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i never went to oovoo javer

title: i never went to oovoo javer

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku (BKDK)

genre: fluff, humor, crack, quirkless!au

word count: 3.1k

summary: Katsuki regrets agreeing to have a night out with Shitty Hair and Dunce Face. What he doesn’t regret is calling up an Uber after dropping off his idiot friends and meeting one of the most attractive bachelors the small town of Musutafu has to offer.

Katsuki panics after realizing that his Uber driver, Izuku, was the hottest piece of ass he’s ever laid eyes on.

A/N: whoops i forgot to post this on tumblr too. it’s just brainrot i promise. this is what i vomit out when i get surgery c:

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“Soooooo, Bakubabe!” Denki slurs his words as the flush in his cheeks glow a bright red. He takes another swig of his drink before turning his attention back to his explosive friend. “I met a girl at the gas station near my apartment yesterday, and I think you’d totally match well with her!”

“I’m not fuckin’ looking for someone to hook up with right now, Dunce Face.” Katsuki scowls at the other blonde’s words. “Especially, not with some chick that you met at a shitty gas station.”

“But, you’ve been so grumpy and being a meanie,” Denki complains. “I’m pretty sure you just gotta get laid. You know? Live your life a little!”

Eijirou, who’s equally as drunk as Denki, brings a fist down onto the table loudly earning him a few glares from other customers around the bar. “Yeah, man! You’re starting graduate school in a few weeks, but you haven’t hooked up with anyone for the past four years since all you’ve done is study. This is the first time you even agreed to go out with us in months!”

Denki nods his head vigorously in agreement.

“First of all, we literally saw each other last week. I made you food in my own kitchen because your sorry asses can barely even touch a microwave without burning something,” Katsuki bites back. He hears Eijirou whine about how ‘hanging out at home is different than going out’, but Katsuki chooses to ignore him and continue with his spiel. “Second, I’ve got better shit to do than have flings with people that I can’t stand or don’t mean anything to me. I’m all or nothing.”

Denki flails his arms out dramatically. “You’re not even giving anyone a chance though! I get that you’d prefer a more long term relationship, but you’ve been single since forever, and you never agree to meet with anyone we try to set you up with.”

“Because none of them are ever fucking good enough!”

“Then, why don’t you tell us what is good enough? Everyone’s got things they look for. Tell us what your ideal type is for a partner and maybe we could help you out.” Eijirou suggests.

Huh. The question makes Katsuki pause for a moment. He may not be actively searching to date, but he has thought about this very topic every once in a while. Typically on particularly lonely nights when he’s home alone shoving spoonfuls of ice cream into his mouth while rewatching the romantic comedy films he hides in the corner of his closet.

Eijirou and Denki both notice the sudden hesitance. They look at each other before sporting matching cheshire grins.

“So you do have an ideal type!” Eijirou snaps his fingers like he’s discovered all the wonders of the world. “What are they like? Are they hot? Do you like people with tattoos? Piercings?”

“I’m not telling you shit, Shitty Hair!”

Denki grabs some of his hair in frustration. “Come on, dude! You’ve gotta give us something to work with! Does your ideal type have funky hair? Maybe you secretly love dad bods? I know a guy that’s really into knees一”

Katsuki spends the next couple of minutes groaning to himself as his friends continue to pester him with annoying questions one after the other. His patience starts to run thin, and he doesn’t think he can take any more of this.

“Alright! Fuck off!”

Denki and Eijirou immediately shut up at the angry blonde’s outburst and wait with anticipation.

“I-I don’t know. I guess guys that are fit? Not too much muscle, but just enough to look healthy. Freckles are fine and whatever.”

The two friends continue to listen intently as Katsuki begins to ramble on.

“And, they’ve gotta have more than two brain cells; smart. They gotta be able to keep up with me.”

“I can’t stand assholes that go out and party a lot. I prefer someone who has a good balance between wanting to have a night in and going out to try something new.”

“They also can’t be smelling like shit that just walked out after taking a shower in heavy cologne. None of that flowery stuff either. Woodsy is fine.”

“And, fuck, I like it when people are super passionate about something they love?”

The sound of glass clinking together on the other side of the bar snaps Katsuki out of his trance and he finally notices the disgusting googly eyes his friends are giving him.

Denki smirks. “Who knew Bakugou could be so romantic?”

Katsuki flips him off.

Who the fuck gets this drunk at 10pm on a Wednesday night?

Katsuki is fuming in his seat as he watches Eijirou almost faceplant into his half eaten plate of nachos. Denki isn’t doing any better since he’s now cradling a spoon in his hands and murmuring a lullaby out of tune. It was time to go.

Katsuki throws down a wad of cash onto the check and takes one last sip of his glass of water before dragging his friends out the bar and into the parking lot.

Yes, his fucking glass of water because the two idiots decided to drive here together when they knew they were going to get drunk and now he has to drive them home in Denki’s car. As much as he knows he’s an asshole, Katsuki was not going to leave his friend’s car in some sketchy part of the neighborhood.

Katsuki digs through Denki’s pockets and locates his car keys before shoving both men into the back seat. He sits in the driver’s seat and immediately starts driving towards his friends’ shared apartment. Luckily, it’s not too far of a drive from the bar and he reaches his destination without any other disturbances other than the spontaneous hiccups from the drunk men behind him.

Once Denki and Eijirou are both hauled into the apartment and into their respective rooms, Katsuki shoots their other roommate a brief text.

Soy Sauce Face. Check up on idiot #1 and idiot #2 when you get home from work later. They’re drunk af

Katsuki receives a thumbs up from the other male a few seconds later and he lets out a sigh. Now all that’s left to do was figure out how the hell he was gonna get home. There was no way he was staying at this pigsty of an apartment, especially if there was a chance that his friends would end up whining about their hangover the next morning when he’s trying to get his beauty sleep.

His apartment was about half an hour away, so taking an Uber might cost a bit, but he’ll just make Denki and Eijirou pay him back for all the suffering they’ve caused. It wasn’t even 11pm yet either, so an Uber might not be too bad.

As long as his driver wasn’t a total ass.

Katsuki orders the Uber off his phone and locks up the apartment with his spare key. He walks down to the front of the complex and jots down a couple groceries that he needs to pick up tomorrow as he waits.

A few minutes later, a car pulls up next to the blonde with the passenger side closer to him and Katsuki recognizes that it’s a green Mini Cooper. The window in front of him slides down and he hears a chill Lo-Fi song playing in the background as the driver comes into view. Katsuki almost chokes on his spit because holy shit.

Sitting at the driver’s seat was a young adult male with fluffy, dark green curls and a body built like a literal god. His toned arms were languidly placed around the steering wheel while firm thighs were pressed against the cushioned seats. To Katsuki, it was an absolute sin that such a fit person also had the biggest innocent looking eyes he’s ever seen with a button nose on an absolutely adorable face and oh, fuck, are those freckles??

“Hi! Are you Bakugou Katsuki?”

He also sounds like a fucking angel!

With all this storming through Katsuki’s mind, he still sported his usual resting bitch face and leaned down while glancing at his Uber app. “You, Deku?”

The Uber driver raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Deku?”

“Yeah. My Uber driver.” Katsuki turns his phone so that it’s facing the other man.

“Oh, that says Izuku. You probably read the kanji wrong.”

“Whatever, Deku.” Katsuki opened the car door and desperately willed his ears to stop reddening. It definitely didn’t help that he had a full view of how thick Izuku’s ass was now that Katsuki was sitting right beside him. Like, damn. Katsuki prayed for his driver not to be a total ass, but he definitely was not complaining about that ass.

Izuku blinks owlishly at Katsuki blatantly ignoring the correction before shrugging his shoulders and gesturing at the backseat. “Sorry about the clutter in the back!”

When Katsuki looks back, he sees a few cardboard boxes and empty suitcases littering the seats. The clutter was somewhat unusual, but the front seats were pretty clean and spacious, so it didn’t really bother him. “S’fine.”

“I was helping someone move and didn’t have enough time to get rid of some things before starting my shift,” Izuku explains as he inputs Katsuki’s address into his car’s GPS.

Katsuki tried not to look too interested by casually resting his elbow on the center console as he asked nervously, “Boyfriend?”

Since when did the Bakugou Katsuki care about other people’s love lives? Especially about some stranger? He literally just got in the car.

Izuku shook his head. “No, just a friend. I’m actually not seeing anyone right now.”

HELL YEAH.

Katsuki takes in a deep breath and immediately gets a whiff of a subtle, earthy fragrance permeating the inside of the car. It smells like pine wood with a hint of mint, and he actually quite liked the scent. Not wanting to give away the internal whooping and cheering going on in his mind, Katsuki redirects the conversation to the scent, “I like your air freshener. Smells good.”

Real smooth. I’m sure that’ll get his attention.

Izuku takes his foot off the brake to start driving and looks around the street to make sure he didn’t hit anything, leaving Katsuki to have a nice view of his side profile. “Oh, my air freshener actually ran out last week and I keep forgetting to replace it. You might be smelling my cologne. I hope it’s not too strong!”

FUCK. He just indirectly told Izuku that he smelled good. Way to go, Katsuki. You’re making a complete fool out of yourself in front of possibly one of the hottest people you’ve ever met.

The car exits the neighborhood and only the sound of soft music fills the air which leaves Katsuki sweating.

“So,” Izuku starts, “how was your day, Mr. Bakugou?”

Izuku is one of those Uber drivers. Katsuki absolutely detests small talk and would rather slam his head against the front of the car multiple times than take part in it.

“Katsuki.”

So, why the fuck did he answer, and why the fuck did he just respond with his first name?

Izuku gives a quick glance at the blonde from the side of his eyes before turning back to the road. “Hm? Would you prefer I call you that? I don’t mind! Then, how was your day, Kachik一Katshu一Kach一”

Katsuki has a smug grin on his face and leans closer to the now flustered male. “Having trouble there, Deku?”

“I told you it’s Izuku!”

Katsuki just hums uncaringly and continues to grin.

Izuku huffs and pouts. “Fine! Then, I’ll just call you, um…Kacchan!”

Shit. That’s cute. Katsuki thinks as he crosses his arm and pinches the skin on the corner of his elbow to keep himself from reacting. “Do whatever you want, nerd.”

The car approaches a red light before coming to a stop and the two are immersed in another moment of awkward silence. Katsuki’s ears redden once again as he turns his head to look out his window and focuses his eyes on the blinking walking symbol, trying to build up the courage to say something. Here goes nothing, “My day was fine.”

He sees Izuku smile widely out of the corners of his eyes. Definitely worth it.

The two talk about a few other topics during the drive, including Katsuki’s all time favorite comic book hero, All Might, who just happens to be the same hero Izuku’s been obsessed with since he was a child as well. The Uber driver had sheepishly told him that he took down all of his All Might merch from his car so that he doesn’t scare off the people he’s been giving rides for. Katsuki had taken out a small All Might Plush keychain from the glove compartment and hung it on the rearview mirror rightfully where it belonged. He earned himself another blinding smile from Izuku.

Katsuki also learned that Izuku loved to work out everyday, which explains why the freckled male had calloused hands and killer thighs. The blonde smirked when he caught Izuku blushing after a compliment was sent his way.

At some point, Katsuki mentions that he’s about to head off to graduate school in a couple weeks to start studying for his PhD in chemical engineering and Izuku almost swerves the car in excitement.

“That’s so cool!” Izuku is practically vibrating in his seat. “We’re both in the engineering crew then! I’m getting my PhD in biomedical engineering!”

He’s smart too?? How the hell is this guy so perfect?

Katsuki’s eyebrows raise with curiosity. “What school are you going to?”

“UA!”

“Shit, me too.”

That means this might not be the last time Katsuki sees Izuku around. He wants to kiss the universe for giving him such a lucky break. Not as much as he wants to kiss the man next to him but whatever.

The car is only about a minute or two away from Katsuki’s apartment when Izuku suddenly brakes hard. Katsuki is startled by the abrupt jerking motion and is about to question what’s wrong when he notices a deranged looking man standing in front of the car. The stranger starts yelling curses and accusing Izuku of running him over even though that clearly didn’t happen.

How dare this man try to ruin Katsuki’s non-date Uber drive with Izuku?! The blonde is about to unbuckle his seatbelt and give this dude a piece of his mind when Izuku quickly pulls down his window and sticks his head outside.

“Try that on the next bitch! I have a dash cam, motherfucker!”

Oh. Katsuki didn’t think he could become even more whipped for this man, but he was just deliciously proven wrong. He doesn’t even try to calm down his racing heart this time.

The crazy stranger has a terrified expression on his face and promptly runs away to disappear into the night. Izuku grumbles for a bit at the inconvenience and then suddenly freezes in place, remembering that there was someone else in the car with him.

“Shi一Um…” Izuku rubs the back of his neck nervously and avoids Katsuki’s gaze. “That doesn’t happen very often…”

Katsuki is still too enamored to form any coherent words so he simply nods his head in acknowledgement. “Hm…”

“C-could you just forget that ever happened?”

As much as Katsuki wants to tease the nerd, he decides to save it for another day. Their time together is almost over and he wants to make the most of it, which is also why Katsuki can’t stop the next words from leaving his lips, “Nah, you’re good. That was kinda hot.”

Izuku lets out a strangled squeak and he turns red all the way from the bottom of his neck to the top of his head. The blush doesn’t die down even as they slowly approach Katsuki’s apartment complex.

Katsuki doesn’t move even as the car stops and Izuku parks. The blonde starts shaking a leg anxiously since he’s not entirely sure how to go about saying bye to Izuku. Hey, cut him some slack. He hasn’t been interested in anyone like this for the past four years. The only thing he can think of doing is pulling out one of the napkins he pocketed from the bar and borrowing one of the pens Izuku kept in his cup holder to write something down.

Izuku breaks the silence first, “I一it was nice meeting you, Kacchan! Maybe we’ll run into each other at school! W-we could study together or grab some lunch or something…only if you want to, of course! I don’t want to force you to hang out with me or anything.”

Now that won’t do.

Katsuki interrupts Izuku’s rambling as he roughly grabs onto the front of the freckled man’s jacket and pulls him in his direction. Katsuki hears Izuku let out a yelp as he stops the man’s face a mere few centimeters from his own to give the other time to pull away if he wanted to.

Katsuki holds his breath when Izuku doesn’t pull away. Instead, the nerd shuts his eyes closed and fills in the remaining distance between their lips. The two share a deep kiss for a few seconds before pulling away slightly and resting their foreheads against one another.

Despite the moment of peace, Katsuki suddenly feels overwhelmed by the situation and draws back quickly.

Izuku is startled when Katsuki shoves a napkin in his face and leaves the car with a resounding slam. When he looks down at the fallen napkin, he sees a phone number and the name ‘Kacchan’ signed underneath. If Katsuki had looked back at all he would’ve witnessed the absolute flustered, yet giddy mess he had left Izuku in.

Katsuki hastily makes his way up the stairs to his apartment and loudly shuts his front door behind him, uncaring if he just woke up his neighbors. He leans against the door and slides down.

I fucked up. Why couldn’t he do anything right? It was going so well! And, then he just had to go and get all worked up like a fucking weak ass一

Katsuki’s phone vibrates.

The blonde fumbles with his phone and turns on the screen without blinking.

Hi Kacchan! This is Deku! Maybe we could go see that new All Might movie together next week?

Did Katsuki gently put his phone down momentarily and kick his feet into the air while squealing like some stereotypical teenage girl getting a confession from her long term crush?

No. No, the fuck he did not.

…it’s not like anyone would ever know.

After having his moment of bliss, Katsuki responds to the text with a nonchalant ‘Sure, nerd. I’ll pick you up this time.’ before switching to the Uber app.

Katsuki gives Izuku a five star rating.

A/N: hehehehehehhehehehehhehehehheheheh

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secretpeachtea · 2 years

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Cat-egory: Love (Kuroo x Reader)

Summary: In which you enjoy working at a cat café and Kuroo enjoys your company.

Genre: fluff, slice of life, timeskip (but no heavy spoilers!)

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: a quick haikyuu oneshot that had me rolling on floor :D i decided to just post it on both tumblr and ao3 since it’s not too long, so read on whatever platform you please :)))

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You’re quite proud of the quaint little cat café you opened up a few months back near the outskirts of Tokyo. All of the customers love the arrangements of pastries and cookies complementing the many types of coffees and teas that you sell. To top it off, there are six different cats roaming around the shop to keep anyone and everyone company during their stay.

It’s near the end of the work day, only an hour left before closing, and you’ve just handed off the last muffin available to a kind elderly woman. You sweetly smile at her and let out a huff of breath once she leaves. Normally, you work with one other coworker, but they had called out for about a month or so last week due to a family emergency. You were pretty confident that you would be able to take care of everything on your own since your café was pretty small with a limited menu, but it’s still been a pretty rough couple days.

Just as you’re contemplating on sitting down for a quick break, the bell above the door rings signaling that a customer has entered. With your best customer service smile plastered on your face, you turn towards the approaching individual.

“Welcome to Cat-alyst!”

A tall, attractive man confidently walks up to the counter dressed in a sleek, grey suit that catches the attention of a few customers from their tables. Despite the professional outfit and posture, what probably stands out the most is his gravity-defying spiky, black hair that could pass as bed head. The dichotomy is actually quite charming in your opinion.

It takes everything in you to avoid ogling at the sharpness of the man’s jawline or the broad shoulders fitted perfectly into his jacket. “What would you like to order today?”

“I’ll take a black coffee and a danish pastry with custard filling.”

He pays with his card and you hand him his pastry. “Name for your order?”

“Oh, it’s K-”

Before the man could finish, he suddenly freezes in place and quickly looks down near his feet. It seems he was startled by one of the cats rubbing up against his leg.

You laugh and lean against the counter to look down on the black Bombay cat that has yet to move away from your customer. “Kuro! What are you doing all the way over here?”

The man’s head snaps up in your direction with wide eyes.

“Sorry about that. He’s not usually this affectionate with newcomers,” you comment as you turn your attention back to the customer. “What did you say your name was?”

The black haired male strangely hesitates for a moment before sporting a suspicious smirk. “Tetsurou.”

“Alrighty, Tetsurou. I’ll let you know when your drink is ready.”

You think you see a small tinge of pink on his cheeks, but it’s gone just as quickly as it appeared. Must’ve been your eyes playing tricks on you again. It’s been a long day.

He walks to the side and the cat follows him. The feline takes this chance to quickly climb the male’s long figure all the way onto his shoulders and simply drapes around his neck comfortably. You’re too busy with the order to notice him subtly sneezing into his arm a few seconds later.

You cap off the black coffee and smile as you hold out the drink. “Tetsurou!”

He pockets his phone and scratches your cat’s ears leisurely as he takes his coffee with his free hand.

“Why don’t you take Kuro with you while you sit? He’s always been my favorite too.” You reach up to gently pet the cat and he purrs at the attention. “Kuro’s such a good boy.”

This time, you definitely catch the man’s cheeks blossoming in a brilliant shade of red and he refuses to make eye contact with you.

“R-right. I’ll just, um, take him with me. Right now.”

You’re not sure what made him so flustered, so you just shrug your shoulders and get back to work as he walks away to one of the nearby tables without another word.

The next half hour goes by slowly as fewer and fewer customers stop by for the day. The man you know as Tetsurou sneaks a few glances in your direction when he thinks you’re not looking and you try not to act like you notice. It’s a bit difficult to do that though when his glances are accompanied by slightly watery eyes and not-so-subtle sniffles. You’ve seen more than a handful of people having the same reaction when they visit your café for more than a couple minutes.

Is he…allergic?

You’re wiping off one of the tables nearby when you see him stand up and throw away his empty cup. You cringe a bit when his voice comes out a bit nasally as he speaks to the black cat that’s still lounging next to him. “Sorry, little guy. I have to go now.”

Putting your cleaning rag to the side, you dig into your apron pocket and pull out a packet of tissues that you keep with you for emergencies. “Here, take one. Are you alright? You don’t seem to be having the best time of your life coming to a cat café with allergies.”

“No worries. I’m just fine and dandy,” he replies before sniffling once more for emphasis. He still takes a tissue gratefully and your hands briefly brush against each other. His hand is significantly larger than yours and there’s a warmth to them that almost makes you want to never let go. But alas.

Before you could pull back, he quickly grabs something from his back pocket and places it onto your palm. Based on the size and shape of the object, you don’t even have to look down to realize that he had just handed you his business card. His sharp eyes squint at something on your uniform before grinning. “I like your naming sense. See you around, (L/N).”

He turns to leave while you’re still dumbstruck by his sudden words and blinding smile. The chime of the bells above the door snap you out of your trance and the last thing you see is his back beyond the glass. You finally take the time to look down at the business card and read the text.

“Oh.”

His name is Kuroo.

It hasn’t even been 24 hours since you met human Kuroo, so you’re surprised to see him back at the café so soon. He walks in his all-suited glory once again an hour before closing, eyes searching for you expectedly.

You give him a smile that’s a bit more genuine than the one from yesterday as he walks towards the counter. “You’re back.”

“Indeed, I am. I’ll have a black coffee and a chocolate croissant today,” Kuroo responds.

“I got you.”

Similarly to yesterday, your cat Kuro runs up to the tall male and doesn’t hesitate to greet him with head rubs.

“It seems like Kuro…um…that might be a bit confusing.” You twirl a piece of your hair as you sweatdrop at the predicament.

The businessman chuckles. “Tetsurou is just fine.”

His words catch you a bit off guard, especially now that you know his full name, but you mentally tell yourself to calm down. You’re not some lovesick teenager that gets overly flustered by using someone’s first name. You’re both fully grown adults. “Then, (Y/N) is fine by me too.”

“Cool.”

…

Shit.

“I’ll go get your coffee for you now.” Your words are mumbled as you quickly grab his desired pastry from the display and pass it to him, avoiding any eye contact. “Enjoy the croissant!”

Kuroo doesn’t utter another word and simply pets the Bombay cat and intentionally avoids making contact with his face. The feline tries to climb his human counterpart just like yesterday but is stopped by a persistent hand each time.

When you return to the counter with Kuroo’s coffee, you sigh at his failed attempt to stop a sneeze after you hand him the drink. “If you’re struggling so much, wouldn’t it make more sense to go to a different café? I’m sure black coffee isn’t that hard to come around.”

Kuroo brings a hand up to rub at his neck sheepishly. “I just…really like cats.”

His wistful tone makes you pause for a moment. There must be more to his stubbornness than you know, but hey, that’s none of your business. All you really need to do is make sure all of your customers are happy and satisfied. Although, a little teasing wouldn’t hurt.

“Are you sure you’re not allergic?”

“I’m paw-sitive.”

Cue your eye roll. Alright, that’s the end of that conversation.

You look at him for a moment and Kuroo meets your gaze curiously. “I can take Kuro off your hands for now while you get yourself a seat. Do you mind waiting for a bit? I’ll be right back.”

The man looks like he wants to ask you something but stops himself and simply nods his head. You quickly take your black cat to the back room and gently pick up one of the cats that have been resting on the cat tower. Kuroo raises an eyebrow as you walk towards him with a brown cat that he hasn’t met yet.

“This little friend is Chestnut. She’s a Burmese cat and they’re known for being hypoallergenic,” you explain as you place Chestnut into Kuroo’s arms. “You can hang out together for as long as you’d like and you shouldn’t have any issues.”

Kuroo looks at you with stars in his eyes. “Thanks. I really appreciate it, (Y/N).”

“Anytime, Tetsurou.” You give him a warm smile. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Kuroo stays in the café until closing and he’s significantly less red-eyed and sniffly than yesterday when he finally stands to leave. He’s the last customer inside, so you’re a little less embarrassed to walk up to him and tell him what’s been sitting on your mind since yesterday. “I can text you a list of antihistamines that you can take the next time you come by. You’ll be able to pet Kuro and some of the other cats if you’d like?”

Kuroo smirks. “Is this your way of asking for my number, (Y/N)?”

“You already gave me your number, genius.” You roll your eyes and fish out his business card that you’ve conveniently kept in your apron since the day before.

The man’s ears flush red at your words and scratches his cheek awkwardly. “Right. Then, I guess I’ll be waiting for your text.”

Your heart flutters at the prospect of him looking forward to a message from you, even if your original intention was just to send him medication recommendations. Jeez, that sounds lame.

But, with the way he warmly winks at you before leaving gives you a little hope for something more.

For the rest of that week, Kuroo visits all of the days you’re open and you can tell he’s been taking the antihistamines you told him about because of how well he’s interacting with all the cats. He’s pretty adamant about stopping by your shop at the same time every day too and you assume he stops by after work.

It’s now the middle of the third week since his first visit and Kuroo hasn’t shown up for a few days. You’re a bit worried at his sudden absence, but something stops you from texting him to see how he is. You’re still not really sure where your relationship lies and you’ve never met up outside of the café.

You’re just about to start putting up the chairs when the bell above the door rings behind you. Without turning around, you muster up an irritated greeting, “Welcome to Cat-alyst! We literally close in like 5 minutes.”

You hear a familiar burst of laughter come from the customer that just entered and it causes you to snap your attention towards the door. Sure enough, Kuroo is standing by the door in his suit, but something seems a bit different. You’ve become so used to his neat outer appearance that it catches you off guard when you notice his disheveled form. His jacket unevenly sits over a coffee-stained button down and his slacks are slightly wrinkled. His bed head seems even more chaotic than usual, so he’s definitely had a long day, if not week.

“Yeah, you’re right. My bad. I can stop by next time,” Kuroo responds apologetically.

He’s just about to turn around when your voice cuts him off. “W-wait! Um…it’s okay. I can get you something to drink and let you hang out for a bit. You look like you might need it.”

“I wouldn’t want you to work overtime just for me. I’d be staying past closing.”

You wave off his concern. “I don’t mind. Let me just finish taking care of some chores and we can just chill? I’ll even grab myself a drink too.”

Kuroo gives you a hopeful smile. “Sure.”

As you flip the open sign around and make your drinks, Kuroo walks over to an empty table. You get slightly distracted when he takes off his suit jacket and places it on the back of the chair before sitting down and crossing his legs. He pulls up his sleeves and cuffs them near his elbows. His fit, yet slim body almost makes you swoon and the veins running along his forearms have never looked more appealing on anyone else.

When Kuroo suddenly looks up, you let out a small noise of embarrassment for getting caught staring and quickly get back to focusing on the drinks. If you had looked up one more time, you would’ve noticed his smirk accompanied by reddened cheeks.

With two warm mugs in your hands, you head over to Kuroo who’s now petting both Yuki, the white Ragdoll, and Shark, the grey Russian Blue. When you place his mug on the table, he thanks you.

You sit across from him. “Long day?”

“It was shit,” Kuroo replies. He takes the mug into his hands and stares down into the liquid that most definitely does not look like his usual coffee.

You look away nervously. “It’s a decaf green tea. You didn’t specify what you wanted and I thought it might be good to go without so much caffeine for the night.”

He takes a sip of the tea and hums with content. “It’s good. I probably should lay off the caffeine a bit, especially after work.”

The two of you take a moment to relax a bit in the comfortable silence as you enjoy your respective teas while the cats lay across the floor. Despite the tranquil atmosphere, you have a strong desire to converse more with Kuroo and listen to his witty, yet kind words. “So tell me, what’s got you so exhausted this fine evening? Spill the tea if you will.”

Kuroo chuckles at your choice of words and you think you like that sound a lot. “Just an asshole coworker that’s lacking in docosahexaenoic acid.”

“Says the guy with a cat allergy that decided to frequent a cat café.”

“Shh. I thought we were past that.” Kuroo feigns offense before shifting his expression to one that was significantly softer. “Plus, I’m not just here for the cats.”

“Oh?” Your cheeks flush at the insinuation. “Care to explain?”

“Well, I have a day off tomorrow and I know you’re closed on Thursdays, so maybe I could tell you more if you let me take you out for lunch?” He runs a hand through his hair with confidence, but the slight twitch in his eyebrow gives away his nervousness.

You already know what your answer is going to be, but you purposefully place a hand under your chin as if you were still contemplating on a decision. You hold back a laugh when you see Kuroo shift in his seat with anticipation.

“I’d love to.” You place your hands back on your mug to distract your attention from the warmth on your cheeks to the warmth in your fingers instead.

Kuroo’s smile widens at your words. “Great! There’s actually a nice onigiri place pretty close by. An old friend of mine is the owner and I think you’ll like the food.”

“Can we meet here and walk there together? I’d like to check up on the cats before we head out,” you ask.

“Fine by me.”

You smile.

“Then, it’s a date.”

You head over to the café about half an hour before your lunch date and step into the back room where all the cats rest during off hours. Chestnut and Yuki, who are already awake and roaming, come to greet you at the door. Shark and Kuro are playing with some toys, while your orange Persian cat, Carrot (aka Bastard), is still snoozing away in his bed. The only young kitten of your café, a Siamese cat named Almond, is nowhere to be seen, and you become a bit worried since he’s usually the first to greet you.

A muffled sneeze from one of the cat towers catches your attention and you look into one of the enclosed compartments. Sure enough, you see Almond laying on his side and he looks up at you lethargically. You bring a hand inside and carefully take him out. Now that you can see him in better lighting, you notice his inflamed eyelids and the discharge around his eyes. The poor baby looked sick.

Without another moment to lose, you quickly grab a small cat carrier and a few blankets before placing Almond inside and locking it up. You rapidly check up on the other cats to make sure they look healthy too. Afterwards, you call a taxi to come pick you up as you walk outside the café and lock the doors.

After you get in the taxi and give the address for the nearest vet, you remember that you were supposed to meet up with Kuroo soon. You curse under your breath at the situation and pull up his number on your phone.

The call rings once before he picks up. “Hey, I’m about 10 minutes away from the café. What’s up?”

“Hey, Tetsurou. I’m really sorry, but we’re going to have to cancel lunch. Almond got sick and I’m heading over to the vet right now. I know I might be overreacting a little, but he’s still so young, so I don’t want to risk it.”

“Oh, shit. No problem at all, (Y/N). Let me know if there’s anything you need and keep me updated if you can. I want to know if the little guy is okay.”

“Will do. Thanks, Tetsurou.” You hang up the phone just as the taxi pulls up to your destination. You pay the driver and quickly go through the process of admitting your kitten. Thankfully, today’s been a slow day, so the front desk is able to get the vet to check up right away without an appointment.

Once the vet gets a look at Almond, you’re finally able to let out a sigh of relief when they tell you that the kitten is experiencing a pretty common upper respiratory infection that can be treated at home. The vet sends you off with a couple medications and instructions that don’t seem too difficult to follow. It hasn't even been an hour since you left the café, but you’re already set to leave with Almond.

You call another taxi and make your way back to the café with a peaceful, sleeping kitten next to you but not before shooting a quick text to Kuroo about any updates on the situation. He doesn’t respond right away, so you just pocket your phone and look out the window.

During the drive, you can’t help but feel upset at the missed opportunity to spend time with the man that’s caught your interest, but you don’t feel comfortable leaving Almond alone, especially since you have to keep him isolated from the rest of the cats.

As the car approaches the café, your eyebrows raise in surprise when you see a tall figure standing in front of the entrance. There’s no mistaking that the lone person is the one and only Kuroo Tetsurou waiting for you and wearing casual clothes for the first time since you’ve met him. You’re so used to his formal attire that his casual wear makes you fall for his looks all over again. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with dark jeans and black running shoes. His hair is not as styled but still looks put together, and he just looks…ready for a date.

When you exit the taxi, you notice that he’s holding a plastic bag that has an unfamiliar logo with the name Onigiri Miya written on the bottom. The two of you make eye contact and stand in front of each other for a few moments.

Kuroo’s the first one to break the silence, “I know you said you didn’t want to leave the cats unattended and you probably haven’t eaten yet, so I thought I’d bring the lunch to you. If you’re still down?”

Your heart swells at the gesture and you find yourself unconsciously nodding your head with a smile. “Let me just take care of some things first and then we can dig in.”

Kuroo follows you inside the building and sets the food down as you let the other cats out in order to clean up any potentially contaminated items.

“Need any help?” Kuroo asks as he watches you run around to finish your tasks as soon as possible.

“No, it’s okay! I’m pretty much finished. You can- ah!” A yelp escapes your lips when one of the cats suddenly runs in front of your legs and you have to maneuver your body to the opposite direction. You were able to avoid stepping on the cat, but it caused you to lose your footing. Fortunately, you’re not falling for long when a strong pair of hands grasp onto your shoulders as your face bumps into a hard surface. You’re disoriented for another few seconds, but the arms around you keep you secure.

Once you catch your bearings, you turn your head towards the feline culprit. “Bastard! I told you not to run around like that.”

You can practically see the orange cat smirking as he gets comfortable in his usual spot on the cat tower.

A voice above you startles you out of your one-sided conversation. “I thought his name was Carrot?”

“That’s what I officially changed his name to when he was first brought here since I couldn’t have kids running around calling for ‘Bastard’. I still call him Bastard, though, since he’s a cheeky one.” You grin as you look up at Kuroo, but your smile quickly disappears once you realize what position you were in.

Kuroo’s arms have yet to leave your side and your chests are close enough to feel your racing heartbeats syncing up. The two of you are lost in each other’s gazes and his eyes occasionally flicker towards your lips. You both unknowingly lean closer until your faces are only a few inches apart. Your eyes flutter closed when you suddenly feel something furry against your mouth that most definitely does not feel like another pair of lips.

When you snap your eyes open, the first thing you notice is Kuroo’s close proximity and wide eyes looking just as confused as you were. When both look down, you see a small black paw slotted between your lips. Apparently, while you both were distracted, your Bombay cat had climbed on top of the man’s shoulders again and decided it would be a great day to be a menace.

With a little bit more awareness, you pull away from Kuroo with bright cheeks and the man’s own cheeks mirror yours. You point at the food sheepishly. “Maybe we should eat?”

“Y-yeah.”

You both sit across from one another and take an onigiri from the pile. You must have been hungrier than you thought because the moment you take a bite, the only thing that floods your mind is the delectable taste of a perfectly seasoned rice ball. “This is amazing.”

“Right? I’m really glad they opened up a shop in Tokyo. I always stopped by Onigiri Miya whenever I visited Miyagi,” Kuroo responds just as content with the taste.

“I’m guessing you bought these from the place we were supposed to have lunch at?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want you to miss out, so here we are.”

“We can’t seem to meet up anywhere away from this café, huh,” you comment humorously.

“Not a problem. We’ve got more opportunities to go out together in the future.” Kuroo smirks. “As a matter of fact, I’m free Sunday night, and I know a good ramen place for dinner.”

“I’d like that.” You then point your finger at him teasingly. “You sure you’re not allergic to ramen though?”

Kuroo snorts and pretends to make the gesture to slap your hand away but instead lightly grabs your hand and links your fingers together smoothly. The next hour is spent getting to know each other more and sharing stories of your lives. Throughout the whole time, your hands never stray far from each other.

At some point, you get up to brew some green tea and you both migrate to a carpeted part of the floor to sit closer to the cats. You opt to sit next to Kuroo, shoulder to shoulder, and your hands find his again.

Good food, good cats, and good company. Despite the slight mishap in the morning, you’d say this was a pretty good date.

One year later

Kuroo doesn’t come to the café every day, but he stops by enough that all of your regulars know him by name. The rest of the customers mainly know him as ‘that one tall, handsome man with the ridiculous bed head who’s dating the owner’. He still comes in near the end of work hours, but now that your coworker is back, you have more flexibility in spending time with him.

Today, Kuroo had texted you earlier that his meeting was being extended, so he probably wouldn’t be able to make it to the café. It’s now past closing time and your coworker had already left since you were in charge of locking up for the night. You’re sitting in the back room feeling a bit sad that you couldn’t see Kuroo today, but those feelings were immediately alleviated when feline Kuro jumps onto your lap and rubs his head against your chest in comfort.

Your heart melts at the cuteness and you pet him lovingly. “You’re right, Kuro. Who needs men when I have you?”

The black cat meows as if responding in agreement.

You bring him closer to your chest and nuzzle his face while cooing. “I love you, Kuro.”

The sound of a plastic bag dropping on the ground startles you and the cat on your chest jumps away in fright. Your head quickly turns towards the door and you see your boyfriend standing stock still, a familiar bag from Onigiri Miya sitting at his feet. He’s completely red from the bottom of his neck to the tips of his ears and he’s sporting an endearing expression on his face.

For a moment, you’re confused as to why he was so flustered, but you realize that it’s the first time he’s ever heard you say that special three word phrase. He’s said it to you a few times now, but he has yet to hear it from you directly. Technically, you hadn’t even said it to him directly this time, but…right. His name is Kuroo too.

“I-I meant the cat! My cat that is named Kuro! Black cat Kuro! Not that I wouldn’t say it to you, um…” Your rambling just seems to make the situation more awkward.

Kuroo is the first to recover and he walks over to where you are while holding out a hand for you to take, abruptly silencing you and lifting you to your feet. “No worries. You can say whatever you’d like whenever you’re ready, (Y/N).”

His gaze draws you in and before you know it, your lips meet his in a deep kiss. His hands come up to gently cup your face, while your arms latch onto his sides in a tight grip. He tilts his head more to draw you in even closer and his movements cause you to take a few steps back until your back hits the wall.

The sweet moment almost turns more desperate when something lightly paws at your leg.

You break from the kiss and look down to see all six cats surrounding the two of you and watching your every movement with their curious eyes. Almond is standing the closest and is also the one who interrupted you. You let out a small giggle. It seems you could never catch a break from them.

When you look back up at Kuroo, you see him already staring at you with a soft smile gracing his lips. His eyes are filled with so much adoration and affection that you can’t stop your next words.

“I love you, Tetsurou.”

Kuroo looks surprised for a moment before his expression shifts back to a wide grin.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

A/N: enjoy my product placement for Onigiri Miya. my tidbits series is still wedged deep into the dark crevices of my soul (and if you haven’t read that yet, !!!!!)

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfic #Kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #cat cafe #cafe au #timeskip #haikyuu timeskip #secretpeachtea

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