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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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