#➤ i d e n t i t y — ❛ violevin

[kunekos]

tie.  for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse.

           ❛   What ?   What's wrong ?   ❜     Tetsurō turns when he looks down & realizes that Kira's directing her hands to his necktie. didn't he tie it right ?   no, that can't be —   he's never messed up the tying of a single tie ever since he learnt it for good on the morning of first day of work at the JVA !   honestly ...     the job didn't necessarily demand him to wear formal clothing regularly ...   but ever since that day that he's taken up the challenge of collecting the widest, most fashionable collection of suits & formalwear pieces.     //     a small note he's made that fateful morning, upon arraging his tie faultlessly, was to wish for the blessing of all people who appreciated getting dressed fashionably on a daily basis & used this as video - worth content for social media.     (   actually :   he may or may not have thanked for this endorsement during that New Years. that is, however, something only he will ever know.   )

          but then it hits him :   he hasn’t done anything wrong with his tie. rather ... someone else has.  & it turns out that the one tie he's been wearing has one hell of a nasty stain. damn it !   the sports' promoter groans ;   a headache coming in hot. when he looks down at the discarded article, Tetsurō grumbles, clearly upset that he didn't even notice that tiny, small, little spot right in front of his chest. —  God knows how much mocking he'd be target of had he waltzed into a meeting with a tie containing remains of orange - turn - beige baby food. how could you, Keiko - chan ? !

          ❛   Thanks.   ❜     he says with a sigh once Kira’s done replacing the dirty tie with a new one, his palm gently cupping his beloved wife's jaw & pulling her face closer to his so he can place a quick peck at her lips.     (   without doubt, Kira just might be today's savior. how kind she is !   their son, however ...   )     ❛   My hero !   ❜     he grins, pulling away from her just enough to kiss her forehead & then move to grab his backpack from the kitchen table & set motion to the start of his day.

VIA THE SYSTEM OF TOUCH ;     accepting      //     @violevin

#➤ c h a l l e n g e r — ❛ memes ; answers #➤ h i t m a r k e r — ❛ in character ; answers #➤ m a i n s e l e c t i o n — ❛ rise up & take the power back. ❜ #➤ i d e n t i t y — ❛ violevin #violevin #( THEY ARE MARRIED YOUR HONOR #quite literally #ALSO BONUS: Keiko got him dirty cause it was Kuroo's turn to give him breakfast #luckily it was only the tie that got dirty. saved. #AUIDSHFAWIERJ )

[kunekos]

wake.  for your muse to wake mine up by kissing their ( shoulder / neck / lips / etc ).

           Kuroo Tetsurō has always been a morning individual. more often than not :   he finds himself waking up before the alarm set in his phone ;   like always, he reaches for it with his lids still closed     (   feeling for the phone at the top of the bedside table   )     & only opens an eye when it's to check the time. at this point, this has become a waking up routine —   through & through during years of high-school & now into university. nothing much ever changes about it ...   which is nice.

          ...   until it does change & it's admittedly strange at first, that is.

          ❛   hmm...   ❜     frowning out of his state of slumber, the boy's eyebrows knit together as he feels something lightly brush against the skin of his jaw & down lower to his neck until it meets his shoulder.     (   oh.   hold on a moment. that's right.   )     the corner of his mouth tips upwards ever so slightly ;   in a display of what is, for sure, the laziest grin one has ever seen, & huffs through his nose.     //     instead of moving away or separating himself from the soft, reverent kisses that now adorn his skin, briefly, muses to himself over how he is no longer living on his.     ‘   get a hold of yourself, Tetsurō.   ’

  ��       —   he only stirrs in bed to turn to the side of his body, an arm promptly falling atop of his girlfriend's slim waist & pulling her ever close to his frame. with jet - black, bed - ridden locks, Kuroo leans closer until his face meets with the Kira's clavicle & , obviously, starts returning every kiss she has graced him with.     //     it's only a couple of moments later, when he's got a hand at the side of her semblance & another on the mattress to keep him from pinning her to the mattress that Kuroo notes how viciously red her lips are, as well as the blooming marks at the base of her neck & upper chest, that he speaks :

          ❛   Y’know ...   I could get used t'a havin’ ya wake me up 'nd stayin' like this for the entire day ...   ❜     his voice's nothing but a whisper as he leans back in for another kiss to his girlfriend's lips ;   a contented smile lingering when, with the tip of his nose, he runs a line through Kira’s rosed cheeks.     ❛   ...   but I really should start gettin' ready.   ❜

VIA THE SYSTEM OF TOUCH ;     accepting      //     @violevin

#➤ c h a l l e n g e r — ❛ memes ; answers #➤ h i t m a r k e r — ❛ in character ; answers #➤ m a i n s e l e c t i o n — ❛ your mind is just a program & I’m the virus. ❜ #➤ i d e n t i t y — ❛ violevin #violevin #( in which this man is an absolute simp for the prettiest girl around town #I can't even blame him she's so hot #I want Kira to wake me up with kisses too #ASIDFGAWHFEAWEIJR )