Cw: mentioned homophobia, doesn’t go into detail but it’s brought up.
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‘My aunt is getting married.’
‘Okay?’ He was not expecting that to be the first thing suna said to him when he
Answered this call. The two middle blockers had stayed in contact with each other but their conversation normally stuck to texting memes, or texting to talk shit about the teams they just played. Phone calls were rare, conversations about family even more rare.
‘I need a date
To the wedding.’ Suna replied, casually as if this was normal territory for them.
‘And you’re telling me this why?’
‘C’mon, I know the frogs star middle blocker is smarter than this. The weddings in Sendai, you’re in Sendai, what more could I ask for.’
‘So you find out the
Wedding is near me, and immediately jump to asking me?’
‘Well no. I find out my aunt is getting married, refuse to go because she’s a homophobe and the worst, get told I have to go by my mother, and settle for bringing the worst date possible, hence me calling you.’
‘Excuse
Me?’ Tsukishima bristles. ‘Is that supposed to make me want to go?’
‘Calm down, I meant worst date in her eyes, not mine.’ Suna backtracks. ‘We would make her so mad together. We’re hot, smart, and I know you love pushing peoples buttons as much as I do. You don’t want to
Spend a night pissing off old conservatives with me?’
‘If you’re just looking to annoy her, why don’t you ask Miya. The blonde one, he’s plenty annoying.’
‘Please. He’s a slut for praise, he acts like a bitch until he’s surrounded by aunties and then he’s a role model.’
Tsukishima laughs, deciding to skip the train ride for a slightly longer walk back to his apartment so he can continue the conversation.
‘And how do you know I’m not the same?’
‘Call it an intuition,’ Suna hums. Tsukishima decides to ignore the swoop he felt low in his gut
At the low voice Suna replied with.
‘What all do you expect from me then? Just go and insult your family?’
‘More or less. And you’ll have to put in your piercings.’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
‘I follow your Instagram, I’ve seen them. The eyebrows, the lip.
Wonder where else you might have them that isn’t Instagramable.’ Tsukishima barely suppresses a shiver.
‘Send me the date and I’ll see if I can make it work.’ He says before hanging up.
He could, in fact, make it work and a few weeks later he finds himself housing one suna
Rintarou the night before the wedding. Their suits are hanging in his closet for the morning, and as they’re waiting for the take out to come, Suna decides he’s going to paint tsukishima’s fingernails.
‘I don’t think I can wear this to work.’
‘I’ll help you take it off
Tomorrow. She used to always bitch to my mom about my nails being black all the time, this is perfect.’
‘Fine but I can do it myself.’
‘Have you ever painted your nails before?’ Suna asks, tilting his head slightly and smirking.
‘No, but how hard can it be?’
‘Ok then I’m
Doing it. I’m not having my date have the worst manicure there.’
He relents, but as he realizes how much skin to skin contact is involved with this he regrets it. It won’t be until years later that he realizes how much suna was milking it, that he didn’t need to put his palm
Directly on suna’s knee, that suna didn’t need to gently move his hand each time he finished a nail. The final nail in the coffin is when Suna finishes his right hand, a mix of black and pink glitter of all things, and he lifts tsukishima’s hand to his mouth to gently blow on the
Drying nails.
‘Don’t want them to smudge,’ suna whispers as Tsukishima is frozen, eyes unable to look away from suna’s even as he feels himself blushing and hears the doorbell ringing with the take out.
He’s fucked.
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The phone rings five times before it’s answered at the last second.
‘Hello?’ His voice only sounds a little familiar. Usually, the context he’s hearing it in involves more growling, more raspiness. His day to day voice only hints at the
Kuroo is nervous. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous, not really. On the surface, it’s because he’s meeting his girlfriend’s youngest son today. Deep down, his brain doesn’t accept that as an answer.
He’s already met her oldest son, and they got along
Perfectly fine. He’s a people person, he knows how to deal with all types of personalities, without batting an eye. Almost thirty years of working with the JVA and their eccentric players have honed his people skills.
So why was he nervous?
He gets to Ayako’s house and is immediately put to work. Dinner is almost ready except for the finishing touches, so he’s setting the table while Akiteru, her oldest, is starting to bring out some of the dishes. Kuroo looks at them, eyebrows raised.
When Tsukishima had seen his former teacher on the app he had downloaded, he had originally swiped as a joke. There was no way the Kuroo Tetsurou, heartthrob of Karasuno, would swipe back. It was vindicating to confirm he was gay though.
He had less than a month to lose his virginity before he turned nineteen and he was determined to make it happen. He had only had the app for a few hours when DMs started rolling in, but his eyes caught on this one. Everyone else could wait.
‘Nope, I’m serious,’ he replies.
His bio was short and to the point. ‘Almost 19. Virgin. Not looking for a relationship, just someone to fuck me.’
‘Tsukishima. Do you know what kind of people you’re going to attract with that bio?’
Correction: he hates his neighbor’s boyfriend who moved in three months ago, six months after Kuroo missed his one and only shot to ask out his original neighbor.
The neighbor, Kuroo’s long lost soulmate, the one who got away, was Tsukishima Kei, and Kuroo has had a crush on him since the day he moved in. He had offered to help carry boxes, joking that Tsukishima’s arms looked like they needed a break, and Tsukishima had glared at him in
such a bone chilling way, Kuroo was clearly hooked.
He had warmed up to him slightly when Kuroo had caught Tsukishima’s cat, Strawberry, after a daring and unfortunate escape from Tsukishima’s balcony to Kuroo’s.
They had coffee dates, they went grocery shopping together,
#BoKuroTsuki royalty omegaverse au where kingdoms are ruled by alphas and alphas alone. Two alphas marry and they’ll both have harems, omegas who live to serve them and birth their heirs.
When Tsukishima presents as an omega, and his dad essentially donates him to the crown, he
Takes small solace in the fact that he avoided a worse fate. The kids in the estate had all told horror stories of whore houses that omegas were sold to, kidnapped and trapped in. He had seen their faces when he presented, a mix of pity and fear and mocking disgust.
Sure, his
Future was squashed to be nothing but a broodmare for the royal bloodline, but it could be worse. He had hear good things of their kings. Bokuto Koutarou and his husband, Kuroo Tetsurou. Even if they were cruel, no one but them could touch him. Stealing the kings’ property was a
This but make it #krtsk where Kuroo is the blue and tsukki is the gray. And kuroo tries again, a year later, but at the exact time and tsukki texts him a place and a time for their first date.
Kenma shook his head as Kuroo paced back and forth in the room. ‘Panicking isn’t going to make the time pass any faster.’
‘Shh shush I didn’t ask for your judgement. He said try again in a year, I’m not missing my chance.’
‘Sane
People would’ve taken that to mean no.’
‘Kyanmaaa you don’t understand,’ Kuroo whined flopping down on the mattress next to Kenma. ‘He’s my soulmate he just doesn’t know it yet.’ Kuroo goes on a tangent, waxing poetic about the tall blonde he had been obsessing over for the