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It’s really the last thing he expects, especially since he and Kuroo text all the time these days now that Daichi is at a Tokyo university. Not quite as much as he and Suga or he and Asahi do, Kuroo has yet to reach best friend level of texting but he’s attempting to. As if the very thought of him summons his attention Daichi’s phone vibrates with a new text message from Kuroo as he stares down at the envelope on his counter.
Cap’n Cat: Did you get my letter?
Daichi: Why did you send me a letter? We text all the time. We see each other 3 times a week. You’re texting me right now.
Cap’n Cat: All that is true but come on. There’s something nice about seeing a letter addressed to you. Right? Makes your place feel a little more like home?
Something knots in his chest and then loosens a breath later. Because of course Kuroo remembers that conversation. It had been his first week in Tokyo, their first week of university, and they had been somewhere between tipsy and flat out drunk on a bottle of questionable something or another that Daichi still can’t believe he let Kuroo talk him into drinking. They had shared secrets that weren’t really secrets between breathy laughs with flushed cheeks.
Kuroo told him how he was worried for Kenma and the others, how they would work together without him there to tease and poke and pull the awkwardness into the light of day.
Daichi had told Kuroo how his tiny cheap just off campus apartment felt strangely empty considering how much of his stuff was crammed into it.
Kuroo told about the time he had mistakenly called Yaku mom and kissed his cheek while sick.
Daichi admitted to calling Suga mom unironically (and missing him almost as much as his actual mother.)
Somewhere between the bottle emptying and the sun rising they had fallen asleep on the floor of Kuroo’s apartment. Daichi had woken up with a dry mouth, Kuroo’s head under his shoulder, and a severe aversion to artificial watermelon flavor.
Months later he’s staring at a cutesy envelope with matching stationery and rolling his eyes at the little watermelon with it’s blushing cheeks and little heart inside a pink speech bubble.
Sawamura Daichi,
There’s a lot of things we’ve already said to each other. A lot of things we knew before we even really talked properly. There’s also a lot we have never said.
One of those things is that I’m glad we’re friends, glad you texted me back after our last match, glad you get drunk with me and indulge in my ridiculousness and tell me stupid secrets that are really a surprise to no one.
Here’s to hoping that you’re glad too.
Your friend,
Kuroo
He debates what to do with it for a minute before sticking it on the fridge with the volleyball magnets the team had given him as a graduation gift.
It does make him feel a little more like he’s at home here in his tiny cramped place with the squeaky closet door and window that sticks open.
He digs through his boxes and bags until he finds the stationery set that the magnets had come with.
Kuroo Tetsurou, he writes, I received your letter and it was a nice surprise.