[ 5:29 PM — kuroo t. ]
you’ve always had this beautiful smile. one that would light up your eyes, teeth barely exposed by your lips, telling him that he was an idiot. kuroo would do all sorts of things just to see you smile, laugh, look his way if only for a second. you never seemed to do it otherwise, your gaze always shifting from him.
“i never get it right,” you grumbled, catching strands of hair as you removed the hair tie to try again. he had watched you for some time now, sitting on the chair by his desk, homework long forgotten, with his chin propped up on his palm.
“what are you even trying to do,” kuroo wondered, chuckling, furrowing his eyebrows when you released your hair from another attempt to put them up in a bun. the scowl on your face hinted at your frustration, head turning away from the mirror next to his bed with a pout.
“a messy bun,” you explained, releasing the grip on your hair. you were cute that way, hair all messy, pouty face that made him want to pinch your cheeks. “why’re you staring at me like that?”
“you’re adorable getting worked up over your hair.” he smirked as you raised an eyebrow at him.
“you’re one to talk, rooster head.”
“yeah yeah, i can’t get rid of my bedhead hair, i’m coming to terms with it,” he grinned, grabbing an eraser from his desk to throw it at you lightly.
you caught it with ease, and then smiled that beautiful smile of yours. the soft glow of the afternoon sun coming in through the window highlighting it as though you smiling was all he needed to see in this moment.
kuroo knew he was crushing on you, hard, his first friend he had made after kenma in middle school. but he had always had that crush on you, your cheerful attitude, carefree demeanor inspiring him, though you matured enough to know better now.
“maybe sleep like a normal person, then,” you sneered, throwing the eraser back at him. you missed, hitting the door next to him instead.
“YOU suck,” you retorted, turning back to his mirror to try again. “jerk..” that’s when he appeared behind you, his taller frame looming over you. kuroo liked the way you curiously peered up at him in the mirror, the question unspoken on your tongue. grabbing your hands, he took away the hair tie, pulling at it until your locks gathered around your shoulders, covering the skin of your neck he so itched to touch.
you didn’t know what he was doing. he didn’t even know what he was doing, but his fingers found your sides regardless, soft touches prickling on your sensitive skin that had you curl up instinctively, laughter bursting through your lips.
“no! please—STOP,” you half-shrieked, half-laughed, trying to escape the tickles that didn’t seem to stop. it really didn’t and at some point you had tried to forcefully jump on his bed to escape him, to no avail.
but you were lying below him now, tears catching on your lashes as you gasped for air, clutching his shoulders to push him off of you. he had always played dirty, knowing all your weaknesses and exploiting them when you least expected it.
what you didn’t expect was the sudden realization that the tickling had stopped, but kuroo lying on top of you made it hard to breathe, hard to stop laughing—what the hell was going on?
“tetsu—please, i can’t—can’t breathe,” you nearly cried, laughing. confused but still grinning, he propped himself up on his elbows, watching you laugh and cry with adoration. no, wait—he probably shouldn’t be so close, trapping you between his knees like a boyfriend would his girlfriend. he got carried away..
you were just friends, nothing more, just—
your grip on his shoulders didn’t ease up when he tried to get up. he looked at you, his usual lopsided smirk faltering, softening in confusion, his eyes squinting slightly as though to understand. but your face was a mess, a beautiful, stunning mess. looking up at him with heated cheeks, tears in your eyes and labored breaths escaping your parted lips. he clutched the bedsheets on either side of your head.
“be good now?” kuroo asked, his voice low and you nodded, though you had no idea what he was referring to anymore.
there was only him, his messy bedhead hair that made him appear even taller than he was, his golden eyes that were so sharp and cunning that you didn’t dare to stare into them for too long. his shoulders that felt so hot under your touch. you couldn’t stand the thought of separating now.
you’ve been friends for so long now, but starting high school your heart had started to beat more rapidly in his presence, heating your cheeks, having you avoid his gaze to not give away your feelings. he would just make fun of you—
kuroo shifted slightly, trying to move off of you but your hold on him confused him, making him hesitate which is why one of his legs got caught between yours, grazing the exposed skin by chance.
the sudden sound you made made him clench his jaw, the soft whimper resonating in his ears as he tried to meet your gaze but you had turned your head to the side, exposing your beautiful, slender neck.
just what the hell were you doing to him..
“yeah, sorry,” he murmured, again trying to get up but you just wouldn’t let him. so then he decided to pinch the exposed skin between shirt and skirt of your school uniform, making you jump.
“let go off me?” kuroo asked amusedly, hiding the fact that his heart was trying to beat out of his chest with a coy grin. but you shook your head shyly, and he blinked. what?
“just..” you began, quietly, gaze still averted, “just a bit longer?”
his muscles relaxed, tension easing up as he processed your words, taking in your flustered appearance. he didn’t really understand, he didn’t want to get his hopes up. after all, you had just mentioned that you liked somebody the other day, so why would you—
“hmm,” he hummed, letting him fall next to you, his other arm and leg still an extra weight on you. he stared at you, observed the little changes in your expression, the way you desperately tried to hide the fact that you were blushing, hard.
smirking, he poked your cheek with the tip of his nose and you began to hold your breath.
“so.. when are you gonna confess?”
this time your eyes darted to his, finally meeting them, with surprise, your chest hot with embarrassment. you furrowed your brows, feeling your face heat up even more as you grabbed a pillow, stuffing it in his face and growled, “never!”
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