Atsumu pulled his jacket tighter around his neck as he walked home. Spring was around the corner, but winter wasn’t leaving without a fight. It was so cold, he almost regretted how he had stormed out of his brothers shop. Almost, but not quite. He’d put up with
A freezing cold walk back to his place if it meant not having to listen to his twin rag on him for his unusual relationship status(like Atsumu didn’t know what Osamu was doing when Bokkun and his editor boyfriend would stay in the onigiri shop well past closing time).
He had,
After a few days rest to soothe the sore muscles that came from Tsukishima’s black cat of a boyfriend trying to fuck him through his mattress, called and talked to the other blonde. They had met up in the middle, some middle of nowhere café in some middle of nowhere town,
FaceTimed the other man and settled on a trial phase.
They were testing the waters, seeing if dating two people at once was something Atsumu could handle. Wanted to handle on top of his already busy volleyball career. (He ignored the chuckle from Kuroo at that, knowing that out
Of the three of them, Atsumu was probably the one with the least on his plate, though Tsukishima liked to downplay his workload).
It was weird, he’d admit. Not the parts involving Tsukishima, no, those were a dream. Exactly what he had hoped for when he had breached the topic
Of dating. It was nice to be able to know that the middle blocker wanted to come back to his place, wanted to spend the night and grab breakfast. Kuroo though, he was a piece of work. The man loved to pick a fight, but not like Atsumu was used to. He grew up throwing hands the
Second Osamu would look at him weird, but Kuroo excelled at sharp comments, tiny barbed things that seemed innocent at the time and then three hours later, when the man had his birds nest of a hairstyle shoved in your nose as he snored on your chest, then the meaning hit.
Tsukishima could keep up with him, of course, he was a snarky little shit himself, but Tsukishima riled you up to get his way, Kuroo did it solely for fun Atsumu swore.
He was almost back to his apartment when his phone rang. He popped in his earplugs, not wanting to expose
His hands long enough to hold his phone.
‘Hm?’
‘Why do you insist on answering the phone like that. What happened to hello?’ The quiet voice of Tsukishima washed over him, warming his insides.
‘Why waste my time, I know it’s you.’
‘Why use one word few will do,’ Kuroo
Chimed in, clearly on the other line.
‘I only use Instagram and even I know that’s fuckin’ outdated,’ Atsumu clicks his tongue. ‘Whaddya guys want anyways?’
‘We can’t just call to say hello?’
‘Kuroo, shut up.’ Tsukishima cuts him off. ‘Are you home yet?’
‘Walkin’ there
Now.’
‘Okay. You know how Kuroo had the meeting in your town but was supposed to catch the train right after?’ Atsumu hummed in agreement, mind flashing to the calendar app Tsukishima had made him download on his phone, and then spent an hour and a half color coding it for him
When he saw him next. ‘Well his meeting ran late so he missed his train.’
‘And what, he needs a place to stay? Sounds like a him problem.’ He smirked as he heard Kuroo’s shout of indignation in the background.
‘Well he can get a hotel but I had a long weekend so I figured
We could take advantage.’
Atsumu had just turned down the street his apartment was on when he saw Tsukishima, bundled up and leaning against the wall of his building. He hung up the phone as they made eye contact, walking up to him and pulling him into a short but deep kiss. He
Could vaguely hear Kuroo’s complaints coming from Tsukishima’s own headphones, as he broke away from the kiss laughing.
‘Hi,’ Atsumu grinned, punching in his code to let them into the building.
‘Hello. Kuroo, shh give me a second. I can barely hear you anyways, call me when
You get to the station.’ Tsukishima hangs up his phone, following Atsumu upstairs.
‘He comin’ over too?’
‘That’s up to you.’ The two of them slowly unbundled themselves, switching shoes for slippers. ‘I didn’t know if you’d have room for all three of us here. If not, Kuroo
Can try and get us a hotel room we can all squeeze into?’ Tsukishima suggests, clearly having planned this out.
Atsumu took a second to glance around his tiny apartment. It’s not that the Jackals didn’t pay him well, he just picked somewhere small out of comfort. He had shared
A room with his twin his entire life, and his first apartment was so big and empty he couldn’t sleep at night. He downsized the first chance he got, and took to filling his place up with bits and bobs to make it resemble his childhood home more and more(god, the look on Osamu’s
Face when he had seen his apartment had almost made him regret it, until his twin cracked a watery smile, saying it reminded him of mom’s room.)
‘I don’t think we’ll all fit in my bed, but one of us could crash out here.’ He frowned, pausing. ‘Or we could all crash on the
Floor, if both yer old man bones can take it.’
‘I’m younger than both of you,’ Tsukishima rolled his eyes. ‘You have futons and blankets I can help you lay out?’
‘Yeah, in the closet. Futons blankets and shit, it’ll be like a sleep over. Just need popcorn or somethin’ fer
Snacks.’
‘Did you eat dinner already?’
‘Yeah, at ‘Samu’s.’
‘Okay. When Tetsu calls back I’ll have him grab some snacks for us, maybe we can do a late breakfast after your practice,’ he mused, scrolling through his phone.
‘Sounds good. How long are ya here?’
‘I’ll have
To leave midday on Sunday to make it to evening practice, but tomorrow we’re both all yours.’ They were dragging the blankets out when Kuroo called, and after their requests were relayed and they had both changed into something resembling pajamas, they collapsed onto the couch.
Kuroo shows up not much later with bags of snacks, insisting they watch a movie like a real sleepover. He’s clearly tired from a long day of meetings but does his best to keep his eyes awake. He fails, and each time his eyes close, his head gets closer and closer to falling onto
Atsumu. Tsukishima just laughs as Atsumu scowls.
‘Oi, just lay down already. We can turn the movie off,’ he says as he shakes Kuroo awake.
‘M not asleep,’ he yawns. ‘Besides if I go to bed now, how can we have the super hot threesome I had planned out?’
‘Shut up,’
Tsukishima laughs. ‘You’re in no state to get yourself off, let alone either of us. Let’s just go to bed.’ Kuroo whines, earning him a flick in the head from Tsukishima. ‘Tetsu, no one said we were going to have crazy threesomes every time we’re all in the same room.’
‘S’not
What ‘Samu thinks,’ Atsumu snorts, staking his claim on the section of blankets.
‘Tell your brother just because him and Akaashi are freaks with super high sex drives, that doesn’t mean we are.’ Tsukishima curls in next to Atsumu, picking the side with the most blankets.
‘I
Fuckin’ knew it!’ Atsumu shouts the same time Kuroo shouts ‘I’m sorry, what?’
‘I know for a fact Bokuto told you that him and Akaashi were perusing Osamu,’ Tsukishima clicks his tongue, curling in to Atsumu’s side.
‘Yeah but I thought he was exaggerating. Not like actually
Doing it. Damn, good for him.’ Kuroo plops on the other side of Atsumu, leaning over him briefly to kiss Tsukishima goodnight. He gives Atsumu a quick peck as well, and is asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillows.
It doesn’t phase him, seeing Tsukishima kiss Kuroo, or
Watching the blonde’s fond smile as he reaches over Atsumu to grab Kuroo’s hand. A month ago, it would’ve, but now it just feels right.
This could work, for now, Atsumu finds himself thinking as his own eyes drift shut.
He thinks briefly of a future with the three of them,
In a place of their own, and smiles to himself. He knows it’s way down the line before they reach that point, but just being able to picture it without his stomach revolting in nerves is enough for now.
He briefly feels Tsukishima’s soft kiss to his jawline before he joins
Kuroo in the land of dreams.
End for real this time !! I didn’t think I’d have multiple things to say about these three but then I couldn’t stop thinking thoughts !!
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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