[Honmeichoko] Tetsurou, Koutarou, I made these for you. *hands over a box of assorted dark and white chocolates* I just wanted to make sure you knew how important you are to me. *tiptoes and pecks them on the cheek* You guys are definitely the MVPs in my heart!
VALENTINES DAY
Bokuto grins widely and takes you in an embrace, barely missing squishing the chocolates in between the two of you. “Happy Valentine’s babe!! You’re the best thing ever!!”
“And sweeter than all these chocolates, I bet,” Kuroo says with a grin. “I’ll even taste it just to make sure~”
Kuroo takes a piece from the box and so does Bokuto, and the glimmer in Bo’s golden eyes makes your heart do flips.
“HOLY SHIT! You’re very very very pretty and really really really nice and also super cool and then you can also make chocolates real good???” Bokuto gushes. “Everyone should know that you’re MVP!”
Kuroo pauses from his chewing, considering what Bokuto just said, and swallowed before saying: “Bro, do you even know what MVP means?”
“Ya, bro,” Bokuto grins. “My Vavorite Person!”
WHITE DAY
Getting ice cream at your favorite ice cream parlor: check. Going to pick up the surprise necklace gift Bokuto and Kuroo had bought for you: check. Walking downtown hand in hand: check. Having dinner at you three’s favorite restaurant: check.
It’s been a beautifully cheesy, classically romantic white day for the three of you. Kuroo’s driving the rented car, and Bokuto’s next to you holding your hand in the backseat. You rest your head against his chest as Kuroo hums, his voice a deep thrum that you can tangibly feel, to the music in the radio.
The three of you are on your way home now, out to spend the rest of the night watching a spectrum of romance films while holding each other close, crying where appropriate, laughing when it comes, all while downing chocolate shakes and popcorn.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Bokuto says, hand on your hair gently patting your head. “What was your favorite part of today?“
“Freaking the waiter out was fantastic,” Kuroo answers, to which Bokuto’s guffaws. “We won’t be eating there for a while.”
Bokuto grins. “Worth it though,” he says. “What about you babe?”
You look up at Bokuto, take a glance at Kuroo’s spiky hair peeking through the front seat, and out at the passing lights of the city illuminating the inside of the car. You wonder how it would be like to stay like this forever, warm with love.
“Koutarou and Tetsurou, of course,” you say, smiling against your boyfriend’s warm chest.















