[ 03:48 AM ] KUROO TETSURŌ
“hey,” kuroo hiccups, blinking slowly.
he props his chin up with the palm of his hand and shoots you a lazy smile.
you sigh, shaking your head. “hey yourself.”
kuroo laughs, the sound bubbling out from his chest, genuine. “whatcha up to sexy?”
the chilly spring wind causes miniature goosebumps to bloom on your skin, and you wrap your jacket tighter around yourself, shivering slightly as you shoot him an irritated glare.
“well,” you deadpan, “some genius decided that three am is the perfect time to get shitfaced and call me to pick his miserable self up after he hurled his dinner all over the sidewalk, so here i am.”
and he laughs again, this time a little lighter than before. his chest tingles pleasantly.
kuroo allows himself to look at you for a few seconds longer than if he were sober. the moonlight casts a pretty silver glow on your figure, and despite the unamused look on your face, kuroo grins.
you look really nice, his thoughts whisper, but he doesn’t say it aloud.
“ah,” he pretends to think, stroking his chin with a serious look on his face. “who’s this genius? is he here right now? i really wanna meet him.”
you roll your eyes at him, but a smile is dancing on the corner of your lips. there’s that annoying flutter in his stomach again.
“c’mon dumbass,” you offer him a hand, urging him to take it. “let’s get you home.”
kuroo stares at your outstretched arm, and then back at you. he chews on his lips, unsure.
“home?” he echoes, voice sounding foreign to his own ears.
“home.” you repeat, a fond look in your eyes.
it’s nice, he thinks. kuroo isn’t sure if it’s the alcohol in his system, but his stomach feels bubbly and light and pleasantly warm.
yeah, this is nice.
“okay,” he grins, holding onto your hand to hoist himself back up. your fingers are cold, but his heart is racing all the same. “yeah, let’s go home.”
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