Кей определённо не готов — не готов признать то, что прятал от самого себя. Может быть, романтические отношения с девушками не интересовали его совсем по другой причине
Words: 2304, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou, Tsukishima Kei
Relationships: Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei
Additional Tags: Songfic, Sexuality Crisis, Pre-Slash, Missing Scene, Title from a Song, Fandom Kombat 2026
Hi! Looking for a KurooTsukki ABO FIC where Tsukki transferred/ went to Nekoma instead of Karasuno. Can't remember much of the details but Kuroo is an Alpha and Tsukki is an Omega. And there is a chapter about a cat and Lev and blood and Kuroo being protective/ possessive about it.
Thank you much!
Will delete this as soon as I stumble on the said fic.
Words: 66, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
it's kurotsuki; canon "future" universe. Kuroo is struggling at uni and tsukki isn't very supportive. Kuroo asks why he can't just let the person he loves rant for a bit, tsukki says he never said he loves him (kuroo). Kuroo leaves and then tsukki starts spiralling because he's just imploded his relationship for no reason. He eventually goes to Tokyo to talk to kuroo but he isn't home.
manifesting in your inbox to request kuroo (or tsukishima) with yellow annnnnd yarn (or a scrunchie?) - I’m literally looking at objects on my desk lmao so whatever may tickle your muse.
also hi ily drink water (or else🔫💛)
warm up requests -> here!
giving you the two for one special bc ily (and i am drinking water rn ty <33)
cw/tags: established kurotsuki x gn!reader, fluff, food as a love language
wc: 752
"Hey."
There's the feeling of a finger poking into the meat of your shoulder accompanying the familiar voice, but you don't take your eyes off your computer screen, still clicking through the cells of a seemingly never ending spreadsheet. When you don't respond, big hands find your shoulders, long fingers wrapping gently around them before they travel upwards to cup your cheeks, just enough to encourage your head to tilt backwards.
"You were supposed to be done working almost an hour ago," Tsukishima tells you when you lean back enough for your eyes to finally meet, and if you didn't know him so well you'd miss the subtly pouty tone of his voice.
You huff softly but give him no other response, trying to move your head back to where you can look at the screen again—there's still work to be done.
Tsukishima holds just firmly enough that you're unable to move as you'd like.
"I'm serious," he sounds stern when he says your name but there's a clear undercurrent of concern, "you've been at this for hours."
This finally gets you to relax fully back against the headrest of your chair. At your shifting, his hands immediately move to soothe, fingers gently brushing your temples when you sigh.
"This is probably the most important presentation of my entire career," you tell him, the exhaustion you're feeling seeping into your voice.
"I know," he assures you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, "but you have to take a break."
You open your mouth to respond, but he's quick to interrupt you before you actually get the words out.
"Tetsu spent the last two hours making dinner."
It's like you physically feel the pang in your chest, your will to resist and keep working slipping through your fingers like sand.
You hum as his hands move up into the messy strands of your hair, and a gentle tug has the nagging pressure in your temples alleviating just a little, the yellow scrunchie that had been holding it in place now looped around his wrist instead.
"I don't know why you do that," he comments, carefully detangling the length that now falls against your shoulders, "you know it gives you a headache if you leave it up too long."
"But if I didn't put it up how else would I get you to play with my hair like this?"
Kei responds to your playful comment by spinning your desk chair around so you're fully facing him and pulling you up to stand in front of him so that he can turn and wordlessly push you towards the door. You go willingly, and as soon as you step outside the room, the smell of food hits your nose, warm and spicy and carrying with it the feeling of home.
You can hear dishes clinking before you turn the corner to find Kuroo at the counter, getting ready to spoon curry into bowls. He looks at you over his shoulder when you walk in, face lighting up, lips tilted into his signature smirk.
His eyes flick over your head to meet those of the man behind you, "I'm impressed actually," he tells Tsukishima, "I thought you'd have to drag them in here kicking and screaming."
His eyes glint with the easy way he teases you, and it loosens some of the tightness you hadn't realized anxiety had planted in your chest.
"It smells incredible, Tetsu," you tell him, letting Tsukishima push you towards the table and down into the chair before he leaves your side to step into the kitchen as well.
You listen to them talk at the counter softly, bickering back and forth in that especially endearing way you've grown to love. Your mind has been moving at a million miles an hour for the past who knows how long, the stress of this presentation compounding like a weight on your shoulders, but sitting here, in the warmth of your shared kitchen, watching the people you love move around each other with such an obvious familiarity takes that weight little by little and lightens its burden—by the time a plate is set in front of you, your stomach is rumbling and you're blinking sleepily at them as you offer a quiet thanks.
Two kisses, one after the other, are placed on the crown of your head as the both of them find their own seats next to you, easily settling into the comfortable rhythm of sharing a meal together.
