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Complementary Treatment

Title: Complementary Treatment

Rating: G/SFW

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2876

Fandom: Haikyuu!

Ship: Bokuroo

Summary: Kuroo gets embarrassed whenever he receives a genuine compliment, and his boyfriend loves to tease him.

Notes: I’m alive! This is kinda based on some IRL events

To say the very least, Kuroo was a flirt. He could banter back and forth with sexual innuendos and winks until kingdom come. As long as things were kept flirty and playful, he figured it meant nothing; he could receive a cheesy pickup line any time. This is the exact reason why Bokuto's teasing and flirty nature had never phased him.

Bokuto loved knowing a way to rile everybody up, so when they started dating he would make his comments dirtier, sometimes mentioning bedroom mishaps, in an attempt to fluster Kuroo before and during games. It didn’t take him long to realize that the comments didn’t get to Kuroo at all, he was completely and utterly unbothered. It wasn’t until two months into their relationship that Bokuto realized what really got to the other boy’s head.

Bokuto was glad to learn that his counterpart was embarrassingly unable to handle sincere, heartfelt compliments.

At first, the Nekoma player attempted to hide this from Bokuto. Whenever the owlish boy tried to praise him he would turn the tables or make a sexual comment, but eventually his boyfriend caught on.

The first time Bokuto picked up on it was on a sunny day at the park. They had decided to go to the local park for a small picnic consisting of store-bought sushi and salad. Kuroo had laid down on the blanket, removing his sunglasses and closing his eyes. He eventually felt a shadow looming over him, prompting him to peek out at his lover’s face.

“You’re really beautiful, you know that, right?” The owl-haired boy spoke, a look of complete admiration plastered on his face. Kuroo instantly grew red, bringing his hands up to cover his face. “Tetsurou? Are you alright?”

Kuroo rolled onto his side to avoid possible eye contact, “Y-yup, just thought about something embarrassing that happened a few weeks ago.” Bokuto hadn’t pressed any further, but he certainly caught on to what had happened.

That moment is what got them here, at another training camp.

Although the Fukurodani captain obviously felt very strongly towards his boyfriend, he hadn’t previously found himself complimenting him too often. Their relationship had always been a lovingly playful one that didn’t normally consist of verbal sappiness. Now, the shorter boy would pepper his boyfriend with as many compliments as he could think of. Honestly, Bokuto could go on and on and on about everything that made the Nekoma player amazing.

This made training camps a lot more entertaining, for him and the other teams spectating.

Karasuno had certainly improved since their last training camp. Kuroo was having an astonishingly hard time keeping up with Hinata and Kageyama’s quick attacks paired with the newfound strengths of the rest of the team. Kuroo needed his head to be completely in the game, but of course, Bokuto could never allow that.

“Hey Kuroo! When you talk about things that you’re passionate about, your entire face lights up. It’s really adorable, and I love seeing you passionate.” Bokuto yelled in the direction of the Nekoma captain.

Kuroo instantly flushed, and his eyes darkened, and in his moment of distracted embarrassment he ended up missing a spike sent from Asahi, receiving a boo from Yaku.

“I’m sorry guys, my bad,” Kuroo spoke in an attempt to sound unbothered, sending a glare Bokuto’s way.

As the game went on, Bokuto stayed relatively quiet. Karasuno had won the first set, Nekoma the second, and Kuroo was really getting back into his groove. The two teams were pushing their hardest, never getting more than a 2-point gap between their scores. When both teams reached 19 points the tension was certainly in the air. In the back of his mind, Kuroo remembered that it was simply training camp, if they lost, the worst that would happen would be a set of flying laps, yet he still found himself wanting to win with everything in him. When Nekoma scored their 21st point, Bokuto loudly cleared his throat, chuckling to himself when he noticed the colour from his boyfriend’s face had faded.

The Fukurodani ace pulled his phone from his pocket, sitting straighter on the bench.

“What do I have here? Wow, it’s a list of 101 reasons why Kuroo Tetsurou is amazing,” Bokuto projected, grabbing the rooster-haired boy’s attention. “Reason number one: he’s an incredibly talented middle blocker with a vast knowledge of volleyball technique.”

Kuroo was attempting to hold strong, blocking when he was prompted in an attempt to zone back into the game. He prided himself on his tremendous self-control and he was trying his best, he honestly was. Sometimes it was just too easy to imagine that giant, dopey grin, and those beautiful golden eyes filled with respect and admiration.

Kuroo almost broke when his boyfriend had reached number 15, a particularly kind and honest compliment that buried the captain’s insecurities. For a few more minutes, he was strong, not wanting to let down his teammates.

“Number 16: Despite the act you put up, you’re actually an extremely kind person, and you always check up on those around you in subtle and knowing ways. Number 17-”

“JUST STOP! PLEASE!” Kuroo screeched, putting his hands to his face at just the wrong time. Kenma had set to him and he wasn’t paying enough attention for the receive. The ball came down while Kuroo attempted to get it back up, but he was seconds too late.

“I’m sorry,” He began, turning to face Kenma. He was shocked to see that instead of Kenma’s version of disappointment, he was met with the Kenma expression of a smile. It was ever so slight, that he would never have even been able to catch it had he not grown up with the shorter boy. He had no doubt in his mind that his own face had developed an expression of confusion, but he just grabbed the ball and threw it to the server in order to avoid bringing attention to the timid Nekoma setter.

Within half an hour the game was complete, Karasuno had won 27-25. Kuroo made his rounds of the gym in the form of flying laps before he made his way over to the bench to grab some water.

“Number 18,” Bokuto began while Kuroo was walking towards the bench “Kuroo Tetsurou is not a sore loser.” He finished with a toothy grin.

“Number 19, Kuroo is totally a sore loser and he is going to break up with his boyfriend for making him lose,” Kuroo pouted.

Kenma passed the bench, hesitating for a moment in front of them. “I’m really sorry about the game Kozume, you can blame Mr. Annoying over here.,” Kuroo stated, side-eyeing the aforementioned boy.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine,” Kenma replied, a slight sense of expression within his tone of voice. Once the Nekoma setter had walked away Kuroo gaped at Bokuto, receiving a confused stare.

“That was like the Kenma equivalent of him giving us his blessing,” Kuroo told his boyfriend, shock heard in his voice. The thought of Kenma being satisfied with Kuroo’s decision stayed in his mind for a long time after that. The setter would never say it, but he knew that Bokuto was good for his best friend in more ways than one.

After he was able to collect himself, Kuroo returned to his pouting session, turning his back to his boyfriend as he sipped his water. The taller boy placed his water on the floor next to his feet while he stretched his body out.

First, he touched his fingers to his toes, then he opted for a more full body stretch as he stretched his arms far out above his head.

“Mr. Pouty, what will we do about you?” Bokuto teased, reaching his fingers out and tasering the Nekoma player’s vulnerable ribs.

“Ah! Don’t do that Airhead!” Kuroo exclaimed, moving away from the clever hands of his boyfriend.

“Ah, how ironic. Number 19, Kuroo’s laugh is the most glorious sound known to man,” Bokuto read with a smirk. Kuroo’s face had returned to its previous state of bright red as his features battled it out to see which expression would dominate his face. He ended up attempting a look of anger, but the small smile on his lips betrayed him.

“Leave me alone, loser,” He remarked, walking away to go practice with his team.

The games went on and on throughout the rest of the day, and Bokuto’s teasings were a constant. He managed to make it to number 50 by the end of the day. Kuroo remembered feeling immense relief during games when Fukurodani was playing on the other court at the same time.

When the day had come to an end, the boys made their way to the showers to get cleaned up. The closest thing to teasing that occurred was when Bokuto whipped Kuroo’s butt with his towel, and the latter boy was relieved.

Of course, peace only lasted for so long around these boys. Once they got to the mattresses in the boarding room all hell broke loose. Bokuto would not leave Kuroo alone, much to his dismay. His usual embarrassment received a cherry on top due to all of the people around them during their little compliment session. Kuroo’s face was beyond red and every single one of his features showcased embarrassment as he attempted to shush the Fukurodani player from speaking.

All of Kuroo’s attempts to sush the boy were in vain, so he just whined and curled in on himself, sheltering his face in his hands.

“Bokuto, I think you’re going to kill Pain-in-the-ass Kuroo-san if you don’t stop soon,” Akaashi lectured from somewhere behind them in the room.

“He’ll be alright,” A small voice sounded from the door. Bokuto turned to look and was surprised to see Kenma with his head in his DS.

“See Akaashi? I think he’ll be okay,” Bokuto punctuated his statement with a wiggle of his fingers on Kuroo’s side. The rooster-haired boy giggled and kicked out, scooting further away from his shorter boyfriend.

The action prompted a final statement from Nekoma’s setter, who had sat down next to Akaashi on his mattress. “You should try his ribs and his thighs, his shoulder blades are pretty bad too.”

“You’re a traitor!” Screamed out Kuroo as he shot up and attempted to get far away from the mischievous boy in front of him. “Bokuto don’t you dare, I will kill you.”

The chase was on as Kuroo ran around the room, attempting to get as far away as he possibly could. In a moment of strength he thought about running to Karasuno’s boarding room and hiding there, but as he ran to the door he was tripped by a certain black and blonde haired boy who let out a tiny huff of laughter as he was called a traitor again.

“No no no no, please don’t, don’t don’t don’t dohohohohont, hehe nahahahahahaha stahahahahap!” Kuroo giggled out as hands found their way to his waist.

“Why don’t we return to number 19 now?” Bokuto teased as he pinned his boyfriend’s arms under his knees.

The Fukurodani player started slow, with small pokes and the dragging of his dull nails over the sensitive strip of skin that had been exposed in their struggle. This elicited tiny giggles and huffs from the taller boy, who was still struggling to stop the torturous hands.

“Kuroo, where should I start? Let me know and I’ll begin for real,” Bokuto grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing to the black haired boy beneath him.

“Nohohowhere, juhust stop,” Kuroo spoke, laughing softly from the slight touches.

“Well, you know I can’t tickle you nowhere, so should I start at your ribs?”

“No! Fihihine, start ahat my neheck,” Kuroo’s face was beyond red from embarrassment.

The teasing fingers spidered up all the way to the younger boy’s neck as giggles freely poured out from his mouth. The fingers were slowly dragged against the visible collarbones, receiving different reactions from different techniques.

The ace was unsatisfied with the reaction he was receiving so he opted to step it up a notch, leaning down so his lips met the soft skin of Kuroo’s neck. A loud ‘Phssssss’ could be heard, followed by cute snorts and louder giggles.

“Hehehehehe nohohohohoho thahahahahat tihihihihihickles! Bohoho stahahahahap!” Kuroo’s struggles increased as he attempted to scrunch up his shoulder to avoid the tickling.

“Aww,” The owlish boy began, looking at his boyfriend’s face, “reason 20, when Kuroo is freely laughing, and his laugh is his genuine, non-mischievous laugh, his face brightens and his nose scrunches up and it’s astonishingly adorable.”

“Dohont do that!” Tomatoes were in awe at how red the younger boy’s face was.

“Don’t do what?”

“Cohohomplimehehent mehehe!”

“Aww, well if you insist,” The ace responded, and Kuroo knew that he had just dug his own grave.

Quick fingers lingered in his armpit, and his laughter rose an octave as his struggles increased. “JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAP!”

“Wow Tetsurou, your armpits are a solid 10 and this isn’t even your most ticklish spot. You must be in complete agony with all the anticipation.” Bokuto was the absolute king of teasing, and this stuff was really getting to Kuroo, he was in a mental and physical battle with the older boy.

“Yohohohou cahahahan stahahahap mihihi agohohohny by stohohohohoping!” Kuroo pleaded, his eyes begging the torture to stop.

“Actually, I think I’ll do just the opposite. Akaashi, Kenma, could you help me for a sec? I think it’s time to kick it up a notch.”

The two wordlessly approached the pair on the floor, Akaashi rolled his eyes slightly at Bokuto’s antics while Kenma was amused. Akaashi held Kuroo’s hands above his head while Kenma sat on the boys feet. Akaashi’s hold changed as he made Kuroo sit up, holding his hand behind his back in order to get full access to the 3rd year’s shoulder blades.

“Y-you guys don’t have to do this. Please don’t do this,” Kuroo pleaded as he looked for mercy in the eyes of the two boys he could see, they showed none.

“I think everyone should be able to hear God’s gift to mankind, your laughter.”

With that, Bokuto latched onto Kuroo’s ribs, Kenma’s fingers found their way to his thighs, and Akaashi spidered his short nails between the middle blocker’s shoulder blades.

“NAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIIHI CAHAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT AHAHAHALL AHAHAT OHOHOHOHONCE!” Kuroo screamed with hysterical laughter as he threw his head back and tried his best to struggle.

“Hmm…. I think we’ll stop once you admit that you’re an amazing person,” Bokuto teased, reveling in the new tone his boyfriend’s face developed.

Kenma had started pinching the skin on Kuroo’s thighs, a technique that he knew drove him crazy, and Bokuto had taken to counting every individual rib in his ribcage.

“HEHEHE IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT DOHOHOHO THAHAHT! NOHOHOHOW STAHAHAHAHAP!” Kuroo screeched so loudly that a small crowd had gathered at the door, but the group had gone unnoticed as the three continued their torture on Kuroo.

The teen was in absolute agony as all of his most sensitive areas were tortured and prodded all at once. He was kicking and struggling, and screaming and laughing but he was slowly losing steam. His most ticklish areas were on fire and there was nothing he could do to stop the sensation. Tears slowly escaped his eyes as he quit his struggling. His laughter was a mix of loud, uncontrollable cackles and soft hiccups. He shook his head back and forth continuously, the only way he could struggle without losing energy, and he considered his options for a moment.

His thoughts were interrupted as a slender finger slipped into his navel, sending him struggling against his holds again. “FIHIHIHINE FINE FINE! IHIHIHIHIM AHAHAHA GOHOHOHOHOD PEHEHEHEHEHERSON! PLEHEHEHEHEASE AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Akaashi’s fingers stopped instantly, and Kenma gave a few final pinches before stopping as well. Bokuto kept on torturing his toned tummy for a little longer, before finally slowing to a stop.

Kuroo took his new freedom as an opportunity to curl in on himself. “Hehehehe I hehe hate yohou,” He sounded as residual giggles escaped from the wide grin on his face.

When Kuroo finally calmed down, someone cleared their throat from the entrance of the room. Kuroo blushed deeply as he looked up to see who it was. Daichi had cleared his throat, and standing with him was Sugawara, Lev, Tsukishima, and Hinata.

“Oh my God, how long have you been standing there?” The Nekoma blocker whined as he blushed even harder, moving to cover his face with his hands.

“Long enough,” Sugawara began, “And as entertaining as that was, and as entertaining as that will make the next week, we need you guys to quiet down for tonight.”

Kuroo put his head down into the pillow next to him and let out a loud groan, as Bokuto apologized on his behalf. The group left, and Kuroo removed his head from the pillow.

“I’m going to kill you tomorrow,” A glare was sent Bokuto’s way, then towards Akaashi and Kenma, “I’m going to kill all three of you.”

They went to sleep after that, but Kuroo was definitely woken up with tickles, and Kuroo was definitely Mr. Mopey for a second time.

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