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“Kei!! Is your room clean yet? The answer better be yes because we need to leave for the train station in 5 minutes.”
Tsukishima Kei rolled his eyes in the privacy of his room after hearing his mother call out from downstairs. The pile of clothes on his floor would have to wait, though the reason his mother wanted his room clean at all certainly wouldn't care if there was a sweatshirt or two that still needed putting away. Kei spent the whole day cleaning the house with his family yesterday afternoon, leaving his room for last. The last thing he wanted to do after a long day of school and volleyball practice was clean, but his parents insisted that the house needed to be spotless for when his guest arrived.
Speaking of. Said guest’s train was going to pull in at the station in twenty minutes. Kei could practically feel the aura of impatience emanating from his mother in the kitchen. Grabbing his cell and headphones, Kei ran down the stairs and followed his mother to the car.
While he was annoyed by all the cleaning he had to do in the past two days, Kei was still excited for the guest to arrive. After all, his boyfriend from Tokyo was coming to spend the weekend. He and Tetsurou faced a lot of obstacles in their relationship, considering they lived three hours apart and were separated by two years. Finding the time and money to see each other in person was never easy, so Kei treasured the moments spent with Tetsurou. He knew his boyfriend enjoyed these times just as much if the barrage of caps-locked, exclamation-point and emoji-filled text messages Kei had received this week were any indication. He was seriously too much sometimes (but Kei loved it nonetheless).
The drive to the train station passed by quickly and wordlessly. Kei’s mother liked listening to audiobooks in the car while Kei stuck with the music on his phone, not leaving many opportunities for conversation. The two Tsukishimas parked the car and walked up to the platform to see that they had three minutes before Tetsurou’s train arrived.
“So do you and Tetsurou have any plans for the weekend?” Kei’s mother asked him as they found a bench for them.
Kei shrugged, looking up to the sky hoping maybe it held some sort of hidden itinerary for him. “Hmm not really. Miyagi doesn't have all that much to do after all. At least, not compared to Tokyo.”
Just then, his phone buzzed with a text from Tetsurou alerting him that the train was pulling in. Not that he needed it. Kei saw the train approaching the platform, so he stood up and moved closer to make himself more visible, leaving his mom smiling on the bench. It didn't take long for him to spot a tall boy with black messy hair exit the car. Kei attempted to give a small wave, but he was ran over by the tidal wave that was Kuroo Tetsurou running at him full-force and pulling him into a crushing hug.
Kei felt his body begin to sway back and forth as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. Tetsurou buried his head into Kei’s neck, whining “I missed you so much,” the whole time. As much as Kei would have liked to stay there forever, he had other plans back home. Plus, his mom was sitting right behind them and he was starting to feel a little awkward.
Untangling himself from Tetsurou's arms, he took a step back and grabbed his boyfriend’s bag while he wasn't looking. “Come on, let's go home. My mom was already setting up dinner so I hope you're hungry,” Kei said while leading Tetsurou back to his mom on the bench.
Tetsurou greeted Kei’s mother with grace and his mother reciprocated with smiles and hugs. Kei was almost worried that his parents were starting to like his boyfriend more than him. The blond grabbed Tetsurou's hand and began pulling him to the car. Honestly, he was starving and his charming guest collecting brownie points was getting in between him and dinner.
“Aww, come on Kei. Such a forceful way to hold my hand! I know you're excited but this is a bit much,” Tetsurou whined from behind him.
Kei slowed his pace just a tad so Tetsurou had a chance to catch up. “Look, I'll make it up to you later but as for right now, I would just like to leave this train station so I can have uninterrupted time with someone I almost never get to see.”
The black-haired boy’s eyes lit up, though Kei wasn't sure if it was because Tetsurou misheard “I'll make it up to you” as “I'll make out with you” (though to be fair, they were essentially one in the same) or because Kei admitted he missed him. Tetsurou was always so vocal with his feelings while Kei tended to show rather than tell. He couldn't imagine Tetsurou needed any confirmation that Kei missed him (of course he missed him how could he not they only saw each other every few weeks) but he knew how his boyfriend got every time Kei dared spilling his feelings. In any case, Kei was able to drag Tetsurou and his mother back to the car quickly so they could finally return home for dinner.
Upon arriving at the Tsukishima residence, Kei’s mother dismissed the boys’ offers to help with dinner, allowing them to retreat to Kei’s room upstairs. Tetsurou had to fight the urge to crash on the bed and drag Kei down with him as soon as he had the mattress in his sight. It had been a long day of traveling but it had been an even longer month without cuddling his favorite person. Kei placed Tetsurou’s duffel bag on his dresser and then went searching for the spare futon under his bed. Kei knew that the two of them would likely end up in the same bed all weekend, but he did try to keep up appearances for his parents.
With his head almost completely under his bed, Kei felt a warm weight draped over his shoulders. He jerked back in surprise, managing to bang his head on his bed frame. “Ow, okay. Remind me to never keep the futon under here anymore. It's dangerous,” Kei muttered while he peeked at the fabric on his shoulders, then at Tetsurou.
Tetsurou was no longer wearing the hoodie he arrived in. Instead, it was wrapped on Kei’s shoulders. The blond smiled and allowed himself to tug his arms through the sleeves of it. Kei discreetly attempted to smell the article of clothing, but quickly moved his hand to rub his head. The pain hadn't gone away so easily yet.
“Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to let you get hurt. I brought you this hoodie this time because I think you look great in red, just saying,” Tetsurou said with an apologetic grin, scratching his head. He spotted the small pile of clothes Kei had left on the floor and began to move toward it. “As for you half of the trade-“
"No!” Kei stopped him before he could even dig through the pile. Tetsurou looked up at the blond questioningly, and Kei shook his head. “Those are dirty. Please don't be gross and take one of those,” he said, moving to his closet. Finding something acceptable, Kei threw a clean hoodie at Tetsurou's face. “Here. If it's any consolation, I think you look great in navy.”
"Wrong, Kei. I look great in all colors," Tetsurou joked as he zipped up the jacket. Kei and Tetsurou had made a promise to always bring clothes to leave with the other when visiting. Long distances felt shorter when they could pretend the hoodie’s sleeves with the other’s arms wrapped around them. It was one of the many benefits of having a significant other who was the same height.
Kei saw a brief gleam in Tetsurou’s eyes as the messy-haired teen inched closer to him with devious intent. The blond was just about to be pushed down on the bed when he heard his mother’s voice chirp from downstairs. “Dinner’s all ready, boys!”
Kei's hunger for food won out over his hunger for cuddles, so he all but dragged Tetsurou down the stairs into the dining room to meet his parents for dinner. His boyfriend pouted the whole way there.
Dinner was a mostly uneventful affair. Kei’s parents had always been impressed by Tetsurou's intelligence, but now that he was an engineering student in university, their questions increased tenfold. The poor guy hardly had any chances to eat with questions like “what classes are you taking?” and “what kind of projects are you assigned?” being thrown at him rapid-fire. However, Tetsurou's replies made Kei’s parents interested in his university all the way in Tokyo. Kei had believed that convincing his parents to let him travel for school would be difficult, but much to his surprise, his father started asking Tetsurou how to apply to the school on Kei’s behalf. (Little did his father know that attending Tetsurou's university had been Kei’s plan for a long time now. It had the program he needed, too, which was another plus.)
After Tetsurou’s many compliments to the chef, the boys were finally excused from the table and free to have some alone time upstairs. The house was quiet, as Akiteru had stayed in his own apartment this weekend and Kei’s parents were reading downstairs.
"I'm dragging you down to the bed with me and don't even try to stop me. I've been waiting all day to be alone with you. Heck, I've been waiting all month,” Tetsurou said sluggishly as hell fell onto Kei’s bed with a ‘fwump.’
"No complaints here,” Kei told him as he settled himself under Tetsurou's outstretched arm and onto his chest. Tetsurou's free hand reached over to pinch the blond’s glasses and place them on the nightstand. Kei felt warm with the combination of shared body heat and the fact that both of them were still wearing each other's hoodie's, but he felt too content to move again. “I'm happy you could come and visit this weekend. You know I always miss you. It's just…”
“Mhm?”
“I know it's selfish but these weekends never feel like enough. Come Sunday you'll be back on the train and it'll be another month of contact through computer screens and I just- I don't know. It's hard,” Kei mumbled into Tetsurou's shirt.
Tetsurou propped himself up on his elbows and stared at Kei with concern. “Hey, hey, where's this coming from all of a sudden?” He reached out to ruffle the blond’s hair.
“Tetsurou, I know you think the same. It's not that I don't appreciate our Skype calls and text messages because I do. I just wish we could have this more often.”
“I know it's rough but you know we’re not the type to fall apart so easily. Even if I'm not physically here, you know I'll always be here with you, right? So we suck it up for a while and live with the distance. It just makes every time we’re together more special,” Tetsurou beamed a smile at Kei. “Plus,” he added, “you heard your dad. It won't be long now until we’re in college together so you better keep studying!” he laughed.
That made Kei start to cheer up again. “You think we’ll have an apartment up at the university together?” Kei almost whispered, worried if Tetsurou would think he was planning too far in the future too fast.
“Oh, you bet. You know I keep my room way messier than yours but I'll make up for it by cooking,” Kei snorted in response, imagining the contained chaos that would exist in this hypothetical apartment. “Why stop at university, too? We’ve got years of good times ahead of us. We can get a cat, maybe a house one day…” Tetsurou rambled off.
“So what you're saying is, we just have to make it through a little time apart to have many years together.” Kei suggested as Tetsurou finally returned to a comfortable position on the bed.
Tetsurou pulled Kei into him once more and threw a blanket on top of them. “Exactly.”
“I think I can live with that,” Kei replied, suddenly feeling tired despite it not being too late. He knew that in two nights, he would be spending the night alone again and Tetsurou would be three hours away. But now, with all that he had to look forward to, it didn't seem too bad. They would spend the weekend together, and many weekends together after that. In the end, it would all be okay.
Things were certainly less okay when Kei’s mother found them wrapped up in each other the next morning. Well, everything relationship comes with obstacles after all.