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likeshipsonthesea · 5 years

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the story

so a quick ficlet-y headcanon thing of whiskey that i thought i’d share when i have a final in *checks watch* fifteen minutes because as we all surely know by now, i make horrible decisions

my new belief of Lax Bro Guy, whose name I decided will be Jamie (it’s really Chad James but 1. too many chads on the lax team so he goes by his middle name, and 2. there were also two chads in his kindergarten class and he didn’t mind being jamie, which leads me to -->) Jamie grew up with Whiskey in Arizona

best friends since before they even really knew what best friends were. they were in the same sunday school class and would spend the whole lesson every week passing crayons back and forth and bouncing in their seats, waiting until they could go outside and play

they both played hockey and lacrosse together all through elementary school and middle school (let me tell you please about their working-class parents make all the dropping off easier by coordinating carpool schedules and they somehow feel more comfortable leaving the boys home alone when they know jamie and whiskey are together, at least) (oh and fuck i want the latchkey kids whiskey and jamie getting up to shit together and swearing each other to secrecy, insides jokes inside of inside jokes, all this communication that no one else can hope to understand, omg)

in high school they both chose their respective sports-- lacrosse for jamie and hockey for whiskey, obviously-- and this is when they came up with The Plan.

The Plan is their respective but also mutual plan to go pro with their sports, become the new Wayne Gretzky and the new whoever-the-fuck-is-the-best-lacrosse-player (sorry i do not know LAX at all) and be best bros and the best players and have matching mansions side-by-side where they’ll spend the off-season hanging out forever

(... it’s a lil intense, but then again, jamie and whiskey are a lil intense)

The Plan doesn’t have much specifics in regards to families/wives, but they both agree that they will spend their first paychecks on nice houses and cars for their parents and siblings, because these boys love their families okay, fiercely, and it’s sometimes limiting

(jamie, imo, knew he could be ~not straight~ earlier than whiskey ever thought about it, and he’d notice the things his parents would say off-hand, unthinking, and he goes to church every sunday and wonders what can be true, what it means to be a good christian, when does love become bad? is it when that love comes with conditions? when it can only hold the parts it understands?)

but going back to The Plan one major part of it is going to Samwell. we don’t have much in the way of canon as far as the LAX team goes, but we know that Samwell is impressive hockey-wise, and in their freshman year of high school jack would have just signed on (right?? idk i can’t do math rn) and so Samwell becomes the way to get into the big leagues, and they both spend their high school careers fighting for the best grades, best spots on their team, dedicated to getting in and fulfilling their dream

then... Alyssa happens.

Alyssa is the assistant sunday school teacher at their church, they grew up with her as much as they grew up with each other, if with more distance because girls had cooties back then, and Alyssa is, like, the perfect girl in every way that appears to matter-- straight-A student, beautiful and always smiling, soccer player, student body president and head of every club imaginable. she’s a perfectionist and she’s ambitious and driven and, one day, she decides seemingly out of the blue that whiskey is something that she wants.

whiskey, a year younger, happily eats up the attention, trails behind Alyssa at school functions and goes along on dates she plans (and pays for, as the wealthier of the two) and he-- he likes her, loves her, whatever, he really does... at least, he thinks he does? that must be what the tight feeling is in his chest, right? love?

Alyssa leaves for Yale the year before whiskey and jamie graduate, and for that year they do long-distance (”it’ll be easier when you’re at samwell,” alyssa says, offhand, a lot, “then i can pop in and see you any time i want.” whiskey tells himself that the pressure in his temples, the way his hand clenches, instinctive, is because he misses her so much, and who knows, it could be true) and by all rights whiskey should miss her, should hate being away from her, but...

senior year is the best year he’s had since he and alyssa started dating in his sophomore year. he spends more time with jamie, with the team, with his family now that he’s not away all nights of the week at school functions or public dinner dates, and it’s... nice. he didn’t realize how much he missed just being a person instead of being part of a couple.

The Plan is still on, though, and he gets in to Samwell the same day Jamie does and they celebrate by getting bombed in an abandoned house near the edge of town, and, drunk, whiskey lists into jamie and tells him it’s going to be great and jamie smiles, says, “of course it is, it’s us, bro,” and something about it-- the smile, the words, the hazy sunset filtering through the boarded up windows-- it makes whiskey’s chest flutter in a way he knows without a doubt is... love.

he spends the summer trying to convince himself that it’s friendly, platonic love. then they get to samwell and jamie is the only familiar thing and he grabs on even tighter and-- he ignores the love thing. whatever it is, it feels nice, and in this foreign place where so many of the things he knows are gone or-- wrong, well. it’s just nice to have jamie.

and things go on like normal, or this new samwell normal, until the season ends. both the lax team and the hockey team don’t make the playoffs, and it-- it itches, because they’re here for The Plan, they’re here to go pro, and how are they supposed to do that when the can’t even make the playoffs? they got here, the fought to be here, and it’s still not good enough--

whiskey turns up at jamie’s dorm drunk on tub juice and melancholy and jamie opens the door with the most-- he’s in this big blue warm soft sweater and his hair is slightly damp from the shower and he’s got this understanding, sympathetic, loving expression on his face, and whiskey doesn’t know what he does exactly but in the next second they’re kissing and jamie is licking the tub juice from whiskey’s mouth and it’s just so good--

he feels so fucking guilty in the morning that he almost leaves before jamie wakes up. he doesn’t, but only mostly because it’s jamie, and avoiding this problem will never work. this is the guy that spent the entirety of their second grade needling whiskey until he agreed to go down to the river with the big kids and jump from the Big Tree (also the guy that swore, even all through the trip to the hospital, that it was worth any number of broken bones, which were 2 in his arm and meant that whiskey wrote out all of his summer homework for him)

jamie is.. removed, but understanding. he is visibly disappointed when he asks whiskey what he wants to do and whiskey says he has to talk to alyssa, but he doesn’t get mad (whiskey hates it when jamie gets mad. he does it so infrequently and he never yells he just gets-- quiet. whiskey, on the other hand, is irritated by the most minor of things, and jamie is amused every time, and fuck, if whiskey fucked up this friendship he doesn’t know what he’ll do)

so whiskey does go and talk to alyssa... on the phone.. and vaguely. “are there ever times where you don’t like the long distance?” he starts, in a very roundabout kind of way

“of course. i’d rather have you with me here.” alyssa is studying for something-- said so when she answered the phone, “why are you calling me now? we’re not scheduled until wednesday. i’m studying”-- and not that invested in the conversation, apparently.

“no, like, do you ever miss... being close to someone? like, physically?” whiskey winces at his own awkwardness and then panics in the ensuing silence.

“...you mean sex?”

whiskey says nothing.

alyssa clears her throat. “well, if you do mean sex, then yes, i do... miss that, sometimes. but i see nothing wrong with...” she pauses again. whiskey holds his breath. “our relationship, being long-distance, is mostly in our minds and hearts,” she continues, slowly, “so as long as we don’t give our... hearts to other people, i see no problem with...” she coughs.

whiskey then goes through a very quick, very complicated process of emotions. does this mean alyssa has--? why isn’t whiskey mad about that? does this mean what happened with jamie is okay?? can he keep doing it??? ...if the heart is the problem, does that mean whiskey cheated a long time ago?

alyssa moves the conversation along, swiftly changing subjects to something banal and easy to tune out. whiskey continues swaying in this new, weird confusion until alyssa eventually hangs up to give her full attention to her coursework.

...

so whiskey tells jamie that he talked to alyssa. which he did. and he tells jamie that they decided their relationship is less romantic than friendly. which is kind of what happened. and jamie beams and kisses whiskey and it feels so nice that he doesn’t want to talk about alyssa anymore, and that becomes the status quo.

whiskey tells no one about jamie and him-- half because jamie doesn’t want to be out to his teammates, half because he still calls alyssa his girlfriend when he talks about her. maybe, possibly, there are moments when he wants to talk to someone outside of it, someone who (hopefully) won’t judge him, someone who will help him detangle himself from the confusion.

but every time he goes to ask, start talking about it, he stops. where does he start? does he start in sunday school, passing notes back and forth, or in sophomore year when alyssa decided that he was hers, or college, or when they created The Plan, or that first night, or after his captain kissed a guy on national TV and now every time he left to hang out with jamie his parents suddenly got these expressions on their face like he wasn’t trustworthy, like he was doing something bad, like he was wrong--

the problem with explaining the story is that whiskey isn’t quite sure what the story is, yet. it’s easier to enjoy the parts he can, ignore the parts that can be muffled, and deal with the hard bits when they come. trying to make sense of it all... it hurts in a distinct way, an unforeseen, unavoidable, earth-shattering kind of way.

is it so wrong that he doesn’t want to feel that?

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earthtooz · 2 years

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'𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆.'

aka: you don't mind being lonely with the love of your life

pairings: suna rintarou x f!reader / kuroo tetsuro x f!reader

warnings: FLUFF, SFW, has swearing, late night shenanigans with suna and he teaches you how to skateboard + kuroo gets in a fight and you need to patch him up :( word counts: suna (1.4k), kuroo (1.2k)

a/n: favourite boys <3, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns. HIGHLY recommend listening to 'this side of paradise' by coyote theory whilst reading. bye i've been listening to this song for FOUR hours just to write this- enjoy!

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔:

you weren't expecting much to happen on a saturday night, some of your friends were out partying to celebrate the end of finals and exams, but you skipped out in favour of some much-needed alone time.

with the busy evening all of your friends have opted to sacrifice themselves to, you definitely weren't expecting a notification from your phone.

[ 8: 44 ] ─ sunarin </3 lol what are you listening to rn loser

[ 8: 44 ] ─ you >:) why are you judging me tf 🤨 none of your business

[ 8: 44 ] ─ sunarin </3 i'm not judging u you're legit the only active person on spotify rn ❗❗❗ it's kinda hard to not see you're listening to coyote paradise

[ 8: 44 ] ─ you >:) ... whatever. what do u want 🙄

[ 8: 45 ] ─ sunarin </3 come to my dorm and hang out w me

[ 8: 45 ] ─ you >:) no?????? you're gross.

[ 8: 45 ] ─ sunarin </3 you're getting blocked

[ 8: 45 ] ─ you >:) i was kidding you crybaby i'll b there in 5

[ 8: 45 ] ─ sunarin </3 ez cya later

true to your word, you were knocking on suna's dorm five minutes later and you didn't even have to do so twice before he's opening the door eagerly, pulling you in. you greet him with a brief hug, swinging your arms around his middle as he returns the gesture as well.

you note ginjima, his roommate, wasn't in the dorm with suna, so you ask about him.

"he's out at the 'rager' everyone is at," he shrugs absentmindedly, plopping down at the chair for his desk.

"i thought you were planning on going as well?" you asked and he fiddles with his rings.

"eh, it's probably just another shitty party that is held every once in a while, not a big deal. besides, i'm here with you now and you're always better than some sweaty teenagers."

you stuff your hands in the pockets of your sweats, smiling at his sentimental words, "wow suna rin, who knew you could be so nice."

"shut up. besides, it's been so long since we hung out."

"because i actually study for my exams instead of cramming everything the week before?"

he laughs, "i seem to be doing just fine."

"and i hate you for it."

you shuffle over to sit down on his made bed. it was expected of suna rintarou to have the most basic sheets which were black with a defined checkered pattern of white lines. at least he was redeemed by the clean state of his room.

"hey, i literally went to your volleyball game the other day, don't act like it's been forever since you've last seen me," you muttered, falling backwards on his mattress with a sigh.

he can practically hear him roll his eyes, "yeah, which you immediately left after saying 'good job' to fucking slowly disintegrate in your studies."

"you almost sound concerned for me."

"i wasn't, just missed my 2am buddy."

"don't worry, i was still up till 2am everyday, so i was there in spirit," you sit up fervently, "now stop your complaining, i'm here now! let's go grab dinner or something and spend the night out."

a short drive later, you currently take shelter in the only ramen shop that's still serving at 9pm; one you and suna have visited multiple times. thanks to him, it's become your little secret- that you have found a place to cherish when no one else is outside and the world is silent, with you two being the exception.

˗ˏˋ 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝, 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 ´ˎ˗

suna will keep it as your little secret for as long as he can help it, because under the dim lighting, he looks at you with a soft expression that not even he can help. he listens intently as you ramble about your lectures, he watches your face as it concentrates on the 8-ball game he sent you, but most importantly, he feels the way his heart expands with adoration when you laugh with him. whether it's stupid videos of atsumu, cat videos or tiktoks.

suna falls a little more in love with you every day, but he will keep that as a secret as well in the meantime because he's finally found someone he likes being lonely with.

and if he just asked, you would tell him the same.

"thank you!" your voice breaks him out of his reverie and he notices the two bowls of steaming ramen placed in front of you. the waiter nods before walking away.

before you could grab the pair of chopsticks that come with, suna pulls out his phone, sticking the camera up at you. you pose with a couple peace signs and he 'hmphs' in satisfaction. that's definitely going on his story later.

"i'm so excited to eat, it's been so long since we've been back here," you muttered offhandedly.

"we can come back here all we want."

"not when i'm broke we can't."

"then that sounds like a problem your lazy ass needs to fix."

"you're such a caring person, rin."

˗ˏˋ 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔 ´ˎ˗

after paying for your meal, suna drives you to an empty skatepark next and takes a skateboard out of his trunk.

"haven't you been wanting to learn?" he asks, gesturing to the item in his hands.

"not with you, dickhead," you said, turning away to hide the blush on your face.

really though, you were just flattered that he actually remembered the comment you made offhandedly one day, and you tried your best to seem indifferent about the idea. truthfully though, suna teaching you how to skateboard was nerve-wracking. falling on your ass was not appealing, especially in front of the man you've been pining after ever since high school.

on the other hand, you've been embarrassed enough times in front of suna rintarou for it to not matter anymore.

he takes none of your bullshit though, retorting, "oh yeah? then with who?"

your silence is the answer he needs.

"that's what i thought."

"okay but you're definitely gonna let me fall."

suna laughs at the image, jokingly adding, "yeah, i might, that shit's hilarious."

"i hate you."

"no you don't and i promise i won't let anything happen to you."

you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion as he places the wooden board on the cement.

˗ˏˋ 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢? 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢. ´ˎ˗

a whisper of "just trust me" is all you need before standing on the skateboard, feet parallel as you hold onto suna's shoulders for balance.

"see?" he says softly when you finally adjust, "it's not that bad."

you nod.

"i'm gonna pull you around now, ready?"

"rintarou-"

he takes your hands from his shoulders and holds them in his larger ones. any complaints you have are gone and suna gently pulls you along as he walks slowly. you don’t know what to focus on, the sound the skateboard makes as it glides along the concrete, the feeling of wind softly breezing through your hair, or the warmth of suna’s fingers intertwined with yours.

but suddenly, he takes his hands from yours and pushes you, sending you rolling along the cement. you hear his laughter echo through the empty area as you’re slightly freaking out, not used to the sensation. you use your arms instinctively to try control your balance, but to no avail.

“you're a whore!” you yelled, stepping off and stumbling away for a moment, abandoning the skateboard.

that makes suna laugh even louder as he runs to collect his skateboard, “what did you just call me?”

“you’re a whore- ohhh get roasted!”

“shots fired,” he adds unenthusiastically, unable to hide a smirk creeping on his face.

"boo, you whore."

˗ˏˋ 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚜𝚘, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 ´ˎ˗

"come on," suna mumbles as he grabs your hand again and you think you might malfunction. the black-haired boy sits down on his skateboard, legs splayed out in a 'v' position and he gestures for you to sit in between.

hesitantly, you do as told and lean back against his chest instinctively. "is this okay?" you whispered as he wraps his arms over your shoulders.

"yeah, more than. are you comfortable?"

"mhm," you glance up towards the sky, "whoa, there's so many stars out!"

suna follows your line of sight and notices that you were correct- it's not like you could see many stars in the suburbs, but some liked to scatter along the night sky here and there. nevertheless, it was always a breathtaking sight.

but what really grabbed suna's attention was the way you pulled out your phone and tried to find where certain constellations would be. he listens intently to every word, resting his chin atop your head.

he wouldn't mind it if it were like this for a little longer because regardless, suna will continue to fall for you with every little moment you shared.

because there truly wasn't anyone he rather be lonely with and one day, he'll let you know that.

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎:

“can i call you a certified idiot now?”

kuroo groans as you place a bag of frozen peas against his eye, “not the right time, y/n l/n.”

“sheesh, what’s got you all pissed and snappy?” you muttered comically, hovering over him and inspecting his skin for any further injuries.

you shouldn’t be in this predicament right now. instead, you should be studying with kuroo at the library and not patching him up after he got in a nasty fist fight on school grounds. you got sent a video of it on snapchat from your friends after calling them, wondering where your study buddy was.

you got your answer, but by the time you arrived, the fight was long over and you were dragging kuroo away from his friends and to your dorm nearby.

so… yeah, that was the current predicament as you hold both his hands in yours, noticing a few bruises beginning to develop along his knuckles.

“can you straighten your fingers?” you asked and kuroo tried to do as told but to no avail as his hand started shaking before he could fully extend them. “kuroo-”

“i’ll be fine, my fingers aren’t broken and besides, a few bruises is nothing volleyball didn’t train me for.”

you sighed, closing his hand into a fist as you rested your forehead against it, “what am i going to do with you, kuroo tetsuro.”

you’re disappointed in him- obviously, but he adores the way his name rolls off your tongue so effortlessly and he can’t help but feel a little loved at the way you’re being so concerned for his wellbeing.

“i’m fine. the only thing i feel bad about is missing out on our study session.”

ever the nice guy, you can’t help but smile at his sincerity, “studying is the last thing on my mind right now. what if you get expelled or suspended for the fight?”

“no chance. with the way i beat that fucker up, he knows what’s coming for him if he tried to report me, especially since he was being a dickhead first.”

that’s kinda hot, you thought to yourself before immediately shaking the thought away.

“didn’t take you for the juvenile type,” you said, taking the frozen bag away from his eye for a second to inspect it, “besides, what did he say that got you so riled up?”

kuroo had always been a level-headed man who thought about his actions and words beforehand. to see him lose his shit like this was oddly scary and you repeatedly thought about the video your friend sent, ignoring the sense of pride that bubbled when you realised that kuroo was dominating the fight.

when he doesn’t try to answer, you immediately regret asking and began rambling, “i don’t mean to be intrusive! maybe you just wanted to fight someone or something cause why not, but you’re definitely not the person to be like that, so it’s kinda weird y’know? like-”

“he was talking about you, and i didn’t like it.”

well that shut you up.

in fact, it sent you into a meltdown as you tried to interpret what kuroo was saying. “are people not allowed to talk… about me?” you asked as your face scrunched into one of confusion and bewilderment.

“i didn’t like what he was saying,” the volleyball player muttered, looking away.

“what was he saying?”

“you’re gonna hate me.”

“i promise i won’t.”

“you're gonna have to swear your life on that.”

“just say it.”

˗ˏˋ 𝚙��𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 ´ˎ˗

kuroo sighed before reluctantly whispering, “he asked if you were my girlfriend, and when i told him ‘no’, he said he could treat you better than i ever could.”

your face warmed- dramatically and suddenly, it became hard to breathe and all you could think about was the boy sitting on your bathroom counter as he grumpily held a bag of frozen peas to his eye.

“kuroo,” you breathed shakily, “is there a deeper meaning behind this?”

“i like you, in a more than a friend kind of way.”

“oh…”

now, when you fell for kuroo tetsuro a year ago, you didn’t think those feelings would ever be reciprocated, because truthfully, you thought that the man was out of your league- practically unreachable. he was attractive and had a personality?? unbelievable.

you tried not to look far into the study dates, all his flirtatious compliments and praises since that’s just how it is, right?

“please say something,” the black-haired pleaded, “just let me down easy, okay?”

instead, you smile; genuinely and widely.

“y/n what are you-”

you answer him by leaning in, cradling his cheeks in both hands as forget about the bag of peas. your hand is cold, but kuroo doesn’t really mind- not with the way warmth spreads within him from your touch alone.

you’re gentle with him, treating him with a certain kind of fragility that he adores, and he can’t help but turn into putty, melting into you completely. kuroo can’t think about anything else apart from how you actually return his feelings and how he actually has a shot with you, after months of convincing himself he wasn’t enough for you.

he chases after you as you separate from him with half-lidded eyes and a lovesick grin.

“does this mean you like me too?” asked kuroo.

“what do you think?”

“i think i’m the luckiest man on earth.”

he leans in again but you stop him, holding the bag of peas up again. “no more, you need to heal that black eye of yours, mister.”

˗ˏˋ 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 ´ˎ˗

with a groan, kuroo expresses his frustration and disapproval for not being able to kiss you again. he notices that his arms have gone to your waist but he doesn’t really try to take them off, not as you take a step closer to eliminate any unnecessary space between you.

he really does think he’s the luckiest man on earth, because how did he have a shot with someone such as you? you, who texted him every morning and evening, who always left little notes of encouragement in his textbook to find, who was willing to listen to all of his rambles- even if you didn’t understand them.

kuroo could only return your kindness and generosity with acts of his own. he sometimes wrote your essays for you, always agreed to hanging out with you; even if that meant watching the latest horror movie, paid for your order every time you visited the quaint café not too far from campus. somewhere along the road, he stopped doing it out of service but out of love as he fell for you and slowly became yours.

even if you were never his.

˗ˏˋ 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 ´ˎ˗

kuroo still doesn’t think he’s worthy of you, even as he holds you in his arms and you’re willingly patching him up after a rough fight with a moron. you’re staying when other people would’ve left.

but he doesn’t care about his insecurities anymore, because he’d be stupid to ever let you go.

‘i will treat her better, just you watch.’

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