#(tetsuro doesnt look like a real word anymore)

[tetsusgoing]

Kuroo doesn't really understand flowers.

He thinks he knows some flower language — red roses are a famous romantic gesture, yellow flowers can either make someone very happy or very sad, white always represents something good and pure, and lavender roses represent love at first sight (he read that in a magazine once).

But at the end of the day, he is clueless when it comes to picking out flowers that suit the occasion, especially when he's picking out flowers for you.

He doesn't know your favorite flower, and he knows you're fairly passionate about the language of flowers — while he's aware that you wouldn't complain about whatever he gets you, it's a challenge he sets up for himself.

However, he's been in this flower shop for half an hour and, as the marigolds he's looking at start blending into each other, he's rethinking buying flowers. You'd appreciate a simple lunch, wouldn't you? He'd get it from your favorite restaurant and break out the fancy plates and make it look like a scene from a movie. And you'd smile at him like this is a movie and he's luckiest guy in the world.

He's looking absentmindedly at a vase of peonies that sit comfortably on a high shelf, pink and bright, when his phone vibrates in his pocket. He's grateful to look at something that isn't a flower even for a few minutes, and he's especially grateful that you're the one calling him.

"Heyyy ~"

Your voice comes through the phone, easy and playful the way it is on affectionate and slow mornings. It's his favorite sound in the world.

"Good afternoon princess, did you just wake up?" He lightly teases as he makes his way to an empty corner in the semi-packed shop so he can have some sort of privacy, a moment of quiet to tease you some more.

"Hey, eleven in the morning on a weekend isn't late," you click your tongue, "it's not my fault you're always up with sun, freak."

He laughs at the way you spit out your insults, like you're trying to hold back a giggle. You couldn't be threatening if you tried.

"Yeah yeah, I'm sure I'm the weird one in this relationship."

"You are." There is shuffling in the background, and he knows you're changing positions in bed the way you do when you're enjoying yourself on a call. "Where are you anyways? You're not really the type to hit it and quit it."

Oh, he knows you're incredibly proud of yourself for the terrible joke; and he knows that if he points it out, you'd say you're taking a page from his book.

"I'm getting us coffee because we're all out of capsules." It's partially a lie, but he wouldn't mind stopping by a coffee shop after he's done for you.

"Oh, right. I should really remember to write that on the grocery list. Actually, I'll do it right now, hold on—", the ruffling of bed sheets confirms that you're making your way out of bed and into the kitchen. He can visualize it very clearly, you with your terrible case of bed head— the same one he left you with —and blindingly colorful pajamas making your way to the kitchen.

You bump into your coffee table on the way, and he knows so because you're incredibly dramatic about your "wound".

"Okay, done. No more forgetting coffee capsules."

"Good job soldier."

That elicits a breathy laugh out of you and kuroo is pleased with himself.

"Okay, other than coffee, what else do you want for breakfast?" You're opening cabinets and searching for breakfast tools now.

"Oh, no need for you to make anything. I already made you pancakes while you were busy sleeping."

A moment of silence passes. He assumes you're checking the table for the mentioned pancakes.

"Didn't see those there." Comes your monotone reply.

"What, no 'thank you tetsuro you're the best boyfriend I could ask for'? I'm so unappreciated in this house." He jokes, knowing this will have you smiling on the other end.

And it does. Except, now, you're more awake and you bear the mindset to mess with him.

"If you make it home in less than 20 minutes, you might get some thank you kisses."

And before he has the chance to even blurt out a reply, you hang up.

It's such a classic move from you: dangle the prize in front of him, and then snatch it away. Knowing the challenging glint in his eyes, you were always sure that he would come chasing his prize.

And kuroo never lost, not when it came to you.

So he turns off his phone, quickly places it back in his pocket, and thanks god that the flower shop isn't that far from the apartment the two of you called home.

Now, one last thing keeps him from making his way back home and smothering you to death.

The flowers around him in the shop are all vibrant, and the smell is a reminder of why people are so obsessed with them. He knows you wouldn't mind if he got you a cabbage and wrapped it in a ribbon; he knows it doesn't matter what kind of flower he gets. You'd put it in a vase and water it everyday and kiss his face every time you look at it.

You've always appreciated everything he did. Kuroo didn't have to move a muscle to be showered with your affection, but that's never stopped him from going all out for you. Never stopped him from making a full course breakfast on weekends even when you argued that you wouldn't eat that much anyways. Never stopped him from doing all the house chores when you had an important final coming up even if you weren't that busy. Never stopped him from listening to your favorite songs and memorizing them enough to sing along with you when it plays on the radio.

And it certainly wasn't about to stop him from buying you the prettiest bouquet of flowers that he has ever laid his eyes on.

It sits proudly on a shelf mounted on the wall near the entrance (how did he miss them?), like a jewel on a crown among the other displays of flowers. Its vase, though simple, is a perfect fit; the colors that explode on its petals are mesmerizing in a way that would be disturbed by any other vase.

It was perfect.

You'd put it in a similar vase and place it proudly on your dinning table, like a prize. You'd walk past it all through the day and smile to yourself; you'd think of your boyfriend and his great taste in flowers.

Stargazer lilies, right? Pink and white and speckles of dark red, the kind of flowers you take back home to your girlfriend when you're thinking of proposing to her over breakfast.

#am i biased for using my own favorite flower?? noooo #anyways #this breaks my 9 months long writing hiatus finally #i couldve given birth in that time #i could've had his baby in that time #im sorry for writing that tag. #no im not #anyways... suga piece soon?? maybe?? #ok love u thank you for reading and reading my tags this far #kisses u #ugh i gotta do the actual tags now #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurō x reader #tetsurou kuroo #(tetsuro doesnt look like a real word anymore) #haikyuu fluff #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo and the 12 variations of his name