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“Kenma! Come do extra practice with me!” Kuroo yelled from the other side of the court. The two were currently at a training camp with their team along with Fukurodani and Karasuno. The black haired boy jogged up to his childhood friend, taking a moment to breathe before saying, “That oranged-haired shrimp will be there.” He winked.
At that Kenma’s eyes lit up, and Kuroo’s face fell into a smirk, he knew the shorter would play if Hinata was involved. “Alright.” Kenma said as grabbed his (psp/ds/switch/idk) and got up.
In all truthfulness, Kuroo didn’t just want to do extra practice, he also had someone he wanted to see. A certain spiky-haired guy had caught his attention and he could not get his mind off of him. It might have been the way he carried himself, or the way his laugh could be heard from miles away. Or maybe it was the fact Kuroo liked the way his name fell off his tongue. Bokuto. Kotaro Bokuto. It was lovely to him.
“Kuro, you’re spacing out again.” The sound of Kenma’s voice brought him back to reality, realizing that they were standing outside gym number 2; the gym used for extra practice.
“Oh sorry,” Kuroo chuckled, “lost in thought.” Thoughts about Bokuto’s strong arms as they spike balls, or his thighs, and how they looked perfectly sculpted underneath his knee pads.
“Hey hey hey! There’s my best bro!” Kuroo whipped his head around and was met face to face with the man he was deeply thinking about. He felt his face get warmer as he noticed the space between them wasn’t much. “Hey Kuroo, how’s it been?” Bokuto asked, throwing an arm around the latter’s shoulder.
Kuroo tensed slightly before sighing, “Eh, not bad bro.” He was surprised he could get a sentence out, after fantasizing about the same guy who had his arm wrapped around him. “Yourself?” He turned towards Bokuto and he seemed to notice a light pink dusting his cheeks. It must be from the heat.
“Same.” Bokuto said, dragging them into the gym. Kenma had already gone in, getting tired of standing in the summer’s heat. Kuroo scanned the gym and noticed his friend had already found his way towards Hinata and the two were talking about something. Nothing important to Kuroo as his mind was on the fact Bokuto was holding his hand. It had been a good two seconds since their hands had been intertwined, but Bokuto showed no signs of wanting to let go. Kuroo didn’t mind it of course. Until, that was, he let go.
Kuroo watched as Bokuto ran over to Akaashi who was by the benches on the other side of the gym, filling up water bottles. He felt his heart clench as he was reminded that Bokuto wouldn’t see him as anything other than his “best bro”. Kuroo sighed softly, making his way to Kenma and Hinata, deciding that being “best bros” would be better than not talking to each other at all.
As the training camp came to an end, Kuroo found himself regretting never telling Bokuto how he felt. The two met in their first year if highschool at a training camp similar to the one they were currently leaving. The moment Kuroo laid eyes on Bokuto it was instant love. Kuroo found the latter very attractive, and couldn't keep his eyes off him. Back then he had enough courage to befriend the spiky-haired, however, befriending someone is much easier than asking them out. And here Kuroo finds himself watching as Fukurodani filed onto the bus. Softly, he raised his hand, waving it at Bokuto who waved back enthusiastically.
“There goes my shot Kenma.” Kuroo sighed, looking over to the shorter who seemed much more interested in his phone.
“I don’t know why you don’t just tell him.” Kenma said, not looking up from the device in his hands. Kuroo could only shrug in response. “Well I guess there’s always next time.” The blonde turned to look at the other, finding a pained expression on his face.
Kuroo brought his hand to his temples, rubbing them slightly. “I guess so. I just wish I wasn’t such a coward.”
“Kuro, no.” Kenma stuffed his phone into his back pocket, finally paying attention to the taller. “Don’t say that, things like these take time.”
“I’ve had time!” Kuroo almost shouts, “Three years Kenma. Three long years of watching him with Akaashi. I’m pretty sure the two of them have something going on!” He was on the ground now, unable to withhold the pressure of the situation.
Kenma coughed, “I…I don’t think they do.”
“And how do you know?”
“That’s not important!” Kenma’s voice cracked slightly, “right now though, we need to get you home.” He said, ushering the taller to get off the ground. Reluctantly, Kuroo got up, swaying slightly, but was still able to stay on his two feet. The two walked to Kuroo’s house (where Kenma practically lives) and went into his room, where Kuroo fell face first onto the bed. Kenma gingerly crawled next to him, placing a hand on his back.
Kuroo grumbled something into the pillow he had his face squished in, that only earned a groan from Kenma. “I can't understand you when you have your face in a pillow.” He spoke softly, next to Kuroo's ear. Kuroo groaned again. “Stop groaning, you sound like an old man.” that got the taller to look up and stick his tongue out at Kenma.
Then he rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. “I feel like I've run out of chances; that if I try, then I'll ruin everything we already have.” He felt something warm run down his cheek. Recognizing them as tears, he quickly sat up, wiping his eyes. “But that doesn't matter.”
“Obviously it matters.” He felt a warm hand touch his cheek. Glancing slightly, he saw Kenma had his hand on his face, wiping tears that seemed to escape. “Especially if you’re crying about it.” Kenma frowned.
It wasn’t often Kuroo cried, only when something heavily bothered him. Even then he’d do his best to hide it, seeing as his mother didn’t believe men should cry. “I-I guess so. I j-just…” Kuroo’s voice broke, he couldn’t do it anymore. He loved Bokuto so much and seeing him with Akaashi at the training camp, and on the bus, and their chemistry on the court only hurt him further. His head fell onto Kenma’s lap as tears flowed out, unable to control himself. He felt hands stroke his hair softly as he told Kenma what he had bottled up for three years.
“Kuro, listen to me.” Kenma turned Kuroo’s head to face him on his lap, “You have to talk to Bokuto. I hate seeing you like this.” He brushed the taller’s bangs out of his face, looking deep into his dark eyes.
“But what if he-”
“No what ifs,” Kenma cut him off. “Bokuto and Akaashi are coming to the school for a student swap thing, I’m not sure. That’s besides the point. I’ll, um, distract Akaashi so you can talk to Bokuto, ok?”
Kuroo sniffed, “Fine.”
The day came. A wonderful Monday in the middle of October. It wasn’t too hot, but there was a slight breeze outside. The breeze was the only thing that kept Kuroo from running out of the classroom door. He felt his knee bounce from underneath the desk as the teacher rambled on about history. Or was his geography? He could barely pay attention. His mind was racing, a million miles a minute thinking about what he would say when Bokuto came. When that beautiful, tall, muscular man was standing in front of him. When-
“And that’s all for today everybody. Email me if you need anything for the upcoming test.” His teacher spoke, breaking him from his thoughts while she wiped what was written on the blackboard.
Kuroo looked down at his notes and back up at the now erased board. Shit. Oh well, he’ll just get Yaku to help fill them in. He wiped his palms on his shirt as he cleaned up the papers on his desk.
“Hey bro, you good?” It was Yaku. “You barely got any notes down and you’re slower than usual.”
“Just…a lot on my mind. I guess.” Kuroo continued packing up, unable to look towards Yaku who was standing over his desk. “You think I can borrow your notes later?” Yaku nodded. “Thanks, see you.” Kuroo said as he stood up.
“Yeah dude, I’ll catch you later.” Yaku waved.
Kuroo put his stuff in his bag as he walked out of the classroom. He felt his heart beat faster and his palms get sweatier. Unconsciously, he kept wiping hands on his palms, looking at the ground, deciding that would be better than awkwardly making eye contact with people. With thoughts of what he’d say when he found Bokuto running through his mind, he bumped into someone who also wasn’t looking where they were going.
“Sorry, I wasn’t-” Kuroo stopped mid-sentence, looking at who he bumped into. He felt his face get warm as he realized that the person he was thinking about was right in front of him.
“Hey man.” Bokuto said softly, out of character for him. Was he nervous too?
“Hey,” Kuroo replied, doing one last palm wipe before running his hand through his hair. “I was uh, just looking for you.”
“Me too actually.”
“Well then uh, shall we go somewhere more private then?” Kuroo asked, Bokuto nodded. The dark-haired took the latter’s hand, leading him down the crowded hallway. It was the end of the school day and most people were trying to find their after school clubs. Nobody should wonder why two guys were racing down the hallway, each a bright shade of red. Kuroo pulled the both of them into an empty classroom, he let go of the other’s hand to catch his breath. As well as to wipe his palms once more on his shirt.
“I um,” Bokuto started speaking. Kuroo turned to face him, finding his face as red as he felt his own was. “I just wanted to say that I see you in more than a bro way…bro. Hey that rhymes.” Bokuto stuttered out.
Kuroo chuckled, seeing that he was completely wrong about Bokuto and Akaashi. “Me too…bro.” He said as he shuffled closer. He placed a soft hand on Bokuto’s cheek, rubbing his thumb against his face slightly. Kuroo glanced down at his lips, then back up to those striking golden eyes. “Can I?” He asked, gently looking down at his lips once again.
Bokuto nodded and Kuroo leaned in slowly; Bokuto doing the same. They met in the middle, their lips slowly molding onto one another. Bokuto wrapped his arms around the taller’s waist, pulling him closer. While Kuroo’s free hand cupped the back of his neck. They pulled apart softly looking into each other's eyes. “I have died everyday waiting for you.”
“Don’t quote Christina Perri, you’ll ruin the moment.” Bokuto laughed and leaned his forehead on Kuroo’s.
“I thought it fit the moment.” Kuroo shrugged, moving his arms to wrap around Bokuto’s neck. “I have been waiting a thousand years for you.” He smirked while closing his eyes.
“Well I'm sorry I made you wait that long.” Bokuto smiled, softly cupping Kuroo’s face, “I promise I won't make you wait any longer.” He leaned in, closing his eyes as he softly pressed his lips on Kuroo's once again. Then he pulled back, looking Kuroo in the eyes once more before saying, “I love you.”
“I love you too Bo.” Kuroo smiled. Then it dawned on him, neither Kenma nor Akaashi were here. He hadn’t seen the two all day. “Hey wait, where’s Kenma and Akaashi?”
Bokuto’s eyes widened in realization, “On the roof?” He suggested and Kuroo agreed. “Lead me to it then.” He spoke, holding the dark-haired’s hand in his. He smiled up to Kuroo who smiled his lovely smile back at him.
“This way then love.” Kuroo winked as he led them up stairs and through a dark hallway. The way was emptier now, as most students had found their clubs or had gone home. They got to a double door at the end of the hallway where Kuroo pushed one door open, holding it for Bokuto. Once both had walked in through the door, they spotted Akaashi and Kenma by some benches by another door.
“Took you guys long enough,” Kenma mumbled, stuffing a fruit gummy into his mouth. “We were beginning to think you both died of sweaty palms.” Akaashi chuckled.
The two of them were sitting on the bench, well more Akaashi sitting while Kenma laid on his lap playing with his (psp/ds/switch/idk). Akaashi fiddled with Kenma’s hair softly, making braids then undoing it and doing them again. Akaashi’s eyes glanced down at Bokuto’s and Kuroo’s intertwined hands and smiled, “looks like you two finally got together.”
The taller males sat down beside the other two. “Finally?” Bokuto asked, quirking his head slightly.
“Oh my god they’re oblivious.” Kenma groaned, laying his (psp/ds/switch/idk) on the bench, “You two have been pining for each other since the second you met one another.” He rubbed his face with his hands, annoyed.
“Calm down Ken,” Akaashi whispered as he pushed back a strand of Kenma's hair covering his forehead. The black haired leaned down, softly placing his lips on the latter head. Kenma blushed furiously, grumbling more into his hands. Akaashi looked back at the other two, smiling softly, “I'm glad you both could join us though.”
“Us too,” Kuroo said, leaning his head onto Bokuto's shoulder, “sorry it took so long.” Bokuto smiled too.
And with that, years of yearning and waiting finally came to an end. A happy one at that.