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frenchibi · 7 years

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♚ bokuto/kuroo

♚: Head scratches, from HERE.

Sorry this isn’t super long, but I’m not used to writing them so :’) I had to take a break from iwaoi pain, so have some bokuro fluff instead. Thanks for the prompt!

All things considered, Bokuto acts a lot more like a cat than Kuroo does.

It’s funny, really, that within their group of friends, Kuroo’s still got that branding - it stuck, from back in high school, and it’s not like he minds, but… well.

Sitting the way he is now, with Bokuto’s head in his lap and his fingers tangled in his hair, he can’t help but think that maybe Bo should have been the cat. Who knows, Kuroo might’ve made a pretty good owl.

When he tells Bo as much, he gets a confused hum in reply. “Why’re you thinking about that?”

Kuroo shrugs, fingers getting caught a little as he drags them back through Bo’s white strands. His roots are slowly starting to show again, but Kuroo almost likes it better that way. It’s more dramatic, somehow. Suits him.

“…’s not an answer,” Bo mumbles, but he leans into the touch.

Kuroo smiles, readjusting his legs just a little, so Bo doesn’t have to crane his neck so much. “I was just thinking,” he says, “that you’re pretty… cat-like. Sometimes.”

Bo lets out a half-laugh, and Kuroo is absolutely in love with how his nose scrunches up and his eyebrows draw together.

“What, you mean like this?” he asks, turning his head and rubbing his nose against Kuroo’s stomach.

Kuroo giggles, helplessly folding over Bo as he tries not to laugh or shake him too much, “Hey, that’s not fair-”

And then Bo has the audacity to grin and purr, nuzzling into Kuroo’s skin and bringing arm up around his back to make sure he can’t get away.

“Bo- Bo, please, h-have mercy-”

“Mercy? Don’t know her,” Bo mumbles, holding still just long enough so Kuroo can hear what he’s saying before he resumes his movement - and then, suddenly, he’s licking Kuroo’s stomach.

Kuroo shrieks in surprise, and this time he actually pushes Bo off - not on purpose, really, it’s a knee-jerk response to the unexpected sensation of tongue on skin.

Bo catches himself before he falls off the couch, giggling a bit. “…mercy, he says. Please.”

“I’m st-still here, you know?” Kuroo gasps, catching breaths between laughter.

“I can see that,” Bo says with a grin. “Yer hard to miss, Tetsu.”

Kuroo shoots him a look - but then his own grin is back as well. “Did I taste good, at least?”

Bo shrugs. “Couldn’t tell - you didn’t let me be cat long enough to get a proper taste.”

“You’ll have enough opportunities to rectify that,” Kuroo says, and christ, he can’t seem to fight the blush there. Bo’s always gonna make him weak.

Bo’s eyes widen a little.

“Oho?”

“Mhm,” Kuroo confirms. “Now get back in here, I wasn’t done petting you. No more licking though, please, or I can’t guarantee your safety.”

Bokuto snorts. “Cats always land on their paws, right? Try me.”

#my writing #bokuro #bokuroo #sorry if this isn't as long as you hoped #it's more of a drabble really #but it was interesting to write a different ship for a change ^^#thank you!

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fromthefarshore · 7 years

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fluff for mood-up @tommy-was-here

The first time Bokuto meets Kuroo, he thinks the other has weird hair and somewhat good volleyball skills. His limbs seem too long for his body, making his movements a bit awkward, and his voice is slightly too serious for him. And yet, it attracts Bokuto.

He keeps his eyes on Kuroo, following him on the court and stealing glances when he's sitting on the bench, and he can't figure out what exactly is catching his attention. He checks him out, from head to toes, except when his eyes go up again, Kuroo's looking back at him.

He quirks his eyebrow and then, he walks up to Bokuto.

"A little bird whispered to me you were checking me out," he says, and Bokuto scowls.

"There's no bird here," he says, making sure to look around to prove himself right. "What are you talking about?"

Kuroo looks at him for a moment and then, he laughs.

"I'm aware," he says and he takes a deep breath. "It's just a saying."

"Oh," Bokuto hums and only now replays the words in his head. "Ooh. That- I- Sorry, I got distracted, I'm not that stup-"

"I know."

"...you know?"

Kuroo laughs again and he walks up even closer to Bokuto. He puts his hand on his shoulder and for a moment it looks like he wants to put it his arm around Bokuto's neck, but he stops.

There's a slight blush coming up his neck, and he clears his throat.

"Yeah, I- noticed. I mean-" he pulls his hand away and gives a shrug, then crosses his arms over his chest. "What I'm trying to say is-"

"Do you want to go out after this?"

Kuroo freezes for a moment and he looks at Bokuto, watches him. Bokuto feels his face warming up, but when he's ready to open his mouth and explain something, anything to make it sound less awkward, Kuroo clears his throat again.

"I- Yes."

Bokuto feels himself smile.

Every time Bokuto sees Kuroo, he thinks the other's hair is weird and he's getting better and better at volleyball. He lets his hands touch his back though, and comment on the wrong stance, and sometimes, he lets his fingers get lost in Kuroo's hair when they're alone in the locker room. Bokuto still thinks it's not fair that Kuroo's limbs are longer than his, he can reach up higher and make larger steps, but he doesn't mind that at all when Kuroo wraps his arms around him. It's a bit awkward, especially with Konoha eye rolling at them from the doorway, but it makes Kuroo laugh. His laugh is not perfect as well, it's far from that, and yet, it attracts Bokuto.

"Hey, let's go somewhere after practice?" he asks and he hears Kuroo hum in approval. He smiles.

"Yes."

#bokuro #bokuroo #bokuto #kuroo #haikyuu!!#Bokuto Koutarou #kuroo tetsurou #tommy-was-here #i cant believe i ended up writing bokuro fluff for u damn it #drabble

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90stimkon · 6 years

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Expectations vs. Reality

Title: Expectations vs. Reality Rating: All Length: 1492 (two drabbles and two images) Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou (bokuroo / bokuro)

Summary: Expectation: holding hands with his best (boy)friend and stealing sweet kisses beneath a shared blanket.

Reality: pining for said friend and holding in every urge to confess how much he wants to snuggle the breath out of Bokuto.

Kuroo groans and drags both hands down his face. His life is one giant meme.

Parts: one / two / three / four / ao3

Notes: Collab with @tiniblu for @bokurooweek day three: fantasy!

Kuroo slides his fingertips between Bokuto’s and whispers his name. The breath shared between them ghosts off Kuroo’s lips, the soft tickle making him shiver against the perfect, warm chest muscles when Bokuto scoops Kuroo into a hug. Bokuto dips, and Kuroo lets him. It’s the kind of push-and-pull moment that leads into the perfect kiss, the kind you see in movies, and that must be why Bokuto completely ruins it.

Bokuto laughs into Kuroo’s mouth, all sweet smiles and hot breath, when he should be parting his lips against Kuroo’s. That’s quite alright because Kuroo laughs too, and then he’s cupping Bokuto’s cheek and piecing their lips together like they should have from the start.

“Mm,” Bokuto hums, his entire chest vibrating so deeply that Kuroo feels the purr of it strum into his own body. There’s just a slip of tongue when Bokuto licks his lips, an accidental moment so teasing that Kuroo feels himself groan into the kiss. Bokuto must feel it too, because he grips Kuroo’s hipbones with both palms, holding him in place like he’s afraid Kuroo will disappear if Bokuto doesn’t squeeze him tight.

Kuroo slants his face and closes his eyes, focusing only on the soft patter of lips and the occasional brush of teeth. In moments like this, the insecurity melts away. The nose he’s certain is too long when he looks at it in the mirror bumps against Bokuto’s perfectly, and he can’t imagine his giraffe neck any other way than just long enough for Bokuto to cradle it in his hand and play with the short hairs on the back of his neck. Sometimes an off-center kiss brushes against patchy skin, and Kuroo wonders if Bokuto’s insecure about shaving too.

Kuroo’s thinking, focused on how his two front teeth must be longer than the rest of his mouth because it they keep catching Bokuto’s bottom lip whenever they kiss, when Bokuto starts with the laughing again. Kuroo frowns, but Bokuto cups his jaw and continues to kiss him, bubbles of laughter spilling into and in between each kiss.

Kuroo’s never been the one that can simply exist with actions, though. He tugs at Bokuto’s wrists and pulls away just enough that with every word, his lips graze against Bokuto’s teeth. “What’s so funny?”

“Hm?” Bokuto chases his lips for a moment longer, until he opens his eyes just enough to recognize Kuroo. “Just ‘cause you taste good.”

“Really?” Kuroo asks, smiling so hard he feels Bokuto’s cheeks against his dimples. “Because you taste like chips.”

“Hey!” Bokuto yelps back, pushing on Kuroo’s chest for leverage. Kuroo clings as they fall backwards, a shout equal parts surprised and giddy shared between them. The bag of chips they shared crinkles as they tumble down, and Kuroo feels the empty bag rumple against his back.

They both still at the new position, Bokuto’s too-warm palms still planted on Kuroo’s chest and Kuroo’s knee still loosely raised between Bokuto’s thighs. Kuroo blushes thicker and thicker as his chest begins to swell with a feeling that’s warm and weightless. This, he knows, Bokuto feels too, because Bokuto’s smile is a full bodied one. His physical smile is a small, tentative thing, but his eyelashes flicker to match the demure blush sitting high on his cheeks and his fingertips shyly curl against Kuroo’s chest.

Kuroo brushes away the few stray hairs that fell into Bokuto’s face, and he tilts Bokuto’s chin up with just his knuckles. “Hey, Bokuto?”

Bokuto’s eyes snap to Kuroo’s at the sound of his name, like a reflex, even though he swallows hard enough that Kuroo feels the up and down bob of his throat. “Hm?”

“You’re lucky I like the taste of chips,” Kuroo whispers, right before leaning in to continue where they left off.

( continued here )

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #bokuroo #bokuro #bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsurou #bokuroo week #bokuroo week 2018

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sugawarasenpai · 7 years

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43 with Kuroo pleasee!! Thank you so much I love your writing!!

I opted for a Bokuro friendship drabble! Hope that’s okay!

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“Frost the damn cupcakes!” Kuroo growls out, wielding a spoon at Bokuto, threatening.

He’s a patient guy, really, it’s a quality he prides himself on most days. Today however, is not one of them.

Bokuto looks up at him, dejected, a little fearful, but not fearful enough. He’s got two fingers in the jar of chocolate frosting, and some of it is smeared around his mouth. Kuroo doesn’t understand why most of his friends have to act so god damned immature half the time.

Even Akaashi, his one saving grace, had abandoned him two hours ago, pawning off his big, stupid, useless boyfriend to babysit for the afternoon. So no, come to think of it, he has exactly zero mature friends, because what Akaashi has done to him is not at all something a friend would do.

Kuroo thinks, maybe, he’s just getting too old.

Bokuto, frozen for a moment too long, overthinking Kuroo’s threat, finally sets the frosting down. He wipes at his mouth with a rag. His shoulders droop, his expression faltering.

Kuroo has fucked up, and while Akaashi may no longer be his friend, he wishes nothing more than for him to be here right now to clean up the mess he’s just made. Except that Kuroo is actually an adult, so he can clean up his own messes, thank you very much.

He inhales slowly, deeply.

Then, he smacks the spoon into Bokuto’s bicep, and flashes him a grin. “What are you, five? Come on, help me get this done and then we can eat the leftovers. Kenma will obliterate whatever’s left if he gets to them before we do.”

Bokuto’s mouth twitches, and his eyes wander back over to the mountain of naked cupcakes littered across the counter. He’s considering it.

“I bet…” Kuroo squints up at the clock, sunlight filtering through the kitchen window obscuring the time with a glare, “I can frost 24 in under three minutes.”

“Oh? Well, I bet you I can do it in under one minute!” Bokuto perks up, fingers twitching, going for the spatula, challenging.

Kuroo know’s he can’t, it’s physically impossible, but he’ll let him believe there’s a chance at winning the imaginary game if it gets him motivated.

“You’re on!” Kuroo grabs for the second spatula, wrenching the frosting away from Bokuto before he can start. “Ready? 1, 2 … GO!”

The competition leaves the kitchen in a worse state than Kuroo would have hoped, countertops smeared with chocolate, discarded bits of cake on the floor. There’s even frosting stuck in his hair, which should probably bother him more than it does. But scrambling aside, the job is done sooner than later, and Bokuto is grinning wildly, and Kuroo thinks that’s a good trade off.

“Dare me to shove three of them in my mouth at once?”

“No, I don’t, because I’m pretty sure you can’t.” Kuroo grins back at him.

“Watch me!” Bokuto says, and proceeds to try and do just that. It’s gross, and Kuroo hates him a little for making him watch.

Surprisingly, he manages, and Kuroo can’t help but be impressed despite himself.

“You certainly are something,” Kuroo says, smirking, and decides he’s going to accept the challenge too.

He gets two and a half in his mouth before Akaashi shows back up. Kuroo has never seen the other man look so deeply disappointed in his life. Kuroo should feel ashamed, really, but mostly he’s enjoying himself.

“Why do I ever expect you to be the responsible one?” Akaashi sighs.

“I’m perfectly responsible,” Kuroo says, though a mouthful of cake, and it’s expectedly unintelligible. Akaashi just grimaces in return.

“Want a cupcake?” Bokuto offers him the last one he’s got saved in his hand. Akaashi pauses a beat, running the risk of declining, and ultimately decides to accept it.

Akaashi peels at the wrapper carefully, and takes the neatest bite imaginable. “They’re good,” he offers.

Bokuto looks thrilled. “Yeah! I helped make them!”

Kuroo claps a hand on his shoulder. It’s not exactly true, but he’ll let Bokuto have it. “He was a big help!”

Akaashi nods with a soft smile and Bokuto is beaming and Kuroo thinks that maybe his friends are pretty alright after all.

#bokuro #fan fic

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tobeflyhaikyuu · 7 years

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Drabble challenge 44 with Bokuro thx fam

Bokuto loved going outside his house. Going to the park, meeting his friends, just being outside. Staying inside his house for more than 5 hours drove him crazy because he didn't have much to do there. And he didn't like being bored. It was a Saturday and there was no way in hell you'd find him there. His parents worked but he went to the streets, to just walk around town. Maybe he'd find something interesting. He thought he should call Kuroo."Where are you?" Was the first thing he asked his friend. "At home." The boy grumbled. "Dude, it's 8 in the morning on a Saturday. Why are you up?""Just am." Bokuto replied. "Can you meet me here?" He gave him an address.Kuroo sighed. "I'm going." Then he hung up.Bokuto was at a surprisingly quiet park. It was usually crowded with small children and their parents. But it was early. He held an envelop in his hands. A college letter for him. He had no idea if he was accepted or not and he wanted to see the answer with Kuroo. "I'm here." The boy showed up precisely at that moment. "What's in your hands?"Bokuto simply showed it to him, not saying anything. "You haven't opening it yet?" Kuroo asked surprised."Didn't want to open it alone." He replied quietly.Feeling this anxious was unusual to him. He was the happy guy, the emo-mode guy, the excited guy. Not the anxious guy."Well I'm here now so get opening!" Kuroo encouraged.Bokuto ripped open the envelope and started quietly reading the later. Second later he sighed in relief. "I got in.""Yay dude!" His friend celebrated, bumping his shoulder into his. "Never doubted you!""Thanks." Bokuto smiled. "It means a lot. I'll give Akaashi a call."After that, Kuroo could hear from a distance Bokuto's signature 'hey hey hey!' as he talked to his boyfriend on the phone."That is great Bokuto!" Akaashi was happy. "All those hours studying were worth it.""You beat!" Bokuto was all smiles. "I want to go out with you to celebrate later. Any place at all. You can choose.""I'll give it some thought and text you later." Akaashi replied. "I've got to go now. See you later, love you.""Love you too my Akaashi." Bokuto teased before hanging up the phone. Then he turned to Kuroo. "This is really awesome!""Of course it is!" Kuroo agreed right at the moment Bokuto's phone rang again. Only this time it was a text message from his mom."She wants me to go home right now." Bokuto explained feeling kind of confused himself. "Eh I'll see you later Kuroo!""Ah okay." He waved at his friend. "See you later!"Back at him both his parents sat on the couch waiting for their son.Bokuto thought it was weird especially because they should be at work, but instead where in from of him with grim expressions on their faces. "Ah what's going on?""Sit down, honey. This is big." His mother said."What is big?" He questioned, sitting in the chair in front of them. "What we're about to tell you is big." His father elaborated. "We're moving out." "We... as in you and mom?" Bokuto asked."No honey. We as in, us three. We're leaving Japan." His mom replied.Bokuto was incredulous. "Well that's the second biggest news I've heard all day."

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ao3feed-hqrarepairs · 7 years

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I've Been Bleeding From Tripping in the Dark

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2jUlQaE

by drunkroxy

Words: 366, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of You're Gonna Miss It All

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Referenced Sugawara

Relationships: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou, Implied Bokuto Koutarou/Iwaizumi Hajime/Kuroo Tetsurou/Sugawara Koushi

Additional Tags: but that's just because it's in the Series™, i wrote this because i was inspired by another bokuro fic that murdered me it was beautiful, so here i am, with these gays, super short but you know how it is, a drabble of sorts

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2jUlQaE

#Bokuto Koutarou #Kuroo Tetsurou #BokuKuro

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ao3feed-haikyuu · 7 years

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I've Been Bleeding From Tripping in the Dark

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2jUlQaE

by drunkroxy

Words: 366, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of You're Gonna Miss It All

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Referenced Sugawara

Relationships: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou, Implied Bokuto Koutarou/Iwaizumi Hajime/Kuroo Tetsurou/Sugawara Koushi

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2jUlQaE

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #ao3feed #fanfic #haikyu #ハイキュー!!

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bokuroskitten · 3 years

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𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

❦ red text for Poly Relations

Fanfictions

Office Shenanigans (BoKuroo)

Welcome Home (BoKuroo)

Morning Bliss (BoKuroo)

Promotion (BoKuroo)

Training (BoKuroo)

Comfort at Home

Desiderate (Ushijima x Bokuto x reader)

Stuffed (BoKuroo)

Spectator (BoKuroo)

Backstage (BoKuroo)

Breach

Under lock and key (BoKuroo)

Fives a party (bokuakakuroken)

Happy Birthday Bokuto

Kitty girl (BoKuroo)

Headcanons

Helping with Oral Fixation

What Gags they’d used on their partner

Cockwarming

Domestic Moments

What they wear to show they’re yours

Big beefy men

Drabbles

Mouth Full (BoKuroo)

Mismatched Knee Highs with BoKuro

Oral fixation with bo

Bo and his titties

BoKuroo comfort

Needy Bokuto

Bokuroo rainy morning

Bokuroo helping ya squirt

Bokuroo and squirtin pt 2

Vibrator after work ft. Kuroo Oikawa & Bo

1.6k event

Possessive ! Bokuto.

𝟏𝟎. Beg for it. 𝟐𝟑. My baby, you did so well. Kuroo + Bokuto.

𝟖𝟗. Your thighs are shaking so much.

𝟗𝟑. That’s good, baby, keep doing that. 𝟓𝟑. I don’t like getting off on my own. Bokuto + Akaashi.

#bokuto koutarou #Bokuto masterlist #masterlist

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bokuroskitten · 3 years

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᯽⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ drabbles

Kenma & voyeurism

Suga and Daichi soft thoughts

Fav haikyuu ship

Asanoya thoughts

Discussing Bo’s Papa Title

The discussion of the "Sick Series"

Bokuto's Titties

Daichi and Spanking

Mouth Full ft. BoKuro

Mismatched Knee highs with BoKuroo

Morning Head with Tetsu

Cockwarming brain rot.

Hand kisses

Overstim (H hours for issei)

Mirror (H hours for issei)

Eating out (H hours for Issei)

More on Bokuto’s Titties

Bokuto’s ass 💀

Shipping my moots!

Bokuro comfort Drabbles

Shower head shenanigans w Isssei

Iwaizumi comfort drabbles

5 some with Akaashi, Osamu, Suna & Kenma

Needy bokuto

Collage AU draken

Cock warmin osamu

Rainy mornings with Bokuroo

Love letter from Kuroo

Kuroo, Oikawa and Bokuto and daichi 😵‍💫

“Enjoy yourself <3”

Thots about Taiju

Draken Christmas Drabble

Tengen and his wives Drabble

squirtin with bokuroo

squirtin with bokuroo pt. 2

Draken and hanma chaos

Taiju & opening night

Draken and his horse cock canon ///:

L x draken and L x Bokuroo headcanons <3

bokuro piece for me by a friend <3

Bokuro piece for me by a friend <3

Sub Mitsuya

Self ships: dates with kuroo, Bo, bokuro, draken

Switch Mitsuya

Just the tip draken

Yuzuha 😵‍💫

Sexting ken at work

Oral fixation with Kenny 😔

#drabble #drabbles #haikyuu

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fromthefarshore · 7 years

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something angsty-ish: BOKUROO “I’m not cut out for this”

ao3 here

“She’s pretty,” Kuroo says, his eyes following the long haired girl passing the shop. Her hair is dyed a dark shade of brown, but in the sun it looks a bit brighter, lively colour dancing on the top of her head, and the tips of her hair are wavy, just a little bit. She is pretty indeed, Bokuto thinks, as he slurps the milkshake, watching the girl through the window of McDonald’s. She is, except he finds someone else prettier.

“Just your type,” he says when the girl disappears in the crowd, and Kuroo lets out a sigh.

“I want a girlfriend,” he drags out the words, a little whine, as he lounges himself on the counter. He turns his head to look at Bokuto. “Let’s go to the mixer next week? Konoha is organizing one.”

“I don’t want a girlfriend,” Bokuto says, averting his eyes and pretending to follow someone on the street.

“Oh, come on,” Kuroo pokes him in the stomach and gives him a grin, Bokuto can see it from the corner of his eye, “we were too busy with volleyball in highschool, but in uni we could find time for girls.”

Bokuto lets out a sigh; he doesn’t think, doesn’t want to let it slide again.

“It’s not that,” he says. He shifts his eyes from the crowd of unknown people he doesn’t care about to the one he knows the best, cares the most about, and his heart starts aching, just a little bit. It’s not the perfect moment he’s been waiting for, but he’s been waiting for too long and the moment will never come, Bokuto knows it, he’s known it all along. It’s a bad moment, but it’s a moment nevertheless, a chance that will pass soon if he hesitates again, and he’s already been hesitating enough.

“I will never want a girlfriend,” he says, and he’s looking at Kuroo’s eyes, and he sees how for a moment Kuroo opens his mouth ready to shoot any reply back, but the words register in his head and finally, realisation hits him. Bokuto gives him a smile, but it must look bitter, maybe even sad. Kuroo nibbles on his lip and then licks it before opening his mouth again.

“You want a boyfriend?” he asks, and the liveliness is coming back to his face. “Alright, you should have just said sooner! Man, my talks about the girls must have been annoying, sorry-”

“I want you,” Bokuto interrupts because Kuroo is not running away, because Kuroo is looking at him, because Kuroo is all Bokuto has ever wanted, because he’s the pretty one, not the girls and not the other boys, and because Bokuto is in love with him, with his voice and stupid laugh, with his mannerisms and his attitude, with his personality, with everything about him, and Bokuto can’t keep it to himself any longer.

Kuroo lets out a silent chuckle, reaching to bump his fist against Bokuto’s thigh.

“Of course you want me, I’m the most-” Bokuto is not laughing, and Kuroo stops, then he clears his throat.

“You’re not joking about me,” he says and Bokuto takes a deep breath.

“I’m not joking about you,” he replies.

Kuroo looks at his eyes for a few more moments, then looks up and down, letting his eyes wander but never looking away from Bokuto, as if he’s searching for something.

Bokuto waits, he’s rather good at it even though people don’t think so, paying attention to little things only, ignoring the whole picture. His heart aches even more now as he knows the answer, but at the same time he feels a bit lighter, a bit better for letting it out.

Kuroo clears his throat.

“I’m- Shit, Bokuto, I-” Bokuto sees how Kuroo looks for the words in his head, quickly running through the lists and lists of phrases to say. Finally, he decides.

“I’m not cut out for this,” he says, and it’s not exactly what Bokuto’s wanted. There’s a note of regret in Kuroo’s voice, but it’s not directed at Bokuto, it’s coming from Kuroo himself, and this, somehow, hurts even more. There’s a pause, a short one, and then Kuroo adds, “I wish I was, but I’m not.”

Bokuto nods, and then he nods once again, not knowing what to say.

Life’s not fair, he thinks, as he feels Kuroo’s eyes on himself.

“Life’s difficult,” he says aloud and he slurps his milkshake again. The chocolate milk tastes somewhat bitter.

The same girl from before appears in the crowd again, this time walking with another girl, both of them chatting and laughing. The girl looks nice, her brown hair is framing a lovely face with a cute smile, and she’s heading to the McDonald’s; perhaps she went to meet her friend at the station.

For a second, their eyes meet and then the girl looks a bit to the side where Kuroo is sitting.

Bokuto looks at Kuroo as well.

“She’s pretty,” he says and there’s a bit of jealously tainting him from inside.

Because not like him, she has a chance.

#bokuro #bokuto #kuroo #haikyuu!!#bokuroo #Bokuto Koutarou #Kuroo Tetsurou #haikyuu #drabble #angstyish

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fromthefarshore · 7 years

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something angsty-ish: BOKUROO “ I can't breathe”

ao3 here

Kuroo hugs his knees closer to his chest and rests his forehead on them, hiding his face. He doesn’t know who he is hiding from; maybe from the image of Bokuto in his head or maybe from himself.

He traces the little wounds on his lips from the inside with his tongue. He nibbled on them to the blood a while ago, and it takes a lot of will not to start doing it right now again.

He takes a deep, as deep as being crouched lets him, breath, and wonders what would it feel like to be unable to breathe. What would it be like to see your friend stand in front of you and not help.

A silent wail escapes him; Bokuto’s ignoring his messages since yesterday’s incident and Kuroo can’t stop worrying, even though he knew this was going to happen.

Kuroo’s known that Bokuto has asthma all along - Bokuto has warned him once they started hanging out together more; they even put silly stickers on his reliever inhaler when Bokuto showed it, jokingly telling Kuroo that it took his first kiss. He’s never had to use one in front of Kuroo, though, and as much as Kuroo was aware of Bokuto’s condition, he’s never though that asthma attack could actually happen, he’s never even imagined Bokuto taking medicine for it or using inhaler. It was always just talks, brief mentions and jokes. It was never real.

“I can’t breathe.”

It happens suddenly, quickly, and Kuroo sees the bluish tint appearing on Bokuto’s lips, he sees how everything progresses rapidly, stealing Bokuto of oxygen and of aliveness together with it. There’s wheezing and coughing, and it’s not stopping, it’s making Bokuto’s usually pale face seem nearly white, and Kuroo has never seen Bokuto like this, he hasn’t, so it can’t be real, maybe he’s just seeing things, maybe Bokuto’s just pretending, but it’s not funny, it’s not funny at all.

Kuroo’s mind is telling him to find Bokuto’s inhaler, it must be in his bag, somewhere among useless things he carries, somewhere easily reached, but all Kuroo does is stand, all he does is watch.

He sees panic in Bokuto’s eyes and how it takes a few tries for him to open his bag and pull out the inhaler with trembling hands. He takes a puff of it, closing his eyes and probably trying to count in his head, and after a while he takes another puff, and a couple more.

It takes a few minutes for the attack to calm down, but it feels like hours for Kuroo. Bokuto is still a bit breathless, and the words escaping his lips seem to come out with a lot of difficulty.

“That’s-- sorry-- usually- not so- serious.”

Bokuto’s voice brings Kuroo back, and only now he reaches for Bokuto’s hand, not sure if the touch is to calm down himself or Bokuto.

“I- Shit, I couldn’t do anything. I’m sorry, Bo, I-”

“It’s- fine,” Bokuto says, but it doesn’t sound fine, not at all. Kuroo tells himself he might be simply making it up, but it feels like there’s a hurt note in Bokuto’s voice. “That’s- my problem,” he adds, and when Kuroo tries to squeeze his hand a bit tighter, Bokuto pulls it away.

“I’ll call- dad,” he coughs a little bit, but it stops soon, “I better- go to hospital. Just- in case.” Kuroo nods, and he nods one more time, trying to process everything that is happening. His hand without Bokuto’s in it feels somewhat cold.

“Do you want me to come with you?” he asks, carefully, afraid of Bokuto’s answer.

Bokuto gives him a smile, but it’s not reaching his eyes.

Then, he shakes his head.

“It’s fine,” he says.

And Kuroo knows, it’s not.

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90stimkon · 7 years

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the final frontier

Rating: Teen Length: 2,187 words Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou (bokuroo / bokuro)

Summary: Kuroo boldly goes where no man has gone before.

Warnings: Implied illegal activity, I guess??? Body horror. Notes: inktober collab, day 12. stripper (plus space/alien!!!) au! unbetaed and incomplete drabble.

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Fukuroudani-04, A.K.A. the fourth moon of Fukuroudani, the third and largest planet in the Kantou solar system, A.K.A. Kuroo’s personal Hell.

Kuroo knows when his boots hit the ground that his professional life is over. Nobody gets sent to Fukuroudani-04 unless they’re retiring or unless the United Federation of Human States wanted to get rid of you. On paper it said that Kuroo’s new position was Head Detective for Human Genetics Affairs, but in reality Kuroo knew he was being dispatched to a job in which he could never succeed. After all, the only things Fukuroudani-04 were known for was Angel’s Touch, a rich, colorful alcohol that was as potent as it was silky, and its knack for interbreeding.

Unlike other planets that separated the indigenous alien life from the colonizing humans, the native, harpy-like lifeforms on Fukuroudani-04 had a long history of mixing their genes with humans ones. It wasn’t long until science began to experiment in both directions. In a matter of a few years, scientists successfully created eagles, owls, and doves as large as cars birthed by human mothers, just like they created feral, wild creatures that looked human but squawked like birds, hatched from the eggs of the alien forms. And then there was the underground experiments, the largest criminal industry on Fukuroudani-04 that Kuroo was now officially in charge of busting: synthetic body deformation to look less human, and non-consensual experimentation to manipulate, mix, and mutate human genes.

Kuroo doesn’t even bother to check-in to his new office or accommodations before hitting the trail. Nobody else on Fukuroudani-04 has found a new lead in the past fifteen years, so why should he expect they’ll be any help?

Kuroo sets out for the Angel’s District, a nice way of referring to the red light district that hides Fukuroudani-04’s underbelly in plain sight. The prettiest genetic experiments have no problem finding employment in the clubs as dancers or intimate partners, and even the less sightly ones can usually snag a job as a bartender or waiter. Seated in a plush, private seat in the middle of a sex-motel-covering-as-a-club, Kuroo sees the proof all around him: human-like creatures with large, fluffy wings as white as the snow that no longer fell on the Earth Kuroo knew serve him Angel’s Touch and offer to dance with him.

Angels, tourists call them. Kuroo calls them genetic abominations.

One Angel passes by Kuroo, flapping her wings pointedly, but Kuroo looks away in disinterest. He doesn’t understand how anybody could call these creatures Angels when they looked like anything but. The science was still imperfect, leaving experiments halfway altered one way or another. The most common, like the Angel that passed him, was that she had perfect wings in place of her arms, but others were human from the waist up and bird from the waist down. Others had beaks, tail feathers, or hands at the arch of their wings. That perfect image of an angel, human in all but the glorious wings on their back, had yet to be created.

Yet still Angels remained the biggest open secret on Bokuto-04. Though all the employees have documentation certifying their natural birth or legal body modification, Kuroo can tell by the light scars along their backs or the quiet hum of machinery that the wings are as natural as their overly plump lips or exaggerated hips. An Angel winks his genetically extended copper eyelashes at him, but Kuroo shakes his head.

Kuroo wouldn’t be surprised if some of these Angels had been in Kuroo’s position at one time and now forced to work to pay their debt. All it takes is a couple choice words before the curious customer is taken to a room in the back, lined from ceiling to floor with all the wares to transform normal humans into the beautiful creatures walking around him. Oh, and a couple thousand untraceable credits. Chump change for a tourist with a hedonistic interest to desire these genetic abominations, but also easily affordable to the stupid customer who doesn’t mind working a lifetime to pay off advanced credit.

Kuroo rims his glass of Angel’s Touch with a forefinger as he turns down another invitation to dance from another Angel. It shouldn’t be long before the shift manager takes notice of him and-- Ah, right on time.

Kuroo tries to look surprised as a man who looks human (minus the obvious parrot head) taps on his shoulder. “Do our products displease you, sir?”

“I’m something of an Angel enthusiastic,” Kuroo says smoothly, not quite a lie. “These, ah, products on the floor are appealing indeed, but I’m interested in something a bit more…natural.”

“Our club serves only organic products,” the manager informs him, as though he’s talking about juice. But Kuroo’s moral compass doesn’t matter; he knows how this game is played. He flashes his hologram for just an instant, long enough that the manager sees the digits stretching into the 13s. “Ah, I believe I may have some products in the back that are simply too delicate to be shown on the floor here.”

Kuroo fakes a smile and gently requests, “lead the way.”

Kuroo’s documentation and bank are inspected and confirmed before he’s invited up a glass elevator that leads to the penthouse. When he steps out of the elevator, he feels his stomach sinking in a way completely different than when he had stepped onto Fukuroudani-04.

There was a third possibility besides corruption or laziness for why the Angel rings of Fukuroudani-04 had never been cracked, and he’s looking at right at it.

There’s a feather-covered woman contorting in a cage. In the corner, there’s a bed where a human-sized bird has its wings covering the bodies of three people, but their moaning and the smell of sex makes it obvious what they’re doing. There’s feathers and skin rubbing together on a dancefloor. That meets his expectation. It’s what’s on the couches that has Kuroo watching wide-eyed in horror.

Some humans are half-molting, others are moaning in pain from where their lips have begun to form beaks from the fluids pumping into their veins from the machines they’re hooked up to. But beside them, there’s human and bird alike, dazed and blinking away the drugs after their recent cosmetic surgeries to make them look more bird and less human, more human and less bird. One creature’s taloned feet begin to soften into a more human-like skin texture. Another is shedding its feathers. Kuroo had assumed the problem was just that human genetics had been corrupted, but the harpy aliens are just as much customers as the humans alongside them.

“My god,” Kuroo breathes. He feels a shiver crawl up his spine, but it’s easily mistaken for excitement.

“Our products are yours to sample,” the bird-headed manager behind him reminds, snapping Kuroo out of his shock. “No matter what your inclination.”

Shakily, Kuroo nods. “Thank you. I’ll-- I want to look around. Sample.”

The creature -- what Kuroo had assumed was alien but could have very well been human at one point -- turns back to the elevator.

Kuroo’s glad to be left alone to investigate, even as the sights around him sicken him. He records evidence with the eye he’d replaced with a transmitter two years after joining the force. Even if he can’t crack down on the business immediately, he can still gather intel. His mind is already racing with the kind of long-term undercover agents they can plant in the clubs when the crowd begins to chant, ‘Bokuto. Bokuto. Bokuto.’

Music strums up that can only be made on a planet like this, sounds made with beaks clacking together, feathers rustling, talons scratching. It’s quick and funky, like a remixed beat that Kuroo remembers from history lessons on Earth. The music swells as the crowd begins to chant louder and louder into a begging cry of, ‘Bokuto!’

The rallying screech of the native creature rings throughout the club as all the lights suddenly cut. The ceiling lights up in an exotic pattern that slowly begins to pry apart piece-by-piece. Wires lighting up in the same patterns dangle from beyond the ceiling plates, where at the heart, a cluster of silver feathers pumps like a heartbeat. It has to be at least four angels by the sheer amount of feathers and wings, but when they part, four folding back and pumping strongly behind the creature, the other four continue to rub and pluck apart to reveal a single form.

‘Bokuto!’ the crowd screams as the alien throws his head back and lets out another rallying screech. He’s a male by the looks of it, all perfect human skin, but he has not one, not two, but four pairs of wings perfectly attached to his back.

“That’s impossible,” Kuroo whispers to himself, watching in awe as the alien flits around the wires, and sways gently, wings propelling him in soft circles around the crowd.

The alien performer is teasing them all and smirking like he knows all their eyes on him. He wraps himself into the wires and lets himself free fall and spin in and out of them, gliding through the air as though he were swimming. The crowd goes crazy, but not as crazy as when they begin to reach up to him, hands and talons and wings outstretched in a futile attempt to touch him.

Kuroo had thought it was just for the theatrics, but he realizes it’s more than that when the alien stretches his strong, supple limbs along a wire and reaches a hand down. The gold along his arm begins to shift into a slither that drips off his fingertips in droplets that rain upon those reaching up to him. It’s a custom technosuit, Kuroo realizes, and he can only guess at how the club can afford to make them for stunts like this if they happen every day. The suit continues to drip until the entire right sleeve rains gold upon the crowd.

The crying in his ears dips louder as the alien isn’t nearly as coy with the next arm, downright flinging off the left sleeve in a single whip of his wrist, the gold raining off in golden strips. He laughs and flies around, shielding his body with two of his wings, another pair keeping him afloat while the other two continue to pulse along with the music, keeping them all entranced. There’s a peek of the alien’s leg beyond his wing when he kicks it off, but then there’s another sprinkle before the wing is pulled back to reveal a bare leg.

Kuroo has to cover his ears with both palms to stop his eardrums from ringing, but he can’t stop watching either. He’s just as entranced as the rest of the crowd, following the stretch of skin and feather down to the little drops of gold that fall onto the beaks and lips of the adoring crowd.

There’s something particularly about this alien and it’s not just his four pairs of wings. Kuroo catches glimpses of feathers curling around the wires, as if they’re flexible limbs as functional as Kuroo’s fingertips. Feathers don’t bend; they don’t twist and can’t be controlled in the same way that fingers can, but he swears he sees the feathers curl and twist, just subtly enough to enhance the striptease.

“There’s no way he’s natural,” Kuroo says to himself.

“Bokuto-san is 100% natural,” a quiet voice whispers into his ear. Kuroo looks around wildly, but it’s just a mild-looking guy, a few feathers peeking out of his wispy hair. He’d look completely human, if not for the feathers. Although the guy had been expressionless moments ago, his smirk grows thinner and thinner. “And no, you can’t afford him.”

“I-- How do you know that?” Kuroo asks, suddenly worried that maybe he’s been watched as much as he’s watching. The little pin on the guy’s jacket marks him as part of the club too.

“Oh, I know. I’ve seen your account. You might have enough to talk to him,” the guy says quietly, so quietly that Kuroo has trouble hearing him over the roaring of the crowd when the performer lets another wave of rain on them and finally peels back all his wings to reveal his bare form, one wing modestly covering between his legs. Kuroo swallows, knowing where this is going. “But we could arrange a loan should you wish to meet him. Privately.”

Kuroo looks up and winks. There’s no way he’s winking at Kuroo, but Kuroo can’t shake the feeling.

“Follow me, please,” the guy from behind says, already turning his back as though he expects Kuroo to follow him.

And damn it, Kuroo can’t resist. He follows the quiet manager away from the crowd, still stealing glances over his shoulder at the performer. Like the wink, he’s pretty sure he imagines that the stripper is waving goodbye to him.

Kuroo can’t blow this investigation before it’s even begun, but this is one lead he can’t pass up.

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