for the send me a ship and a number: kuroaka and number 28
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KuroAka - 28: knocking on the wrong door
Akaashi stood in front of the large dorm building on the university campus, where he would live soon, too. Even when he still had a strong bond with Bokuto, often texting and calling each other, they rarely saw each other. And surprisingly, Akaashi had never visited Bokuto’s dorm room before, and he had been studying there for almost a year already. After a long and exhausting period of exams, they finally had some time to see each other.
Akaashi entered the building and took the steps to the second floor. He walked down the hallway to the room number Bokuto had told him. He knocked.Akaashi waited for a moment, no answer. He tried again. This time he could hear some rustling behind the door and the next moment it was flung open. “What?” a grumpy voice asked him. Akaashi jerked up and closed his eyes in reflex, not prepared for such an unfriendly greeting. “Akaashi?” the voice was softer now.
Akaashi opened his eyes and was confused when he didn’t caught some black and white, spiked up hair. Instead, he saw black, messy ones, damp from a shower. Now his eyes traveled further down the body. His eyes discovered sun-kissed skin, defined muscles and a towel around the hips. Wait. He looked up again.
“Kuroo,” Akaashi said a bit surprised, a little blush on his cheeks from checking up Kuroo’s body.
“Hey.” Kuroo gave him a sly smile like he wanted to ask ‘do you like what you see?’. Kuroo got a bit more muscular in the year Akaashi hadn’t seen him. He had an undercut now, but his upper hair was still long and messy and he still had that shit eating grin. Akaashi just realized how much Kuroo was his type. Damn.
“What brings you to my humble abode??” Kuroo asked with a smooth tone, that let Akaashi melt a bit. He always had liked Kuroo’s voice, and after a year not hearing it, it just hit him harder than ever.
“Hey, Kuroo-san. I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” Akaashi almost stuttered. Really, stuttering, now? Akaashi sighed internally.
“Do you need anything?” Kuro asked the next question.
“No.” Please let me touch you.
“Okay,” Kuroo said and looked a bit confused.
“Is Bokuto here?” Akaashi asked. Maybe Kuroo’s shower was broken and he had to use Bokuto’s.
“No. He should be in his room.” Kuroo said and gestured to the room next door. Akaashi looked into that direction, back to Kuroo and back to the door again.
“Oh,” Akaashi whispered. “I guess I knocked on the wrong door,” he admitted. Kuroo started to giggle and had to hold his belly when his laughter got louder. Akaashi really looked a bit lost and blushed again. Kuroo’s laughter was hideous, but Akaashi always thought it was kind of cute. It matched the silly side of Kuroo.
“I’m sorry,” Kuroo apologized for laughing, trying to hold in the next loud round of laughter. Akaashi could see how he flexed his muscles to do so, still only in a towel. He had really nice abs. Now Akaashi was crushing again and flushed.
“Are you okay Akaashi?” Kuroo teased.
“Yes, Kuroo-san,” Akaashi said and let out a sigh. He had to stop with the crushing and thinking about Kuroo’s naked body, even when it was in front of him. There was no chance Kuroo would have any mutual feelings.
“Just call me Kuroo,” he said. Akaashi looked a bit puzzled but nodded. He felt so awkward, so stupid for having a crush on Kuroo.
“You should put something on, Kuroo,” Akaashi said, trying his name out without any honorifics.
“Does my naked body make you flustered?” Kuroo asked cheekily. Akaashi knew that his face would give him away when he would try to lie, so he just told the truth.
“Yes,” he whispered, blushing again, but this time Kuroo blushed, too. “I need to go now, Bokuto is waiting for me,” Akaashi said seconds after. “Bye, Kuroo.” And he wanted to turn around but Kuroo holds onto his arm gently.
“Would you mind knocking on the wrong door again, some other time?” Kuroo asked him, still a little flush on his face. He let go of his arm. “I will wear clothes next time, I swear.” Akaashi had to chuckle a bit and it melted Kuroo’s heart.
“Okay,” Akaashi said with a small smile and pink cheeks and walked to the next door.
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