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ok but while im here i might as well request something ahahah. what abotu a cute scenario with kuroo and tsukki where their s/o eats the guys' favorite food in front of them ? maybe because they had an argument and she's really childish or idek adn they like chase her around omg so cute aaahh

I feel like I maybe made this less fluffy by accident, but I hope you like it anyway. Thanks for your patience!

To any onlooker, they’re a perfectcouple; hands clasped tightly in each other’s, shoulders leaning in and bumpingin hidden multitudes, and their cheerful smiles beaming a sunflower aura aroundthem.

Kuroo supposes, grudgingly, thatyou are perfect. But sometimes, like today, you’re just a little piece of shit,and the hidden smirk behind the twist of your hands drums in that fact. Hesettles opposite Akaashi at the open table, and sighs dramatically when hefeels a wet spot blooming underneath his left thigh. Akaashi doesn’t even lookup from his study of the menu.

“Someone spilled water there earlier.”

“Right,” Kuroo huffs, “perfect.”

He’s not desperate enough to trust youyet when you offer to mop some of it up for him with a tissue. Handing you asimilar looking menu instead, your hands are happily too occupied to give him anymoregrief, deserved or not. He spies Bokuto watching the two of you bemusedly out ofthe corner of his eye, and his bottom lip trembling at the effort to keep hismouth shut about it, and rolls his eyes. He’s surrounded by complete asshats.

“Ready to order?” Your voice simmerswith something that’s too sweet to be safe, but he can’t say no to the way yourpinkie winds around his. Kuroo feels his face warm (ridiculous, frankly, it’stoo past the honeymoon phase for him to be a teenager) and attempts to join inthe conversation in his trademark mellow tone after the waitress walks awaywith their meals on jotted down on a pad.

At first, it’s appetizers. It’s just asmall tray of seaweed and an assortment of salted nuts and vegetables, and letno man say that Kuroo Tetsurou doesn’t eat his vegetables. Or at least he mostcertainly tries, but he finds himself grabbing at air with his chopsticks eattime he reaches for something. A little bewildered, he glances around surreptitiouslyat the table, and then at his friends, who see to notice nothing and areeagerly engaging in conversation about a particularly large butt-shaped bushthey found a few days earlier.

He supposes he can wait until his mealarrives. Kuroo doesn’t want to battle his apparently starving friends afterall.

He begins to grow suspicious when hisplate of curry arrives and it seems to be shrinking faster than expected. Likeearlier, everyone’s eating, blissfully unaware of Kuroo’s individual suffering,but each time he shifts or glances away from his food, it seems to decrease insize just enough that it grates on his nerves. He’s not an idiot, but apparently,someone on his table is a master thief, and he’s not swayed towards yourinnocence no matter how softly you knead his thigh.

“How about no?” He hisses at you, butthere’s no response, and Akaashi only looks up at him with an odd expression onhis face and yours doesn’t flicker in the slightest. Then, you smile, and itmakes his breath hitch in ways that assures you of your guilt. He frowns. “Younever smile like that when you’re being nice.”

“I’m never nice,” you murmur happily, “andthis is for you taking the last of my Kinder chocolate.”

“You said you’re on a diet!”

“Uh… you guys alright?” Bokuto asks, butthe shit-eating grin on his face is too obvious for words.

“We’re fine,” Kuroo answers smoothly,and reaches over to press a soft kiss against your lips. There’s a quiet ‘ew’from the other side of the table, and yeah, it’s pretty weird to taste yourudon in your saliva, but it’s worth it when he snatches the egg out of yourbowl.

He knows he did good when your mouthcrumples at the very noticeable absence of your favourite food. You let out abattle cry that almost shocks him out of his seat and you lunge over to clutchat his cheeks.

“It’s a pretty good tasting egg,” helaughs as he suffers through your ministrations.

“You took my egg! Out of everything! And my Kinder!”

It doesn’t help when Bokuto picks up theegg on his own dish and in a show of loving bliss, feeds it to Kuroo by hand.The anguish on your face flavours the food to perfection, and the rest of thethree troublemakers are quickly put out of commission from laughter.

Kuroo swallows his food, and you watchit go down his throat with growing misery, and he thinks that perhaps it’salways good to take a break before being beat to the ground a second time.

“Let’s drop by somewhere after we eat,okay?” He asks you knowingly.

You perk up at the sound of that, butthe wariness still sets itself in the lines of your face. “Where?”

He smiles, and this time you’re the onewho warms up, and unconsciously you find yourself pressed closer against hislean body as a natural reaction to his charm.

“We’ll get you some more chocolate,” hetraces a finger along the line of your cheekbone, and mollified, you sink backinto your seat with a small nod.

Akaashi shakes his head at the wholescene, and hides his smile behind a hand.

What’s new?Tsukishima’s greatest talent is being a dick, and if you thought that beingdrugged up on anesthesia would change that for at least a day, you were so, sowrong. In fact, where there used to be a sour pinch to his lips indicating thathe was holding a biting comment well behind his lips, now they’re just flappingdamn loose in the wind, and you haven’t had a second’s rest from his snark allday.

You wonder if it’spossible to put him under all the way, for as long as it takes. Maybe longenough for you to take a spa day to recuperate, because this is something thepolice should start training their cadets against- psychological torture.

“Flour? Morecarbs? What about your thighs?” He shoots them a glance and you smile behindbrittle defenses. “I guess you aren’t worrying about their size anymore, huh.”

“Okay,” you sayslowly, “no flour. No carbs.”

“Ookay,” he imitates you poorly, soundinglike the doped up man that he is, “then how are you going to make that new pie?”

“I’m not,” yousniff, “I’m going to make karaage.”

He has the decencyto look scandalized, a hand reaching up to cup at his swollen cheeks. “No.”

“Yes.”

“But I can’t eatthat!”

You pluck the bagof candy out of his hands and put it back on the shelf where it belongs. “That’sthe point. I’m going to make your favourite food, and I’m going to eat it infront of you.”

“I’m calling thepolice.”

“Kei, you can’tcall the police for dinner.”

“This is abuse!This is cruelty!”

If you were asmarter person, you’d have had the insight to film all this on your phone and usehis terrible behavior to haunt him later when he’s back from whatever cloud he’son, surfing through the waves of medicinal haze. You had felt sorry for himwhen you saw how poorly he looked after he had his wisdom teeth taken out rightafter the operation, but the doctor had released him early, saying that he wasfine, and apparently Tsukishima took it upon himself to appoint himself the newemperor of your life and main pain in the ass. You really need to google howlong painkillers last for. You’d rather sit through him grumpy than himborderline insane.

Still, you had totactically hide your grin at his childish whine- he’d never let you live thatdown if he realized. One obstacle at a time here.

He trails afteryou without another word, and you snap a sneak pic of his pouty face when he’snot looking. You complete your rounds quickly before he actually starts tothrow a tantrum in the middle of the supermarket, and the way home is a long,tiring walk of him listing all the reasons why you’re a horrible person and youshould suffer soup with him out of empathy if you wanted to go to heaven. Theonly improvement when you get home is the lack of blistering heat, and youfavour turning on the air conditioning at full blast than even responding toyour boyfriend’s taunts.

Tsukishima finallyfalls silent when he sees you take out the chopping board and the ingredients.The reality of what you’re about to do seems to hit him with funeral-worthysolemnity, and the process is significantly easier and dare you say, fun, without a man-child bothering you,no matter how much you love him.

You grab hisfavourite bowl from the cupboard and ladle in rich soup, stewed since six inthe morning, but he looks no happier in his seat by the dining table. Headcollapsed in one hand, Tsukishima reverts back to his primary school days,staring grumpily at the freshly fried, steaming stack of karaage, and if hecould sear the sauce into ash with his gaze alone, he would.

You take your seatopposite him with some rice and egg, and smile.

“Eat up, or you’llbe hungry later.”

He picks up hisspoon, and dips it into the soup. You grab your chopsticks, and pick up a pieceof chicken to press into your mouth. You watch as his throat gulps pure saliva,and the soup drips clumsily from his spoon.

“Please.” Tsukishima looks like he’sabout to cry, but you can’t find it in you to feel the least bit sorry for him,not after all that mess at the supermarket.

You take anotherbite, and grin.

“Nope,” youanswer, your lips popping at the ‘oh’ sound, and you think that’s what does it.Tsukishima leaps up poorly from his position and throws himself across thetable, almost snatching the food out of your hands. You jolt backwards, feelingthe fear of God thrust through you and you stare at him with wide eyes.

You don’t get asingle moment to relax at all- sufficiently throwing you off kilter, Tsukishimatakes the opportunity to slide an unfairly long leg to the left and zips overto your side at lightning speed. You dodge him just barely, but he follows youat breakneck speed until the two of you are chasing each other around the smalltable, food in your hand and your shrieks starting to sound like hystericalgiggling.

“Got you,” a hand snatches at the back ofyour shirt and you’re tugged backwards into a solid frame, the impact pushingthe air out of your lungs. His limbs are everywhere around you, you’re not sureif he’s hugging you, trapping you, or literally imprisoning you, but he’s noteven interested in you, just thepiece of chicken dangling precariously on the end of your chopsticks.

Tsukishima looksright into your eyes before leaning forwards and eating it up in one go.

You’re slackjawed, but not for long, and still laughing- he’s almost laughing too, youswear- you reach up onto your tip toes to press a soft kiss against the cornerof his mouth.

“You’re a moron,”you grin.

(You get your laugh later when the painkillerwears off, and he spends a good hour hating himself for eating crunchy food.)

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