornings.”
and when he stands up from the counter, taking your hand to ask you to stand up with him, you don't resist at all. his eyes crinkling from laughter.
for a second, he just stands there with you, in the middle of the kitchen, his hand in yours, a smile on his face and stars in his eyes, and he absolutely cannot wait to kiss you good morning again.
so he does.
kuroo pulls you in, and it's another kiss just because he wants to, and it's sweet and long, and he's smiling, but he doesn't let that stop him from keeping you close.
he lets you pull away - only with the promise that he's going to kiss you again soon.
“thank you for doing the laundry.” your hands are linked behind his neck, and his arms fall on your waist.
kuroo smiles, so deeply in love with you, “thank you for the hand injury.”
if kuroo tetsuro is anything, he is a morning person.
he loves the mornings. he loves it so much. he loves welcoming the day with a fresh shower, a hot cup of coffee, and a thirty minute jog around the block of his apartment.
he loves how awake it makes him — how it’s just the perfect start to anything he’s looking forward to.
he loves the sun, the refreshing sweat, the morning birds, and of course, more than anything else — he loves you.
"i hate you." you groan, the pillow in your hands suddenly thrown all the way to where kuroo stands in the middle of the kitchen, and he knows that this is your own way of saying ‘good morning.’
there’s a yawn falling from your lips, a scowl on your face as you plop your head down on the kitchen counter.
"i hate you." you repeat, glaring at kuroo, "and your stupid school."
it’s five in the morning, hours before the two of you usually wake up to get ready for school, hours before the usual train comes, and hours before you can actually start to process things.
and you absolutely hate it.
because, your husband may be a morning person — but you, most definitely, are not.
"hmm." kuroo hums, watching you as he leans on the kitchen sink, the pillow you’ve thrown at him the second you entered the room still lonely on the floor.
he smiles, the way he usually does when he sees you like this, "i made you some coffee."
and he pushes himself off the sink, walking over to you and your scowling expression as he hands you your favorite green mug.
you narrow your eyes, looking up at him anyways as he hands you the cup of coffee.
"i hate you less." you take the mug from him, careful to not let it spill, "but i still hate your school."
and he smiles, nodding in agreement, kissing you on the head as his own form of “good morning” to you.
"it's too early." you lift your head up, letting it sit on one of your hands as you frown, "no one is awake this early."
"we're awake." kuroo tells you, smiling as he looks down on your expressive face.
and you scoff, "not by choice."
it’s too early for you.
you’re not even supposed to be up and awake for another few hours, the only reason that you are — and trust that this is the only reason you’ll accept — is because kuroo is hosting a presentation for his school later this morning.
and as much as you are proud of him for having been given that opportunity — you did hate the fact that that meant you’d have to wake up before dawn to see it.
kuroo sits on the seat next to you, watching you as you lay your head down on the counter table, sleep still so evident in the way you look back at him.
"you know, you do have a choice though." he says, the smile on his face still as sweet as it usually is.
he brings his hand to your back, "this is my school thing, you don't have to come with me if you don't want to."
it is way too early for you, but no way in hell does that mean you’re missing this event.
"i already told you, i'm not missing your super special presentation." you lift yourself up from the table, your shoulders falling slightly as you sigh. "even if it does start at the witching hour."
kuroo smiles, though really, he hasn’t stopped smiling all morning.
his eyes crinkle, "you know, the witching hour ended three hours ago."
and you narrow your eyes, for the first time all morning, you’re finally looking back at him clearly — and you glare.
did he really just correct you when you woke up this early for him?
kuroo laughs - nervously - and he takes a long sip from his own mug of coffee, "i made a mistake saying that, huh?"
"yes." you blink.
and he holds back another grin, "sorry - i love you."
you have a way better look of kuroo now, and just as expected, he’s all ready and prepared to leave.
his clothes are clean and proper, the appropriate attire to wear when you’re giving a presentation in a school of so many people, his tie only slightly crooked, but you figure that the gel in his hair could take a bit of the attention away from it.
he’s already done so much this morning and you’ve just woken up.
you almost hate how eager he is to get out of bed without you.
you tilt you head, "is that the tie you're gonna wear?"
and he looks at you, perking up slightly, "you don't like it?"
you take a closer look at it, dropping your focus from it for a second to take a sip from your untouched mug.
"ask me again when i finish this cup of coffee." you mutter, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the finality of sleep lingering.
and kuroo laughs, "are you sure you don't wanna go back to sleep?"
you shake your head.
"you look really really tired." he continues, propping his head up with his right palm so he can intently watch you as you try to get yourself together on the kitchen counter.
your eyebrows furrow, a scoff falling from your lips as you put the mug down.
( you know you look tired, it’s six in the freaking morning, but that doesn’t mean he can know you look tired. )
kuroo blinks, "i said the wrong thing again, didn’t i?"
and you nod, begrudgingly so, "yes."
"i’m sorry." kuroo laughs, inching closer to you slightly so he can give you a kiss on the side of your head - and this counts as his apology.
he shakes his head, "i think i'm nervous."
( he’s presenting a morning ceremony in front of over 200 people in uni — if he wasn’t nervous, then you’d be concerned. )
"don't be, you'll be great." you smile, the remnants of a yawn slurring your voice slightly as you do.
sitting up, you look at kuroo, "besides there's only one other guy presenting this morning and his name is so weird, it's like, tetsuro, or something — you’re so gonna beat him."
and kuroo laughs, because you always know what to say to make him laugh.
"he does sound weird." he nods, watching you intently as you take another sip from your mug.
"have you met him?" he asks you, the crinkle in his eyes matching the way he smiles perfectly.
and you say, "unfortunately." which gets him wanting to give you a whole new smile all over again.
kuroo moves his seat closer to yours, his head slightly falling to meet your own, and he laughs when he asks, "is he nice?"
and you push him away, rolling your eyes at his nonsense, but you don’t deny the way your shoulders rise as you try to resist the laugh coming up your throat.
"well, he's my husband," you wave him off, "so i have to say he's nice."
kuroo really does love waking up early in the morning. it makes him feel a weird sense of accomplishment every time he does so.
but his favorite part — and probably the only reason he keeps doing it even when he just wants to stay in bed — is because he loves waking up next to you.
he loves to wake up and see you still asleep next to him.
he loves getting all his morning chores out of the way as quick as he can, so when you finally wake up with him, all that’s left for him to do is spend his morning with you.
kuroo’s eyes crinkle, and he leans in forward to give you a kiss.
"thank you for waking up so early to watch me give a presentation at the witching hour." he laughs, pulling away from your lips as quickly as he’s met them.
and you tilt your head, "you said i was wrong about that."
"no," kuroo shakes his head, and he kisses you again, just as quick as the last one, "i don't think you can ever be wrong."
and he kisses you again, just to pull away, just to kiss you again.
small, short, quick intervals in between each kiss, almost making it out as a peck, but every time he pulls back, he looks at you — stars in his eyes — and he can taste the coffee in your lips.
"okay, okay, get off now." you laugh, pushing him away lightly, "you're gonna be late."
and kuroo kisses you, one final time, but this time he lets it stick — kissing you deeply and slowly — and the only thing stopping it is how he literally cannot stop smiling against your lips.
he pulls away, "what time will you be there?"
and you smile, "early."
kuroo nods, and he doesn’t want to, but he stands up from his seat, straightening out his clothes, and this is his cue to leave.
"thank you." he tells you again.
and you say, with a smile that easily matched his, "you said that already."
"okay, well, i'm gonna go." his shoulders fall, but you see the way excitement shines through his eyes anyways.
and he tells you, "no more than two cups of coffee, okay? — no matter how tired you are."
you take a sip from your cup, choosing to ignore this specific sentence from him.
so kuroo rolls his eyes, his expression playful as he shakes his head, and he looks back down to you, "love you."
and for the last time this morning, he disregards his watch completely, and kisses you one final time.
because if kuroo tetsuro is anything — he is a morning person, and he is in love with you.
the morning after kuroo marries you, he wakes up to grey skies and a loud storm just outside his window.
it’s still dark out, just the greying skies filling the atmosphere as it’s too early to have any sun, but maybe it’s the storm, or maybe it’s the fact that he’s in bed next to you, but he just can’t seem to bring himself to fall back asleep.
he glances at the clock — barely four am.
you lay on your back, kuroo’s arm under your head as he does the same next to you, and apparently, you’re sharing the same fact that you can’t fall back to sleep either.
“do you know how to pay taxes?” you say out of the blue, the hours of peaceful quiet suddenly broken as you’ve decided you’d finally gotten enough of it.
kuroo looks down from the ceiling to you, the arm underneath your head shifting to pull you closer.
“no.” he tells you, chest heaving upwards.
“i don’t either?” you turn to your side, facing him better, “who’ll help us with that?”
kuroo kisses your forehead, telling you lightly, his voice melting with the rain, “we’ll ask kai, he knows everything.”
you glance at the window, the coldness of the room mixing with the cold outside, and something inside you acknowledges the fact that the whole marriage thing probably hasn’t sunk in yet.
“oh,” you nod, “well, do you know how to change a gas tank?”
and kuroo shakes his head, “we’ll get those electrical stoves.”
you turn your head slightly to look at him, pushing yourself out from his embrace to sit up, "do you know how to work a washing machine?"
and to that, he throws a pillow at your face.
"stop worrying!" kuroo sits up with you, "we’re getting married and you’re worrying about laundry."
you prop yourself up on the headboard, following suit as he does too, and between the dark room, the storm outside, and the heavy weight in your stomach from yesterday’s events, you have a feeling neither of you are going to sleep anytime soon.
you frown, shaking your head gently, "i don’t want to be married to a man who doesn’t know how to add fabric softener to my clothes - i love my clothes!"
he rolls his eyes, "i’ll learn."
it’s finally starting to sink in - to kuroo, at least - the entirety of it all. the fact that he’s in college, broke and stupid, and apparently, married to you.
he’s broke and stupid and married.
and if it were anybody else, he’d probably be freaking out right now too, but then he looks at you, worrying to wits end next to him, and all he can really do is try not to kiss you.
"tetsuro, are you really sure—"
he doesn’t let you finish, "if you ask me again if i have any regrets about yesterday, i’m kicking you out."
as far as he’s concerned, he does not have a single regret about this at all.
"you don’t mind living in this tiny apartment with me?" you look at him, shoulders rising as you laugh, pointing around the place as you do so.
kuroo shrugs, following where you point, and he takes your hand, "we’ll make it our own."
and between the chipped paint and unmade bed, the two of you have been doing a hell of a job at it already.
the apartment isn’t done yet, far from it, but with the rows of picture frames of you and him and everyone else in the walls, he likes to think you’re both off to a good start.
"does it feel like we're making a mistake?" you put your head on his shoulder.
"no." he still has your hand in his, and with it, he touches over the wedding band he’s got the privilege of putting on you just yesterday.
he looks at you for a second, "it just feels like you and i."
you roll your eyes, pushing him away, "cheesy."
thunder is rumbling from outside, and kuroo finds himself pulling you back down under the covers, close to him as his arms fall on you in an embrace.
his stomach is swirling and he takes back that statement before — he does have regrets in marrying you.
you bring your hand with the ring up to your face, humming lightly, "we’re married."
and kuroo laughs, "oh, that, i know."
"you'll insist to the fix broken things in the apartment and i'll circle out repair shops in the phonebook." your shoulders rise, mouth curling upwards into a short smile.
kuroo scoffs, pushing you away, "i am appalled at your lack of support in me trying to fix things i don't know how to fix."
and you look at him, rolling your eyes, "what if we break a window?"
and he looks back at you, "why would we break a window?"
"well," you shrug, crossing your arms over your chest, "would you try to fix that broken window by putting seran wrap over it and sticking it with hello kitty band-aids?"
"no." he scoffs, and he kisses the side of your head, "i like barbie band-aids better."
you roll your eyes, laughing with him as the storm outside only seems to grow louder.
you give him a nudge, "just so you know, as we're doing that, a group of window repairmen will walk by and point and laugh at us."
"they'll point and laugh?" kuroo laughs, shaking his head.
and you nod, "in that order."
it doesn’t take a genius to find something wrong with getting married so young, normal marriages don’t even stand so well against their own odds, so marriage whilst in college? — it’s almost like a death wish.
ironically though, the cold feet or wedding bell jitters didn’t actually hit until now, because for as long as kuroo’s remembered, he’s never had a single shred of a doubt that marrying you was the right choice.
“please learn how to add fabric softener to my clothes.” you look up at him, his fingers on your shoulder slowly tap tap tapping as you do.
“please learn not to snore so much.” kuroo smiles, a teasing grin as he looks back at you.
you scoff, pushing him away, “i do not snore.”
“i sleep next to you and i’m telling you straight up, you snore.” he shakes his head, his smile getting wider.
he continues, shoulders rising as he laughs, his grin annoyingly teasing, “and not even the cute snores that go viral for being so cute, you snore snore.”
“oh yeah?” you mock, quirking a brow, “you wanna talk about sleeping habits? well, how about the fact that you hogged the comforters all night?”
you taunt, voice raising, “and it is just impossible to kiss you because of all that stubble on your face!”
“maybe i’ll have the energy to shave if i wasn’t kept up all night by your snoring!” he yells back, laughter breaking through.
you shake your head, unable to refuse the smile coming on your face, “blanket hog.”
kuroo laughs, his free hand taking your chin and pulling it closer to his, “you will be so humiliated once i think of an insult that connects with snoring.”
and he kisses you.
and it’s just like when he kissed you yesterday, or last night, or three hours ago when he first woke up with you.
it’s still hard to believe; this entire marriage thing actually happening — and as much as he wants to say he has no regrets, he knows that if he does, he’ll only be lying.
the lightning flashes.
you pull away from his kiss, laughing slightly at his impatience to pull you back, “you know, some people call that a bad omen.”
kuroo laughs, “other people call it lightning.”
there is a regret in his stomach about marrying you, and that regret is not choosing to do it sooner.
kuroo had plans tonight — big, happy, fun plans that only openly involve young married couples still in college to indulge in.
plans he had with you.
plans he’s been excited for since he first told kenma about them, plans he’s been dying to happen for forever, and plans that he’s apparently got to end up cancelling.
“you’re just telling me this now?” he looks at you, arms crossed on his chest.
kuroo stands in the middle of the kitchen, minutes after he’s just told you about the weird interaction he’s had with the people who live from across your apartment.
apparently, one of your neighbors asked him what time he’d be able to make it for dinner tonight, and cluelessly, kuroo thought she’d mistaken him for another person.
( she did not mistake him for a wrong person. )
and that’s how kuroo found out that you’d apparently accidentally agreed to having dinner with the neighbors … tonight … specifically, on the night when he had plans … with you.
“i panicked!” you frown, voice raising, “what was i supposed to say? no? sorry? my husband and i refuse your kind invitation because we don’t want to?”
kuroo nods, “yes!”
and you scoff, “absolutely not!”
the two of you stand in the kitchen, talking back and forth about how you forgot to tell him about the invitation.
of course, you’d hardly call it talking when all the two of you’ve been doing for the past few minutes is arguing on who’d be the one to call the dinner with the neighbors off.
(he’d tell you, “you cancel dinner!” and you’d scoff, “no, that’s rude!” to which he replies, “well we obviously can’t go.” and you scoff again, “okay, you cancel then!” and he yells, “i can’t, that’s rude!”)
its very tiring really, if it wasn’t so frustrating maybe you’d even laugh a bit at how silly this all is.
“we don’t even know them.” kuroo tells you, taking a step closer to where you stand.
“yes, we do.” you reason, “they’re our neighbors.”
he smiles at that, one that asks ‘really?’ and you narrow your eyes, one that tells him ‘yes, really.’
kuroo places his hands on your shoulders, looking at you closely, and for the first time, his voice is pleading, “we had plans tonight.”
“if you don’t want to go, that’s fine.” your eyebrows furrow together, “i’ll go alone.”
“and i’m not gonna grovel for you to come with me.” you cross your arms over your chest, nodding harshly.
kuroo tilts his head, giving you a doubtful look.
“i can handle being alone.” you press, scoffing under his touch, “i’m independent, and charming, and cool.”
he grins.
you push him away, rolling your eyes, “okay, fine, i’m groveling.”
kuroo laughs, though he already usually does around you, and even though you pushed him away the first time, he comes back to you to put his arms on your shoulders.
“please come with me.” you say, voice asking intently.
“you know, you really should have mentioned this sooner.” kuroo tells you, looking at you closely with the small proximity, “we had plans.”
your eyebrows furrow, “so, you’re not gonna come with me?”
“of course i’m gonna come with you,” he shakes his head, smiling his usual cheshire grin.
kuroo rolls his eyes, his chest heaving upwards as he breathes in a contemplative breath, and he says, “i’m your husband, i love you. i will do anything you want.”
he kisses you, lightly — short and quick — and he pulls back away.
“even coming to awkward dinners with you.” he laughs lightly, shoulders rising.
you smile, liking how close you are to each other right now, “it won’t be that awkward.”
and kuroo scoffs, “do we know even know if they’re a couple or just siblings living together?”
“okay,” you laugh, his nose touching yours, “it’ll be a little bit awkward.”
“then,” and kuroo shakes his head, “i should’ve made you grovel harder.”
he kisses you again, just like last time, short and sweet and quick and gentle. he pulls away as quick as his lips touches yours.
“you are doing me a favor therefore i cannot be mean to you right now.” you smile against lips, and you feel kuroo’s arms move from your shoulders to your waist.
he grins, “are you kicking my ass with a mean comeback in your head right now?”
so you nod, “yes.”
and his eyes crinkle, “amazing.”
kuroo pulls you in again, his hold on your waist giving him a better chance to keep you closer, kissing you just like before, but this time for as long as he wants.
he kisses you deep and smiley, everything that makes him want to pull back and laugh, or everything that makes him want to laugh as he kisses you.
you’re the one who pulls away first this time, keeping kuroo close, you say, “i promise you, you will not regret this.”
and he gives you a look, impatient to kiss you again, “pick another phrase.”
and you laugh in the so little space between the two of you, “i promise i will do the dishes and laundry for a week.”
kuroo stands in front of a busy crowd, his eyes moving back and forth from person to person as he tries his best to look for you.
he’d think it was easy since you were the one organizing this mess of a program, but as much as he turns his head or looks as far as he can, he just can’t find you.
“excuse me,” he smiles a gentle grin, the one he usually has, and in front of him stands the girl in a staff uniform he called out to.
she nods, “yes?”
“i’m looking for someone,” he answers, eyes crinkling a bit, “they’re supposed to be in charge here.”
and he brings up his hand, the one with the ring, and his voice is marked with a smile as he tells her, “i’m their husband.”
“hey! you’re here!” your voice cuts through the conversation before kuroo could continue saying what he has to say.
you touch his shoulder lightly, coming up to him with a smile.
“no, wait,” kuroo looks at you, turning his back quickly from the girl in front of him, and with his hand, he shoos you away.
he tells you as discreetly as he can, “go away. i wanna tell a bunch of other people that i’m your husband and i’m looking for you.”
you roll your eyes.
“ignore him, he’s insane.” you wave the staff member off, smiling politely at her as she only manages back a nod and a laugh.
she walks away, and kuroo calls out to her as she goes, in a childish tone, “we’re married.”
you smack him lightly in the arm for that, and like a child he winces and groans, and knowing that he’s faking it, you smack him lightly in the arm again.
you look at kuroo clearly now — his coat tucked neatly in his elbow, the lanyard of his college id coming through his shirt, and he smells a lot like soap and cologne combined.
you straighten out his shirt for him, “you’re early.”
and he pulls away from you, straightening his shirt himself, “i wanted to surprise you.”
you raise a brow, “you’re two hours early.”
and he smiles, “surprise!”
he laughs lightly at his own joke, something he usually does, and when he sees you roll your eyes again, he doesn’t dismiss the fact that you’re holding back your own smiles too.
today was an important day for you, you were hosting a program for your college class, and as much as he was proud of you for stepping up, he also knew how nervous you must’ve been too.
luckily for him, his classes ended early today, and faced with the decision of coming home to an empty apartment to get some rest or coming to you in a hectic and sweaty gym, he easily chose you (and the sweaty gym).
“i figured you could use some help.” kuroo says, taking your hand in his as the two of you walk around.
“i’m nervous.” you say back, eyebrows furrowing a bit in a mixture of pre-program anticipation and worry.
and he nods, pulling you close anyways and kissing your head, “you’ll be great.”
“oh, well i already know that.” you smile, crossing your arms, “can’t not be great when you’re me.”
“were you baiting me to tell you that you’re great so you can say that?” he scoffs, his eyes jokingly narrowing at you.
you laugh lightly, “maybe.”
“can i steal you away from all this for a cup of coffee?” he smiles, a careful glint in his eye to get you to say yes.
you point to the stage, “the program’s in two hours.”
“i know,” he tells you, his voice coaxing, “we’ve got two hours to spare.”
you purse your lips.
“if you say no, then i’ll be forced to stay here, bragging to every person in this room that i’m your husband.” he taunts, his voice getting sillier by each word.
( you swear that you would believe him if he tells you he’s secretly a 12 year old boy trapped in a 21 year old’s body. )
kuroo looks at you, shaking his head, “and they’ll be so jealous of me that they’ll quit and live miserable lives.”
you roll your eyes, finding it a bit hard to bite back the smile coming up your face.
“do you want that?” he asks you, his voice in coated a fake tone of anguish, and he follows you with a sad expression, “do you want them to live miserable lives?”
you roll your eyes again, and something tells you that even though you’re doing it as a joke, you’ll probably be doing it a lot more today.
you cross your arms, sighing loudly, “fine.”
and kuroo cheers, like a little boy who had just been told he can have ice cream after dinner, and he looks at you, your coat already neatly tucked in his arms, and he pulls in your head, leaving a quick kiss on your temple.
you grumble, “you should sell cars, i doubt anyone would be able to say no to you.”
and he winks, “how’d you think i got you to say yes when i proposed?”
kuroo’s right arm thrown over your shoulder, you bid goodbye to your coworkers for a quick break, and you have to stop kuroo from telling everyone that he’s “the ultimate best husband in the world” and that he’s taking you out for coffee.
(one of your classmates called you and kuroo cute, and you were going to say ‘thank you’, but kuroo said ‘we know!’ instead.)
a big smile on his face as he walks with you around the place, arms never leaving you, and the entire time he wears his ring like a badge of honor.
“i’m gonna have to live with you broadcasting our marriage to the entire world, arent i?” you ask, smiling as you look up at him.
you wonder for a second that if he ever minds being the more excited one in the relationship.
(he doesn’t.)
kuroo nods, “this is your life now.”
and you laugh, “this is what i married into?
he laughs with you, “i’m afraid so.”
the two of you have only been married to each other for a few months, but kuroo’s pretty sure that he can say you’re both doing a great job at it.
specifically in a big bed, with big comforters, and two pillows pressed against both sides of his head, which is why it’s such a big adjustment to say goodbye to all of those things and move in with you.
but don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loves the fact that you’re finally ready to take this next step with him, it’s just taking him a little more time than he expected to adjust to not being alone in a bed anymore.
“hey - ah!” you yelp, sleep being knocked straight out of you as you fall from your comfortable bed to the hardwood floors.
surprise stilling in your veins, your heart racing as you’ve just been so awfully pulled from your sleep to wake up kicked to the floor, and you blink.
“kuroo!” you yell, groaning as your sleepiness falls away.
he doesn’t stir awake.
you take one of the pillow from your side, still on the floor, and tossing it at him as you yell louder, “wake up!”
the sun isn’t even out yet and you’re pretty sure half your neighbors are still asleep, but you’re both too irritated and tired to moderate your voice.
“huh?” kuroo finally stirs, taking a second or two to register why there was just a pillow suddenly thrown at him. “what?”
he sits up on the bed, a minute passing by as he blinks and tries to make sense of the dark room, his right hand roaming the bed to look for you, and to his surprise, you aren’t there.
“it’s two in the morning.” he yawns, scratching his neck.
and you complain, “you kicked me off the bed.”
“no?” kuroo blinks, finally seeing you on the ground, and he tells you, “i didn’t.”
your eyebrows furrow, scoffing, “i am literally on the floor.”
the very cold floor, you add. your left leg sore as it’s the part that hit the ground first, and you’d get up from it, but you’re too busy trying to make a point.
kuroo groans, looks at you again, and you can tell he’s biting back his awful smug grin — he nods, and suddenly he’s moving off the bed to come to you.
“wait.” you warn, keeping still as you sit on the floor, “woah — what’re — no — what’re you doing — kuroo!”
kuroo — the smartest guy in his class — is now on top of you. falling from his feet because of the dark room and crashing right above your body on the cold hardwood floors.
ouch.
“well, now we’re both on the floor.” kuroo, also in pain as he lays on top of you, snickers.
you groan from beneath him, “you think you’re funny.”
and he replies, grinning, “hilarious.”
it’s two in the morning, still very dark outside, and kuroo makes the effort to fix himself on top of you so that he’s not painfully crushing you with his upper body strength, but comfortably laying on top of you instead.
(you’d argue there’s no difference since he’s still technically crushing you, but kuroo would just tell you something about how strong he is.)
“you kicked me off the bed.” you frown, reminding him of why you’re on the floor in the first place.
and he nods, “sorry i’m so strong.”
you try to push him off, it doesn’t work, but you say anyways, “keep that up and you’re going back to sleeping alone.”
and kuroo smiles, “you’re cranky when you’ve fallen to the floor.”
“kicked.” you correct, scoffing, “i was kicked to the floor.”
and he laughs, “so dramatic.”
this is romantic, kuroo thinks — being so close to you, even if it is a bit painful, and just laughing at nothing in a dark room at two am.
it’s new; moving in, one bed, one room, but he likes adjusting to it, he likes adjusting to you.
he stays on top of you, staring down at your face as his arms hold him up, you staring back at him with a pretend scowl that he’s trying not to laugh at.
he really could get used to this, really could get used to waking up to you.
he brings his face closer — two am and you smell like love — and he smiles a toothy grin, one that he has reserved for only you, and he kisses you on your lips.
you push him back, smiling, “i am not going to kiss you back after you call me dramatic! — hey — stop — wait kuroo —”
he’s insistent, smiling as he shakes his head, and you’re laughing as you find yourself unable to hold back from giving in to his sweet touch.
kuroo laughs short chuckles, kissing you every now and then, pulling back every now and then just to look at you laughing with him, and it’s nice.
“ok, so turns out i will kiss you back but still.” you roll your eyes, laughing as he pulls away.
then kuroo kisses you again, an interchange of pecks and deep kisses one after the other, toothy and full of fits of laughter.
you push him away, “stop kissing me, i’m trying to pretend to be mad at you.”
and he lowers his head closer to you, “i don’t want you to pretend to be mad at me.”
he really does smell really good in the mornings. his hair an inevitable mess, and tiredness lining the corners of his eyes.
kuroo yawns, “can we please go back to bed now?”
and you raise a brow, your hands lost in the knots of his hair, “promise you won’t kick me off again?”
he laughs, tired and throaty, and his lips is back against yours — only for a second — and you feel him smile.
kuroo, tired and in love, smiles, “i don’t make promises i can’t keep.”
“you’re up early.” kuroo mutters, his sudden voice interrupting your quiet atmosphere, and you almost jolt on your feet as you’re startled by his hands wrapping around your waist from behind.
you ease into his touch, the morning sunlight shining through your kitchen windows with ease, and you coo, feeling his soft butterfly kisses press against the back of your neck all the way to your shoulder blade.
you lean back against his chest, and you ask him, “did i wake you?”
and he nods into your hair, obvious sleepiness still evident in his movements as they become slow and languid.
“i’m running errands this morning.” you tell him, explaining why you’re already up out of bed and dressed for the day.
kuroo groans, burying his head deeper into your neck, and you feel lucky that you even make out what he has to say.
he tells you, “it’s too early for you to leave.”
and you laugh, your fingers making it’s way to comb through his hair, “it’s ten in the morning.”
so kuroo lets go of his hold on your waist, yawning as he moves, and suddenly, your back’s leaning against the kitchen counter.
your laughter and his tired chuckles mixing in the kitchen’s air as he turns you to face him, and his smile is riddled with a sweet ‘good morning’ right before he brings you close for a deep ‘good morning’ kiss.
he grins, “come back to bed.”
you peck his lips, “we don’t have detergent.”
kuroo rolls his eyes, grinning, and you can almost see how desperate he is to go back to bed, but before you could insist that he does, he brings you close again for another kiss — followed by another, and another, and another.
he pulls away, almost out of breath, his face still close to yours, love drunk from the consecutive kisses, and he looks at you.
he tells you, “i promise i’ll come with you to buy detergent later.”
so you hum, indulging in his words, “really?”
his left hand loosely hanging by your waist, his right holding onto your hand, and he pulls you with him as he walks - slow, careful steps, and you know he’s leading you back to your bed, but you’re really starting not to mind.
you tug him back, “you hate grocery shopping.”
and he tells you, “i don’t mind it when it’s with you.” saying it so easily as if it rolls off the tongue.
“we’ll even push the shopping cart together and i promise i’ll pretend not to notice when you take out my energy drinks from the cart.” kuroo continues, laughing at his own jokes, and his smile chirps when you laugh too.
he really wanted you to get back in bed, huh.
the two of you are only a flight of stairs away from your room now, and kuroo stops guiding you on your feet, his smile lazy and gentle and warm, and his arms hang around your waist as he pulls you into a loose embrace.
kuroo kisses you again, not as deep as before, but so, so much softer.
he tells you, “come back to bed with me.”
and it awfully sound like an i love you.
so you cave, and you nod, and your heart soars when his smile widens by the second, and this time it doesn’t only tell you a sweet ‘good morning’ but a gentle ‘i love you’ as well.
you lead him up the stairs, “i could never say no to you.”
kuroo laughs, and he really hopes you mean that, because there’s a certain velvet box in his bedside drawer right now that really really needs you to say yes.
