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- Haikyuu!! (4)
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Tetsurou comes back from their dorm's shared kitchen in the span of five—barely five minutes.
Why is that important to know?
Because Daishou is now fully curled up on his side in Tetsurou’s bed, elbow under his head and fist tucked under his chin. And even after Tetsurou pokes him, then kicks him, then, as a dead last resort, pries his fist open to lick a careful stripe up his palm—
He doesn't even stir.
Tetsurou gapes, aghast, which does nothing to change the fact that Daishou fucking Suguru is fast asleep—in his bed.
Again!
(or: daishou keeps falling asleep in kuroo’s bed. it’s not really a problem, until it is)
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“I said I'm fine,” Daishou insists. It should probably be getting annoying at this point, but Tetsurou just feels relieved. Because all this protesting means Daishou’s still with him—that he hasn’t completely lost himself yet. “Kuroo. If you don't let go of me right fucking now—”
Tetsurou unloops his arm from around Daishou’s waist. Daishou stumbles, just barely catching himself with the shower door, and glowers.
Then promptly doubles over, wincing at what Tetsurou assumes is a fresh pulse of heat.
Because that's what this is. A heat. Daishou’s in heat. He's—
(or: daishou suguru is a lot of things: annoying, stubborn, the most familiar pain-in-the-ass kuroo knows. what kuroo hadn't known was that daishou was also an omega)
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- Part 1 of someone just like you (no one else)
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Kuroo stretches his arms out until both his elbows pop—Suguru cringes—and declares, “I want to make a bet.”
“A bet,” Suguru echoes dubiously. This can’t be good.
“Yes.” Kuroo laces his fingers together over his knee, so serious all of a sudden, Suguru would’ve laughed if he weren’t so worried. “I’ll set the scene: there is exactly one person at this party I want to kiss tonight. If you can guess who it is—before midnight—I’ll get you drinks from my work for a week. And if you don’t guess, you have to get me food from that really good café at the business school for a week—you know, the one with the katsudon the entire student body would wage war for if we could? I can never remember its name, but—”
Suguru suddenly, inexplicably forgets the entirety of the Japanese language.
(or: kuroo wants to kiss a very specific someone on new year's day. daishou cycles through all the five stages of grief trying to figure out who)
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"Awww. You wanna kiss me?" Daishou sing-songs.
Tetsurou yanks his arm away, but Daishou just grabs him again, quick as a viper.
"Okay, sorry, sorry,” he sighs, somehow managing to sound both disinterested and annoyed as Tetsurou thrashes away in his grip, “I just meant, like—do you seriously want to?"
"Want to what," Tetsurou grinds out. He might just throw up, actually. Or punt Daishou into the sun. Or set the whole apartment on fire. Or—
"Prove you're not as terrible a kisser as I think you are."
Or that, Tetsurou thinks.
(or: the five times daishou and kuroo kiss each other for kicks, and the one time they make it real)
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