It had been three weeks since he had last seen Rintarou. Or well, maybe he was Suna again.
He had scoffed, brushed off the warnings of moving in with your boyfriend when they had signed the lease. Surely him and Rintarou were different. They understood each
Other. They were willing to put up with the ugly sides to their partners.
Until they weren’t.
Evenings spent cuddling on their second hand couch turned to evenings with one of their dinners getting cold, no word when the other one would be home. Playful banter turned into
Cutting remarks, aimed to hurt. Things the two of them used to do together, suddenly becoming a solo act. Kei wasn’t even sure when the last time Rintarou had touched him was, when they had last slept next to each other.
He shouldn’t have been surprised, really, when the black
Haired middle blocker asked for a break. When he said he was moving out to stay with someone he knew. He shouldn’t have been surprised, but he was. The screaming match after Rintarou’s announcement didn’t help their cause, and when the door slammed shut, Kei felt something in him
Slam shut with it.
A break, he figured, could help them. I mean, they had signed a lease together, they were pretty much stuck. A few weeks apart, distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that bull.
A break is a break, until. Until Rintarou showed up one night, startling
Kei from where he sat lounging on the couch. He was here for his things, he said. Three weeks apart and he was happier than he had been for months, he said.
Kei sat in frozen silence as he packed. Watched as he slowly, precisely, removed every trace of himself from their—now
Kei’s—apartment. What about the rent? Both of their names were on the lease for at least four more months, he signed a contract, Kei argued, trying to spark some feeling other than the icy cold shards of loneliness.
His argument was squashed quickly, like he had already thought
This through. He’d pay his share of the rent, until Kei found a new place or the lease was due. Then it was out of his hands. That was the price he would pay to rid himself of Kei, Kei thought to himself on the couch. He couldn’t bring himself to watch, instead turning away to
Stare out of their—no, his—window. He was content to spend this time ignoring reality, until suddenly Rintarou—no, suna—was in front of him. He can’t find a hoodie, his old one from high school, you know the one.
Kei did know the one, and he knew exactly where it was. It was
Under the covers of the bed, tangled in the blankets Kei had used to form a makeshift Suna in his absence. He knew exactly where it was because he had been wearing it to bed every night.
He lied, of course, pretended like he had no clue where it was. It’s not his responsibility
To keep track of Suna’s belongings, not anymore, he argued. He wanted the fight, wanted to have Suna’s attention on him even if it was negative. It was his favorite hoodie, he never went on a trip without it, surely he wouldn’t give it up. He started to argue, started to push
Back until Kei opened his mouth.
‘Leave. If that’s what you’re doing, go.’
Suna just nodded, grabbed his things and left. Left his keys on the counter in the kitchen. Left Kei’s heart bleeding on their floor.
At least, he thought to himself as he laid in their—no, his—bed,
At least he would always have this. Suna may have taken everything else, but Kei would keep this hoodie.
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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
When oikawa wakes up, the bed next to him is empty. He frowns, throwing an arm out to the indent left by the blonde as if it would bring him back. The sheets are still warm, so oikawa forces himself into a sitting position to look at the time on his phone. He
Squints, just making out the 3 am time stamp without his contacts or glasses, and he huffs. Where could Tsukki have gone? He sees tsukki’s pants over by the door to the room, so he most likely is somewhere in the house. He debates going back to sleep but his curiosity gets the
Better of him.
Curiosity is what led them here in the first place. He had always thought the middle blocker was cute, and seeing pictures and videos of him playing for the frogs proved that he went from cute to incredibly attractive, but they couldn’t compare to seeing him in
Tsukki goes on a trip with the museum. It’s the frogs off season and they need someone to go to Argentina and meet with a department head there, and tsukki’s boss can’t make it so they ask him and of course he says yes?? The frogs are doing amazing
But he won’t play volleyball forever, he’s going to do all he can to further his career at the museum.
So he goes and the museum is amazing and the head of the department is close to his own age and despite his rusty hold on the language he learned years ago, they converse well
Together. The deal is all but signed, when the museum worker invites tsukki out for a night on the town. Normally he would decline, but over the course of the day the man had let it slip that his husband would be going, and after a tense moment when he realized what he
What if #krtsk#kurotsuki where when tsukki is a college student who works part time at a cafe inside the sendai airport. His worst(read: favorite) customer is a messy haired business man who flies more than any sane person should named Kuroo.
Tsukki absolutely refused to get a job on campus. He would not deal with strictly college students all day, he already had to deal with them for classes and half the members of the frogs are college aged. So he gets a gig at a smaller coffee stand in the sendai airport, where he
Can work the weird late hour shifts. It’s not terribly busy, and the hours work with his classes and practices.
And there is this one regular. Some business man from Tokyo who flies in and out of sendai what feels like weekly, who’s hair is a mess, and who pokes and prods at
Tetsurou woke up to the sound of the shower. He yawned, stretching out to half lay in the still warm spot his husband had left. He hummed to himself as he looked at the clock, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. The sun was just
Starting to rise, the early birds trailing out to start their day at the ocean. He knocked twice on the bathroom door, short sharp raps to alert Kei of his presence before he opened it. Kei had to have just gotten in because he was just starting to scrub his hair, and that was
Always his first step in his showers. He doesn’t react when Tetsurou steps into the bathroom, or when Tetsurou joins him in the shower. He does, however, click his tongue when Tetsurou steps up and presses his body into Kei’s from behind, pressing a short kiss to the nape of his
Kei knew that when they chose a tropical island for their honeymoon, that it would be hot but he hadn’t expected this. 90 degrees and humid was fine when they could take a reprieve in their room where the air conditioning cut it
Down to a more tolerable temperature but on their second to last day, the air conditioning unit had broken, and there were no other available rooms. Tetsurou had been understanding, joking with the repair man who was looking at it, and assuring the lady at the counter that they
Would make it work for their last night.
He should have recognized the glint in his husbands eyes when he said that.
The sun was slowly starting its descent, casting its rays across the ocean and illuminating their room, but Kei’s view was on the man of the hour.