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babysbreath · 3 years

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strains of love

➶ kuroo tetsurō x reader

➶ fluff, slight angst but everything ends well, and one swear word lmao

➶ this is an entry for @neoheros‘ and @coophi‘s summer contest! married under 25 prompt!!!

Kuroo finds himself in front of yet another door. This one says '25' on the dull gold plaque. He leans forward, head turned at a slight angle. There's no noise coming from the other side. Strange. Kuroo knocks lightly.

There's a rustle. "Yeah?"

He smiles absentmindedly at the voice. "Hey, it's me."

"Tetsu?" Lots of shuffling noises follow. "Wait, you can't come in here."

"Yeah, I can,” he frowns. He tries the door handle, but it doesn't budge.

He can hear you sigh in relief.

"Oh, I forgot I locked it. Good."

"Good?” His voice comes out strained. “Why can't I see my own wife?" The knob is jiggled again experimentally.

A few of the staff bustle around, clutching clipboards, floral arrangements and the like. They give him a curious once-over before returning to their work.

"It's bad luck. And technically-"

"Don't say that you're not my wife yet. I was ready to do this last month." He rests his head on the door with a light ‘thud’.

“You’re so dramatic,” you mutter. The clack of your heels gets his attention.

“We had exams, Tetsu. There’s no way we could’ve managed both.”

“Okay, and the reason I can't see you now is?”

“Because it’s bad luck to see me in my dress before the wedding. Apparently.”

“I bet you look so stunning that it cancels out the bad luck,” he says, grinning at the door. He’s aware that he must look like some sort of lunatic but it doesn’t matter because it’s his wedding. He’s allowed to look as loony and lovestruck as he wants to.

“Oh no-” He hears you groan. “Am I going to be stuck with ‘Mr. Cheesy Pick Up Lines’ forever?”

His mouth twists into a pout. “You signed up for this, you know?”

The sweet strains of music reach his ears. Ah, most of the guests must have arrived. The realization slowly sets in. The wedding’s really happening.

His tie feels tight despite the pleasant weather and the smell of freshly cut flowers. He hooks a finger through the knot and tugs as gently as he can. The thought that he's messed up the neat tie still lingers at the back of his mind.

He clears his throat. “Where’s everyone else then? I half-expected to fight my way through your cousins and aunts just to get a glimpse of you.”

You’re probably giggling at the mental image of nice and courteous Kuroo Tetsurō, jostling past your doting family to reach you.

“They’ve gone to get the veil.”

“Ah.” He runs his hand through his hair, forgetting about the entire hour that it required to gel it down. It was one of his friends’ ideas. Probably Bokuto.

He practically yelps. “I hope you’re not hiding from me so Bokuto can come out in a wedding dress instead. I’ve seen videos like that online and-”

He hears you burst out laughing at that mental image as you say, “I should’ve thought of that. The look on your face would’ve been priceless.”

Kuroo laughs a little, in spite of himself. He still pulls out his phone and shoots a text to Kenma, asking for Bokuto’s whereabouts. Just in case. Then he rakes his fingers through his hair again. It feels unnatural. Sticky and awkward.

He suddenly recalls an interaction he had earlier.

“Oh um, one of my dad’s colleagues asked me how we decided to get married this early. I think he wanted to ask me ‘why’ but ‘how’ sounded more polite.”

You groan behind the wooden door that seems too much like a blockade at the moment.

"Reminds me of the time when that cousin said something about us being ‘young and stupid’ and you responded with ‘Young, stupid and soon-to-be-married, baby!’," you snicker.

"Yeah, I just laughed it off this time too,” he chuckles, an uncharacteristic nervousness bubbling beneath the surface.

The familiar melody of the piano regresses into a repetitive tune. He shifts his feet, unsure about… Well, he's unsure about what exactly he's unsure about.

“I really wish I could see you though.” It comes out soft, unbearably soft.

He breathes in- one, two, three - and out. But it’s only when he catches the sound of you walking towards the door, does he finally breathe a little easily.

“Hey, what if I opened the door a tiny bit? I could show you my face.”

“Okay. Yeah.” He can barely put it into words but he’s beyond relieved.

There’s the distinct click of the door unlocking and your head peeks out from behind it.

“Hi,” he sighs. “You look…”

You smile brightly, with your head seemingly floating at the rim of the door. It looks like a scene straight out of a horror movie. His heartbeat quickens, but it's not out of fear.

“You can’t even see me properly. So don’t say anything yet,” you state. So he nods with a growing smile.

Someone walks past and pats his back warmly, as you mouth "Professor Andō". You both smile politely as the professor turns to walk towards the main hall, before Kuroo turns his attention back to you.

Your hand makes an appearance as you reach out to point to Kuroo’s neck.

“Your tie’s a little loose.”

He nods again.

“It looks nice on you like that.”

He thinks his heart might burst. The music rises to a crescendo before relapsing into the melody, and you’re looking at him with a twinkle in your eyes.

You continue. “Your hair looks weird though. I wanna fix it.”

He instantly squeezes his eyes shut when you move to open the door.

There’s a light tug on his tie and he takes it as a sign to stoop down.

Your fingers thread through his hair, grazing his scalp and he melts under your touch. You run your hands through a few more times, tidying the mop of dark hair, before it becomes more of a gesture to soothe him. He wants to stay here forever. He has a whole life ahead, a whole life with you, but he’d much rather stay in this moment, in your arms.

“I really do love you,” he blurts out. And he’s afraid that he’s ruined the moment so he adds, “I can’t stay quiet, you know that.”

You hum. The corridor seems to buzz with sudden activity. He almost opens his eyes to check before he hears you whisper, “I know.”

Your fingers leave his head and you slip back into the room. When Kuroo does open his eyes, he notices a small crowd of ladies, hurrying down the hallway. He knows that he needs to leave before he catches sight of your incoming veil. He almost doesn't realize that the door is still slightly ajar.

Your head pops out again. "I know that and I love you. I really do."

Kuroo stands, rooted to his spot. He thinks he might be even more in love with you than he originally thought.

“Babe, I think a second wedding might be due. Maybe after our finals and graduation, then-”

"Tetsu, go. There's yelling in the hallway about how you're not supposed to be here." You try to sound serious but a muffled laugh escapes. “Let me get dressed completely, with the veil and all that jazz, so I can look as good as you do right now,” you tease.

"Sure, Mrs.'Cheesy Pick Up Lines'. Whatever you say," he grins and moves towards the main hall.

Kuroo is young, stupid and ready to marry the fuck out of you.

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babysbreath · 3 years

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strike me pink!

➶ suna rintaro x f!reader

➶ fluff

There’s a conversation going on that Suna is faintly aware of. He walks a little behind the group. Suna doesn't mind it. In fact, he's come to enjoy it, a welcome moment of peace after school.

He lets his thoughts wander, before he remembers what happened during lunch break. The twins had cornered him and pestered him about an apparent "crush". He sighs.

Being left alone with his thoughts is usually pleasant, until he realises that all he's thinking about is you.

Not the test that's coming up next week, or the small stone that's found a way into his shoe. Okay, maybe he is thinking about the stone. It sits in the corner, prodding stubbornly at his foot but he says nothing. Nothing about the stone nor his feelings for you.

After stopping to dislodge the piece of rock, there's a quick change in his pace and now he's comfortably strolling ahead. Just in time to catch the end of your sentence.

"-and you had it with you the whole time?"

It shouldn't pique his interest. It's probably some girl talk.

"Yeah, in my pocket," your friend whispers.

He's already peering over your shoulder.

Your friend, Aiko, brandishes the curious little object in her hands. The label reads 'cherry red'. The Miya twins nearly knock their heads together while trying to get a look, and Suna tries not to roll his eyes.

"It looks like a regular makeup thing."

You look up curiously at his voice. Aiko bounces on her feet, her excitement almost palpable.

"Well yeah, but it's called a tint." Oh, so that's what's making her lips look a shade brighter.

"Imagine if you got caught with it. It would've been confiscated and you'd cry-" you scold her lightly, before turning to Suna, "You can put it on your lips and on your cheeks too."

Suna chuckles, gesturing to his face.

"I don't think I really need makeup though." He receives a playful punch to the arm.

"Anyways," you giggle. "Can I try it, though?"

She nods, pushing the red container into your palms. You twist the cap off and swipe your finger on the spongy-tipped wand. Suna has to tear his eyes away from your face to look at the glossy red drop.

Right then, Atsumu decides to give his esteemed opinion on the topic.

"All this whispering for that?" he grumbles, looking far too upset that a harmless little object is the centre of attention. Atsumu murmurs something about "stupid makeup stuff" before you turn to him, and as expected, Atsumu instantly brightens. This time, Suna does roll his eyes.

But before he can make a comment, he watches Atsumu's face contort in horror as you smear the rouge colour onto his cheeks. He gets grabbed by Osamu, who takes a good look and snickers.

"Shut up, 'Samu" he barks, before pointing at you accusingly. "I can't believe you did that."

"Atsumu, it won't even do anything to you," you whine, as he hastily rubs the colour off. Instead, it spreads right across, his cheeks fully stained pink.

Suna finds himself thoroughly amused as Atsumu desperately claws at his face, glaring at the cosmetic like it was the bane of his existence. Aiko comments that he could borrow it whenever he wanted since it suits him, causing Osamu to howl in laughter.

Amidst all the commotion, Suna almost fails to notice you dabbing the leftover pigment onto your mouth. He averts his eyes, choosing to look at the gravel beneath his feet instead. Yep, it's the same road they walk on everyday. He'd rather deal with all the tiny stones littering the road than feel his heartbeat accelerate like this.

Then he dares to glance up at your lips. The cupid's bow. The pinched corners. Coated in the tint. Maybe Atsumu was right to look at the colour like it was the bane of his existence.

"Never seen makeup?" you tease. He's staring, oh god. He lifts his face and notices your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Suna, your face is red, like really red."

"It must be the heat."

A smile plays about your lips.

"The heat?"

He doesn't back down.

"Yeah. From the sun."

It's becoming difficult to look directly at you.

So he looks straight ahead. Your house is at the next turn. He's always thought the distance isn't long enough. Usually, by the time he musters up the courage to compliment you on how you look that day, you're at the front door.

Right now, he can't wait to reach your house.

He ignores the sound of your light, airy laugh. The last thing he wants is Aiko and the twins to witness him blushing. Because that's what his face is doing, apparently.

He doesn't even want to acknowledge what his heart is doing, It hammers desperately against his chest. He chooses to ignore the wretched organ.

"Hey, I'm not laughing at you," you say to him in a semi-serious tone.

You are laughing and he decides that he can't let you see him like this. He watches you scan his face for any sign of embarrassment from before. You're met with his trademark unimpressed look. He looks over at Atsumu, who's now flaunting the light red dusting his cheeks.

"Aiko told him that it actually looks nice. Adds a nice contrast to his bright hair," you explain, following his eyes.

"Oh." He wonders if you think Atsumu looks nice too.

"You were right, though. You don't need it."

"Oh?" This is interesting.

"You look better when it's a natural blush." Of course you'd say something like that.

"Shut it."

You laugh and wave goodbye.

×××

It's three months later and Suna's never felt more confident about a birthday gift.

You peer into the gift bag, push aside the tissue paper, and pull out a little bottle.

He hates being predictable but this time, it's excusable. You read out the label that says 'cherry red'.

"You got the same shade too?"

He shrugs. "I asked Aiko."

"This seems opportunistic," you say, but you don't sound mad in the least.

Later that day, he discovers that it tastes nothing like cherry. You tell him that it looks nice when smudged. He says the same to you.

On the way back home, Aiko and the two boys can't help but mention how flushed you both look.

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