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“Hands where I can see them.”
“Baby please, it doesn’t have to end like this.”
“I won’t repeat myself,” you said, eyes showing nothing but pure cold indifference towards the man in front of you.
“Why don’t we talk this through?” Kuroo pleaded but you just snorted, dismissing the proposition without much thought.
“We have nothing to talk about,” you cocked your shotgun. “You’re not getting away this time.”
“It’s still not too late to make the right choice, baby.”
“Don’t you baby me. You should’ve considered making the right choice last week when you ate my leftover spaghetti.”
“That was in the past!” Kuroo cried out, carefully eyeing the tip of your gun. “Please my love, you have to listen to me just this once. You know how much I love you; you are the most beautiful, smart, charming-”
You let out a hearty laugh, pointing the gun at his chest. “Do you think so low of me? Or does every man become so sweet-tongued when at gunpoint?”
Kuroo gulped. “Baby… don’t do this.”
“You’re only making this harder.”
“You know I still love you.”
“The spaghetti doesn’t think so. Any last words?” you asked through gritted teeth, your words dripping with unfiltered vengeance. “I’m gonna count to three.”
You could see a drop of sweat forming on Kuroo’s forehead. “I am so so sorry. One day I will make you as much spaghetti Milanese as your heart desires. I swear.”
“How many times am I supposed to forgive you? One.”
“Y/n, love of my life, you don’t want to make a choice you will regret.”
“You’re not the man I used to trust anymore. Two.”
“If you shoot me we’re breaking up,” he blurted out and you raised your eyebrows in disbelief.
“Pasta la vista, you son of a bitch.” But before you could place your finger on the trigger, Kuroo made one last step towards you, cupping your face and desperately slamming your lips together as one final act of futile resistance. And amid chaos he kissed you, knowing his fate was sealed, yet so truthfully depicting the neverending human fight for survival.
You would’ve lied if you said your heart didn’t skip a beat when your lips collided, and you would’ve lied if you said the sweet taste of his tongue didn’t make you feel dizzy like it always used to.
But you had a mission. And it had to be executed.
Just as you were about to point a shotgun at his guts, a loud bang exploded from behind you.
Your eyes widened in shock as the stinging pain pulsed through your lower back, leaving a dripping trail of betraying red on your black uniform. In front of you, Kuroo’s mouth curled into a sly smirk.
“Red team wins!” a cheerful voice behind you announced.
“I thought you were the last one!” you jabbed his arm accusingly.
“Nope,” he gave you a toothy grin, taking his protective glasses off and wiping his forehead. “Whew, that was a close one.”
“I was sure we were gonna lose again,” a voice came from behind you and you turned around to see the face of the bastard who shot you.
“You!” you spat at Bokuto in disbelief. “You traitor! Who shoots people when they’re kissing??” You sighed dramatically, ignoring Bokuto’s panicked excuses, before turning back to your boyfriend.
“And you. You kissed me to distract me from Bokuto approaching? Really??” Kuroo was still wearing the same shit-eating grin from before. “And I can’t believe you threatened to break up with me over a game of paintball?!”
“Hey now, you were just about to shoot me because of leftover pasta, remember?”
“That is not the same!”
“Calm down baby, take a deep breath. Stress isn’t good for your skin.”
“Shut up.” You smacked him.
“Aw, you’re cute when you lose. Wonder what you’re like when you win. Oh, wait.”
“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You rolled your eyes at Kuroo’s evil snicker.
“Love you too.”