#snaketeam

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@snaketeam   —   Head tilts slightly as they nestle into the other's side, fixating the other with a piercing gaze for a moment as they figure what they want to do, before lips reach out to press against Kuroo's cheek, and then temple, leaving soft gloss behind on skin as they stick their tongue out. "Don't go tellin' people I'm gettin soft. Gotta keep my reputation."

kuroo easily indulges himself in moments like these ; with arms that wrap around them in a snug grip and palms that drag along the spine of their back , soaking in the warmth under his hands and squeezing them close. he hums , content sigh passing his lips , and kuroo thinks they could stay like this forever , maybe. thinks that he actually wouldn’t mind. not when he’s already been spoiled enough to wake up next to daishou in the mornings. to wake them with pestering little kisses all over their face and swatting away hands that try to push him away because he likes seeing the pout on daishou’s lips every time. how he’s spoiled enough still to kiss it away , layering his affections in ways kuroo didn’t think were possible and how daishou allows him to love with everything he has to offer.

thinks he wants daishou to keep spoiling him this way , for as long as they’ll have him.

a soft kiss to his cheek is what wakes him from his thoughts , eyes opening just as another gets pressed to his temple. can feel the sticky sweet of their gloss cooling on his skin , and kuroo beams. sleepy and soft and happy. the former captain laughs , turning onto his side to push daishou onto their back and nuzzle into their neck. laughing still as he blows a raspberry against daishou’s skin ,   “   of course ,   ”   kuroo huffs ,   “   wouldn’t want anyone to know you’re just a simp for the handsome kuroo tetsurou. tragic. truly. should i write my english essay on it ? the tragic and unfortunate tale of suguru daishou: a simp love story. in this essay i’ll --- hey ! i’m kidding ! haha ! come back !   ”

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snaketeam​ replied to your post:

she's going to cancel that appt for him

does this mean. his hair is number one hair?????

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@snaketeam​

daishou vc: shut the fuck up you olympic god

@batj​

tj vc: YOURE RIGHT I AM LYING SHUT THE FUCK UP

“...”

“ shut up, both of you..”

[capntm]

daishou: im moving out bye kuroo and kazuma both looking at each other and nodding silently: daishou: wait. what the hell are you doing -- pUT ME DOWN kazuma with an arm full of dai and kuroo hot on their heels: sorry ur request has been denied kuroo: try again in 3-5 business days

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kuroo: mission to make kuguri laugh / smile is now officially a go the rest of nohebi: we’ve already been tryin- kuroo: as i was sAyInG

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daishou is going to....take kuroo's face in their hands. with his cheeks squished in between fingers, they're going to give him a big kiss, directly on his lips. SMOOCH.

kuroo doesn’t look up until the front door locks , nudging his glasses back up his nose with a knuckle and pauses ; head tilting as daishou remains rooted in the entryway. they stand , bag still hanging from their hand and just   ---   stares.   “   uh . . .   ”   he starts , their gaze pinning him in place , before he slowly turns his had to look behind him. nothing seems off , but daishou is still staring at him when he looks back again.   “   dai. you okay ?   ”   the bag drops ; daishou crossing the room in even strides , and sandwiches kuroo’s face between their hands. he can feel his cheeks squishing under their palms , neck straining a bit from the angle , and pokes out his tongue on instinct. he probably looks ridiculous ; but kuroo doesn’t know how else to react , either.

daishou’s silence is a rarity as is , but this is a bit odd even for them. so kuroo simply just , waits. one second , two seconds , three seconds , and a smack of lips on his meets the fourth. his eyes open , daishou looking down at him with a feint blush dusting their face and honestly looking way too pretty for their own good. kuroo grumbles , words getting lost between his still squished cheeks and moves their hands. tugging daishou into his lap instead and leaning in with a quick kiss of his own.   “   what was all that just now ? you totally spaced out. you have a weird day or something or am i just that handsome ?  ”

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kuroo @ daishou: yeah actually i do wanna kiss you so you gonna kiss me back or what

[taskfocused]

The only thing that gives his presence away is the heavy steps of feet on volleyball court, hand outstretched with a gift of one of the hand baked melon pan bread buns he had made the night before. He doesn't actually know if Akaashi likes them. But he'll offer. ( Washio bein soft again )

@snaketeam

Akaashi occupied himself by preparing the net before the rest of the seniors arrived. (Being this early in the morning felt reminiscent of his first year. But given that the majority of the starting players were older than him, he felt it was just common courtesy.) 

As he heard footsteps come into the court, the setter bowed his head in Washio’s direction. “Good morning, Washio-san.” What he didn’t expect first thing in the morning was the outstretched hand and offering from his senior. He accepted what he perceived to be bread. The sweet and thoughtful gesture caught Akaashi off guard, but he felt grateful and delighted. “Ah, thank you very much. Did you make this?”