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#BokuAkaKuroKenWeek2023 "I fell in love with you, all of you,"

Kuroo Testsuro was meant for one person, and that was so clear.

He and Kenma? Well, it didn’t get more perfect than that.

Childhood friends to lovers, years of history behind them, and so much passion it stole the breath from his lungs sometimes.

So why…. Why, why, why, why was he looking at Bokuto and wishing he could kiss him?

Why was he always thinking about his best friends arms, or his thighs, or his lips, or any other part of him in ways that obviously weren’t platonic.

Kuroo had done it, he’d won at love already.

He had an amazing boyfriend, a steady relationship, plans to buy a home together.

He. had. won

So once again, why?

It was to the point where thinking about Bo was keeping him up at night.

It meant waking up with bags under under his eyes, knots in his hair, and stress under his belt.

He was happy

He was /happy/

Not in the ‘i’m deluding myself into thinking I’m happy just so I don’t have to start over again with a new relationship’ kind of way either

Kenma made his heart flutter. He made him laugh and smile and all the other good things so why….

“You’re stressed about something, please just tell me.”

Kenma. Earnest, amazing Kenma who Kuroo had never been able to keep things from.

“I love you, you know that,” Kuroo started

Kenma squeezed his hands. He knew.

“But I also, well maybe I, it could just be a phase who knows, but I just–”

“Tell me,” Kenma urged, and god it had killed Kuroo to keep this from him, even if he’d been trying to shield Kenma from his traitorous heart.

“I think,” no, that wasn’t right. He didn’t think it.

He knew it. Kuroo tried again, “I’m in love with Bo, too.”

Even though Kuroo had Kenma, and even though Bokuto had Akaashi. He loved him all the same.

Kenma sighed, shoulders deflating ….or was it, relaxing? He didn’t look upset, so Kuroo couldn’t be sure.

He braced himself for the worst. Judgmental glares followed by, “how could you!” maybe a slap to the face.

But no, instead, Kenma dug out his phone, looking at Kuroo with the same loving eyes as always as he pressed the device to his ear.

“Hey,” he said softly, “can you come over?” a moment of quiet as he listened, hand still firm over Kuroo’s own, “yeah, it’s time.”

And then he hung up. Hung up from the call that he’d made after Kuroo spilled the truth of his heart.

It had to be important, Kenma wouldn’t have made the call otherwise

“Who- who did you call?”

Kenma gave him a small smile, “Kaashi,” he answered, and Kuroo’s heart dropped into his ass.

Kuroo yanked his hands back, stood, and raked them through his hair, “what! Why would you–”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

His heart was pounding, he was actually sweating. Shaky with a level of anxiety he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Akaashi! That was the last person who needed to know about this.

What, so that the guy could hate him? So that he’d keep Kuroo and Bo from seeing each other?

No.

No, no, no, no

Small fingers wrapped around his wrist, “Tetsu,”

Kenma’s voice had always been his anchor, even if he was the reason for Kuroo’s current panic.

“You trust me?” Kenma asked, after Kuroo was seated next to him again, fingers woven between Kuroo’s own.

“Of course I do but–”

Kenma’s eyes were still earnest, loving.

You didn’t get to pick and choose when you trusted someone, or it wasn’t really trust, so Kuroo swallowed down his protestations and nodded.

Just as the doorbell rang.

Akaashi and Bokuto lived close. Normally, that was a great thing.

Bokuto and Kuroo liked to meet up for morning runs, and a lot of times Kenma and Akaashi spent hours in the little coffee shop down the street.

The lack of distance was a good thing, until it interfered with Kuroo’s ability to self-regulate his emotions.

He needed an hour, no, at least a day to brace himself for this.

But before he could say so, Kenma was opening the door and welcoming them inside.

They were holding hands. Akaashi was blank faced–but he normally was– and Bokuto looked a little nervous.

Kuroo’s heart fluttered at the sight. Just seeing Bokuto had that effect sometimes (most of the time). He’d feel this deep contentment or giddy joy just being with him. That’s how he’d known it was love. It was the way he felt with Kenma.

There were the normal greeting, offering and refusals of tea, and then Kenma was back at his side. His nearness was such a comfort, even as he ached to reach out to Bokuto.

He’d admitted his feelings out loud for the very first time, and it felt easier to do it again (if he wanted to, which right now, he did not. Hint: he won’t be given a choice)

TBC

Kenma nudged him, “tell Bo what you told me,” he encouraged, and if Kuroo could’ve looked up from the floor he would’ve seen the mischievous glance Kenma and Akaashi shared.

In truth, they’d been waiting for this.

Bokuto’s confession to Akaashi had come two months ago, as he spilled his heart (and a few tears) about how he loved Akaashi more than life itself, but couldn’t stop thinking about his very best friend. More specifically, kissing him.

Kuroo’s eyes flitted to Akaashi, then away. He couldn’t do this. Not to Akaashi, and definitely not in front of him.

Akaashi was a friend, admittedly not as close as he was to Bo, or in the way that Akaashi and Kenma were close, but he was still a friend.

He wouldn’t betray him like this.

When Kuroo didn’t speak, heart quaking as he prayed not to cry; Akaashi did.

“Koutarou, go ahead,” Akaashi encouraged.

“Can I really?” Bokuto asked, sounding hopeful and still maybe still nervous, and then Kuroo could see the tops of Boktuo’s socked feet as his friend stood in front of him.

Looking down, pretending that this whole situation was a nightmare would’ve been the easier thing to do, but Kuroo never hid from Bo. Not from his best friend, so he looked up, ready to face whatever Bokuto had to say.

He felt his breath catch as he recognized the look in his friend’s eyes. Pure, undiluted affection. The look he usually reserved solely for Akaashi, and it was directed at /him/.

“I love you Tetsu!” he confessed, easy and boisterous.

Like the words had been trapped in his heart for a very long time and had slowly gotten louder until this moment. “Kaashi said I had to wait to tell you since he and Kenma weren’t totally sure how you felt, but I love you,” then he beamed, “lots, like soulmate level lots.”

/Kaashi said I had to wait…/

/Kenma…/

/I love you…. Like soulmate level lots/

Bokuto loved him. Was cupping his cheeks and smiling….. Kuroo wanted to kiss him, so bad.

Could he really have this? Was it okay?

His thoughts must’ve been written all over his face because Kenma nudged him, “go ahead,” and after glancing at Akaashi, he got a nod of approval.

Kuroo didn’t just wait to be kissed, he reached up and tugged Bokuto down by the neck, kissing him with a laugh against his lips.

The surge of joy overpowered the anxiety and fear he’d felt and left his head spinning, so much so that he didn’t even notice when Kenma stood up from the couch and moved to curl up in Akaashi’s lap.

“Do you really love me Bo?” he asked, when they paused to breathe.

“Course I do,” Bokuto said immediately, “I thought I was making it so obvious.”

Obvious. Hmmm, Obvious.

“The door holding?”

“Mmmhmm,” Bokuto confirmed.

“The random gifts?”

“Yep,”

“The tight shirts?” Kuroo asked with a raised brow.

“That was more to break you down,” Bokuto said with a coy shrug, still so close that Kuroo could smell his aftershave, “but yeah.”

Kuroo let his head fall to Bouto’s chest,chuckling to himself, “you almost drove me crazy,” he admitted.

“That’s pretty much how you make me feel all the time,” Bokuto countered.

Kuroo wanted to kiss him more, or tug him down onto the couch so they could cuddle, or drag him out of the room so he could ravish him.

Anything and everything, that’s how it was.

Kenma’s low voice floated over to him, “lost in their own little world huh?”

Then Akaashi, “makes you want to squish them as hard as you can."

Kenma hummed, "cuteness aggression inducing indeed."

Kuroo looked to them, noticing for the first time their closeness.

Kenma was wrapped in Akaashi’s arms, snuggled into his lap with their hands intertwined as they watched their lovers together.

They looked…

"What?" Kenma said, "did you think you two were the only ones getting closer?"

Then he tilted his head back and let himself be kissed, slow and sensual.

Akaashi was the one to speak when they seperated, "we've been waiting on you two to get your shit together, which wasn't exactly easy. He laughed, "your Kenma is quite irresistible."

Kuroo smirked, unable to help himself. He knew that fact very well.

The two of them together didn't stir any kind of resentment or jealousy.

It probably should have. Kenma being romantically interested in someone who wasn't him was something he'd never considered before.

But instead all he felt was the rightness of it. They looked good, they looked happier now that they could explore their own connection together.

All of this was new, and scary and a little nerve wracking, but also so fucking exciting.

TBC, I think I'm going to do a timeskip and focus on the four of them together. How they grew and more!