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Big, brown, eyes
Kuroo was tired. But then again, he was always tired. That’s why he had a car to drive to work, a nice air-conditioned sedan that the company had afforded him. He didn’t have to pay for gas even, and traffic wasn’t too bad, he’d make it there in twenty.
And yet, he’d decided to take the metro today.
Like an idiot.
The tall man stood in the crowded compartment, trying his best not to lean too far left or right onto any unsuspecting old lady, shooting apologetic looks every time his briefcase whacked somebody when the train stopped.
It had been a while since he took the train. It used to be a regular thing back in school and maybe he missed it- either way, he was regretting it now as he stared back at the digital sign.
Two more stops.
Dear god..
He very nearly groans out loud- but he’s got so much more patience than that. So he sighs quietly instead, barely noticing when the man enters through the doors and stands next to him. Kuroo gives him a cursory once-over.
Shorter than he is, strong by the looks of his arms.. pleasant face. He had a sling bag that bumped against Kuroo’s thigh when he stood close.
The man looks up at him, and it seems it takes him a few seconds to give a polite smile before he turns to the window and the city whizzing past them outside.
It was the longer than average look-over that got Tetsurou interested. His eyes were pretty, big and brown. It didn’t take him long to decide he wanted to look into them again.
A curious pair of gold regarded his face- the man who was paying close attention to the telecom tower they were passing by, but he couldn’t peruse for long- they were passing through a tunnel.
For some reason, this pleased Kuroo- a small little smile of satisfaction building on his lips.
Fuck that telecom tower.
It was so silly.. he was being silly. But he didn’t care, he’d look if he wanted to- in the dark, his gold eyes would take in as much as they could of his outline.
And he would look till they passed out of the tunnel, his eyes blatantly fixed on him as was evident in the bright sunlight. But color him surprised when he finds that those pair of chocolate were trained on him too.
It was barely a second that they met, before he looks outside again abruptly. Kuroo felt it, the little thrill of knowing he had been watched.
One more stop..
One more stop?
It had him sighing again, morose. His eyes suddenly losing their lustre, and zeroing in on the doors in front of them as he reflexively tightened his grip on the handle of his bag.
“Getting off?”
The man spoke, nodding as he enquired this simple thing of him.
“Mm-“, Kuroo nodded back- using this opportunity to the fullest, like the greedy, whorish man he knew himself to be. He doesn’t drop his gaze, an exchange that was supposed to be polite surely must’ve turned awkward by now. Several seconds ticked by, but the other man didn’t budge either.
“You..?”, he finally managed to say, something to make his behavior more civil- something to mask the fact that he really just wanted to look at his face, as long as he possibly could in this short, short frame of time.
He looked cornered, the poor guy. He probably thought he was some kind of creep, or looking for a fight- he simply shakes his head no- eyes still patient and pleasant as ever.
Kuroo’s done. It’s time to go, it’s time to leave his two-minute reprieve from his real life. His manner seems to change in seconds as the train comes to a stop- politely smiling and making his way through the crowd to the doors.
And just as they open- just as he steps outside, he hears a
“Have a nice day at work-“
His head turns so fast, so fast towards the voice- to see his face, and a smile. A soft little up-turn of his lips, and he barely catches it but those eyes are flicking ever so slightly lower, climbing back up- lingering on his face as the doors close… before the train takes him away down the line, to whichever mysterious land.
Kuroo stands there on the platform, unwilling to move for a while. Another big sigh.
As he walks to his office, his mind is spinning.
He’s.. a painter.
No, he’s a server in a café.
No, he’s a writer, he had a sling bag with some sheets peeking through it.
All day, he sits in his swivel chair, clicking away at his computer- and every so often he looks up like lightning struck him-
A script writer?
Maybe he wasn’t even on his way to work?
He takes the metro home, takes the same compartment- much emptier at this hour. No sign of him of course. He finds himself sinking in his seat, staring out the window, exhausted after the long day.
Maybe he was visiting his partner.
Maybe he was going to the airport..
At 8 am the next day, as Kuroo is brushing his teeth and watching the clock in his bedroom- he suddenly runs. What compels him, he doesn’t know- pulling his trousers on, his shirt buttons mismatched, his hair looking more dishevelled than was strictly normal. But he’s on the train again at 8:10 am, smiling apologetically at the old lady he saw yesterday and standing by the door.
He watches that door till the stop comes, watches it carefully.
Who’s to say it wasn’t a dentist’s appointment for fuck’s sake. Who’s to say he wouldn’t just get on a different train at 8:15 instead.
Who’s to say he wouldn’t climb into the compartment just next to his.
And yet, there he was- the same man, the same sling bag, and those big, brown eyes finding him as soon as he sets foot on the train.
What a rush, what a mad fix this was turning out to be.
Kuroo’s mouth was hanging open a little, marvelling perhaps, at his sheer luck.
“Were you.. expecting me?”, the man says with a warm little chuckle. Warm enough to melt ice he’d reckon.
“No.. actually..”, he manages to choke out, looking embarrassed as hell. “Hoping.. more like it-“
Trust him to say something stupidly bold like that as he looks back at his face.
The man gives him a shy face, another chuckle, and a flutter of his eyes- before turning them to the window again.
That damn.. telecom tower..
“Work sucks huh?”
“Oh yeah.. sucks the life out of me-“
The tunnel was coming. He couldn’t wait, he could hardly contain himself when the compartment got dark- the pair of gold flitting over his form, his face, the outline of his hair, like a thief stealing his keep in the dark.
Seconds later, light floods back in to reveal his dark brown eyes doing much the same- bolder today than yesterday as they fall over his shoulders, then climb back up his neck and his chin.
It was such a mad feeling this, to be watched by this man. To want to be watched by him. He didn’t know who he was, his name, or where he came from. All he knew was that every time he glanced away from him, Kuroo felt this fiery urge to capture his gaze again.
He hoped now, that he couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
One more stop.
One more stop?
Well crap, he was sinking again. He didn’t want to go- did he have to go, couldn’t he just ride this train longer, stand in this slowly shrinking space between him and this man,
just a little longer.
“Getting off?”
Why did he ask. Why did he have to look at him with those big brown eyes and ask, like he had a choice.
“Mm yeah-“, he answers, looking at his feet, a dog who didn’t want to be done with his walk for the day, didn’t want to admit that it was ending.
Kuroo looks up as the train comes to a stop, exhaling slowly, fingers clenching tighter on his bag. There’s a lump in his throat as he desperately wills himself not to give himself away, failing miserably with a ‘See you tomorrow?’
He holds his gaze, waiting to see him falter- expecting him to give him an awkward little smile and sever his ridiculous new obsession right away.
“Yeah.. same compartment?”, he answers casually, nodding at him like it was a business deal they’d just agreed to.
Kuroo nods back hurriedly- eyes widening just a little at what had passed, he steps out the doors and onto the platform- turns around to catch his gaze.
And he smiles, this man, right up to his big, beautiful brown eyes, “Have a nice day..”
The train carries him away, pulling Kuroo’s neck in a long, slow swivel as he watches it go- his heart banging obscenely against his chest.
The next day, and the next, Kuroo runs to the platform, takes that compartment and waits in his spot. For his brown-eyed man. And he comes, as promised, giving him a little smile which grows bigger as the days go by.
Names are exchanged. Sawamura Daichi, who likes to take the train instead of driving to work, who likes to stop where he can get the best breakfast bagel in town and walk the rest of the way to his office, who has a pet raccoon called Meimei, and who has Kuroo’s heart in a buttery, warm vice every time he looks back at him..
with his big, brown eyes.
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Day 1: Tattoo artist and flower shop au @kurodai-week
That moment when you go get some inspiration at the flower shop (as well as to buy a succulent to decorate your workplace) and gets unexpectedly lovestruck with one of the employees.
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KurodaiWeek - Sound/Silence
Dorks listening to The Sound of Silence.
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Day 1 of KuroDai week 2020!!!! @kurodai-week
Day 1 - Earth/Sky!
I decided to do a comic type thing spread out over the seven days so it will be one flowing story that kinda hits on the prompts!!
It’s all planned out so should hopefully be done on time 😬
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Natural Harmonics
KuroDai Week 2020
May 8th, Day One : Sound / Silence
AO3
Daichi stood in his kitchen, a warm cup of tea clasped in his hands and pressed carefully against his chest to keep it steady as he stared blankly into his living room. Therapy always made him exhausted but he knew if he took a nap he’d be up all night. He thought about watching a movie or reading a book but quickly dismissed those ideas. He focused on the plain black guitar case leaning innocently against his couch.
Music had always been a driving force in Daichi’s life. His mother had been a famous cellist and his father a sound technician, it was how they met. His younger brother was currently getting his degree in audio engineering and his sister was going into music education, though she had played various percussion pieces the majority of her life. There had always been music in the Sawamura household, it was as if none of them could abide silence.
Daichi had been just like them before the accident.
The apartment was small, it only took Daichi a couple steps until he was in front of the guitar case. Daichi had never played the guitar before and that, his therapist had pointed out, was the point of handing over the old beaten up thing. There were no memories attached to it, good or bad. No expectations that Daichi should be able to play at any level besides novice.
Daichi put down his mug and stretched his fingers, felt the skin pull awkward as it had been for nearly a year. He would most likely never get full range of motion back and it was something Daichi had forced himself to accept, or at least he thought he did. His therapist had other ideas considering the violin case Daichi kept buried in his closet.
There was no one to judge Daichi as he carefully set the guitar down on his couch, hand trembling due to nerve damage and not actual nerves, though Daichi had plenty of those too. He opened it up and looked at the worn but well cared for acoustic guitar. There was nothing to make it stand out, a cheap find at a local thrift store his therapist had told him. It was so unassuming that it eased something within Daichi, allowing him to settle in front of the couch and place the guitar on his legs, trying to find the most comfortable position.
Daichi strummed the strings, wincing at the sound it produced. He couldn’t help but wonder if his therapist had purposefully put it out of tune and didn’t really put it past her. He could have probably tuned it himself but he searched through a couple videos before pausing on one particular one, watching it play through without really absorbing any of the information.
The man in the video was so different than any of the instructors Daichi had ever had, completely different than any of his classically trained friends or the people his parents knew from the industry. The tattoos were the first blatantly different thing, half hidden by the gray sweater but the sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, revealing two tattooed forearms. His left arm was completely monochromatic, full of realistic-looking pieces that flowed naturally from one to the other. His right arm was full of color, the ink looked like watercolor to Daichi’s untrained eye. There were even tattoos peaking up above the collar of the sweater, curving onto the man's neck. Two piercings below his bottom lip finished off the look and Daichi was not disappointed that the camera was aimed down, not revealing above the man's lips.
He was a good instructor, nothing like the instructors Daichi had who had always been strict and temperamental, demanding Daichi’s very best. This tattooed man didn’t expect the best, he accepted failures and mishaps, talked about his own struggles while he casually guided the viewer through tuning a guitar. He had a dry sarcasm that made Daichi's lips curled up in a smile and without really meaning to Daichi found himself watching more videos.
Daichi learned several things while watching several videos from the same tattooed man, though not all of them had to do with playing a guitar. His name was Kuroo Tetsurou, he had been making videos for several years, his roommate Bokuto Koutarou made several key appearances, they played in a band together, and he had the sweetest fluffy white, blind dog that loved nothing more than to curl up next to him as he taught his audience various chord progressions.
“How many marshmallows do you think I can fit in my mouth?” Koutarou asked from somewhere off camera, causing Tetsurou to laugh even as his long fingers never stopped playing the simple melody he was teaching his audience. “Hey siri, what’s the world record for marshmallow mouth.”
“Marshmallow mouth.” Tetsurou cackled, the sound a bit ugly but somehow inviting. Daichi found himself smiling as he looked down at his own fingers on the neck of the guitar, making sure they were positioned correctly.
“Shut up I don’t-”
“Looking for nearby marshland.” Siri’s robotic voice spoke up, making Tetsurou laugh harder.
“No, siri, how many marshmallows is the world record!” Koutarou shouted.
“I have found five places to buy marshmallows near you.” Tetsurou covered his face as Koutarou continued to yell at his phone in the background.
Daichi’s hands ache in a good way once he puts the guitar down to satisfy his grumbling stomach by making ramen. The silence of his apartment no longer seems as daunting when he lets Tetsurou’s videos play on while tossing food into a pot. And if he clicks on the tattooed man's other social media while his food cooks that is no one's business but his own.
There’s plenty of pictures of Emi, the white dog who never seems to be too far from her owner, and Daichi happily uses his old account that he hasn’t posted on since before the accident to flip through the pictures. There’s a lot of pictures of the band Tetsurou talks about and a handful of the man himself.
There’s a post for an upcoming show at a bar in the city. Daichi clicks on the link as he waits for his food to cool down in his bowl. He buys a couple tickets without really thinking it through. It’s not until the end of the month and he has plenty of time to overthink his impulsive actions but right at that moment all he can think about is the tattooed man with the crooked smile who gave him a small sliver of music back.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi
Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou, Sawamura Daichi, Bokuto Koutarou
Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, and they were ROOMMATES, Alternate Universe - College/University, kurodai week 2020, day 2: night
Summary:
Five times Kuroo Tetsurou almost gives himself away, and one time Sawamura Daichi does.
#kurodaiweek2020#kurodai#kurodaiweek#why is ao3 being weird#i think the link works tho#kurodai week day 2#kuroo tetsurou#sawamura daichi
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Dusk & Dawn
KuroDai | G | 1.8K | Mutual Pining, Crushes, Love Confessions
For Day 4 of @kurodai-week 2020: Dark/Light
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Kenma folds his arms across his chest, though his expression remains unchanged. “Then, why exactly are you so flustered?”
The pressure of keeping his secret has been taking on a toll on him and he doesn’t know if he could keep it in any longer.
“All right, fine, I’ll say it.” Kuroo takes a deep breath and braces himself for it. “I like Karasuno’s Captain.”
Read on AO3.
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KuroDai week 2020
Day1:Earth/Sky
—¿Realmente estuvimos bajo el mismo cielo, Daichi?— se pregunta mientras observa las estrellas en el cielo de verano, lejos del bullicioso y la contaminación de la ciudad— porque siento que me mentiste, tantas veces...— mientras da vueltas en el dedo el anillo que tuvo su esposo, recientemente fallecido— tú estás allá arriba mientras yo digo desmoronandome aquí abajo...
Basada en Same Sky by SiM
@kurodai-week
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So, Day 4: Dark/ Light. I'm a day behind but I"ll definitely finish this.
With only one day left, Daichi starts to wonder how their life will be once they go back to normal.
@kurodai-week
#haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsurou#fanfic#kurodai#sawamura daichi#kuroo x daichi#kurodaiweek2020#kurodaiweek#day 4: dark/light
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had to do something quick for @kurodai-week so have some FMA military police kurodai which vaguely fits the prompt “police au.”
yes, they are absolutely violating several rules of conduct. Do not tell the Colonel.
#kurodaiweek#kurodaiweek2019#kurodai#kuroo tetsurou#sawamura daichi#fma au#haikyuu!!#sketchbook#they were definitely making out in a nice closet in the military police headquarters and got interrupted#tsk tsk u guys
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Kurodai AU Chapter 2: Lover Bear
The wolf didn’t wake till afternoon, the light looking much like he’d left it when he’d fallen asleep. Time seemed to be evading him.
Maybe he was dead after all.
Kuroo looked down at his legs- breathing seemed to be easier to manage today, but he could still barely move a muscle without wincing in pain. And his legs were heavier than stone. Before he could fully look around him, a shape loomed over him, giving him a start. Two fluffy round ears, and a curious snuffle from the snout over the man’s hair, which tickled him, making him laugh softly.
“Hey little cub”, he crooned softly at the bear-cub who was clearly very curious about the stranger. He raised his arms up above his head to give him soft scratches behind the ears. And instantly, the little guy was won over.
The cub was settling his head down in the crook of his neck, sniffing at his body and nuzzling close. Kuroo smiled at the welcome he was receiving, petting and caressing his new friend- when two more arrived, both just as curious as their brother- taking turns sniffing around his legs and coming closer for cuddles.
He was more than happy to oblige, giving everyone pats and scratches, a big grin on his face.
“O h man..”, came the familiar voice from behind him, causing Kuroo to look up- an adorable sight, surrounded by three bear cubs who had nestled into his various crevices and made home there.
He grinned at his benefactor, “I made friends!”
“Mhm- alright guys come on, it’s like a furnace in here, give him some room-“, the brown haired fellow sat down, shooing the cubs away with paternal patience. The cubs relented, standing a little ways away, but not fully leaving- choosing to butt their heads into him instead.
Warm laughter filled the cave, his eyes crinkling with joy as he shoved at the cubs playfully, “I’m busy! Quit playing-“, he smiled and grabbed at the faces that shoved into his sides. His hand seemed to have healed well enough overnight. It was cleaned and stitched up, looking much better than it had yesterday.
Kuroo watched him bring out that shell filled with the salve again- and still plagued by the cubs who sniffed at it curiously, he came closer, rubbing the stuff on both his hands and setting his palms down on his chest.
“How are you feeling today”, he directed at the wolf, patient, doting eyes on him.
“Good..” Kuroo seemed at a loss for words, having spent the last few minutes simply staring at the other, his smile, his eyes, his strong arms- his chest now uncovered by any furs in the warmth of the day. And it seemed he was mighty distracted.
“Good? Like you can walk out of here good or ‘you can’t feel your legs at all so I might as well cut them off’- good”
Look at that smirk on his handsome face. What a cheeky bear.
“I’m better, thank you- the salve did help, don’t think I have a fever anymore..”, he said with some patience, a brow raised towards the man who was now busy rubbing down his torso.
Oh, he’d reached his hips already. There it was again, that unbelievable surge of heat down to his-
“Yeah your color seems to be returning- I think you should be able to sit up tomorrow, but we’ll take it easy anyway-“
His hands had come back up to get his back, fingers following his spine down to his tailbone again. Kuroo had to close his eyes for fear they might roll upwards- his chest expanding less painfully now as he took in deep breaths.
But it was over within seconds. Far too short this time round.
Gold eyes followed him as he reached for a sack and brought from inside a fist full of pretty purple rocks- a beautiful shine to them, unlike any gemstone he’d ever seen. He watched as the man carefully set them down on his body one by one, following a line down his sternum to his belly, and down his two legs using the sticky consistency of the salve to hold them in place.
“They’re beautiful..”, he said, his eyes flicking up to his face as he finished up his work for the day.
“Aren’t they..”, a smile on his face as he put them away. The cubs had been deterred for only a little as they watched their older brother do important work. But they were at it again, sniffing at Kuroo’s body curiously. One even managed to lick at the sticky goop when the bear man caught him- “H ey stop that- get out of here, all of you”, he used that stern papa bear voice, too familiar to them no doubt. It was enough to have them pitter pattering out of the cave- the last one stumbling with his tongue hanging open and grunting from the sting of the medicine.
“Cute kids..”, the wolf said to him in the fondest tone he’d used thus far. “Are they yours?”, he asked him curiously.
The other shook his head no, looking just a little perturbed at the question. Kuroo had to, had to probe more, he wanted to know. “That was your mate right? The one I was hunting-“
“No.. she’s not- they’re her cubs and I take care of them sometimes but, she’s not my mate-“, his voice was weighed down by something he couldn’t quite decipher. But it would sate his curiosity for now.
And with that, he was standing up to go-
“O i where you going-“, he protested, raising himself up on his elbows to crane his neck back towards him- and then instantly regretting it as the pain shot through his torso.
“Hey hey relax- just going down fishing, I was gone all day for the crystals, I need to see my family and cool off with them for a bit-“, he came closer, putting a calming hand on his shoulder to lay him back down. Kuroo looked up at him, upside down now as he watched his face. A playful little pout on his lips when he asks, “Well what if I need you..”
His brown eyes must’ve widened, just a little. They quickly darted away, an awkward smile on his face, he tried to brush it off. But Kuroo wasn’t letting up, “I mean, what if I’m in pain and I need that salve again..”
“You’re good for at least half a day now..”, he said to him with more patience than he should’ve- a softened look on his face as he stood up again. But he didn’t leave, looking back out at the cave entrance towards the cubs who were hanging nearby.
“Okay, it’s time I taught you some signs then huh-“, he kneeled down again and scooted closer to Kuroo- giving him a face full of his gleaming chest in the last faint rays of sundown.
Heaven.. heaven on earth..
“You listening?”
“Yeah yeah- let’s learn some bear then-“, his eyes snapped up from their guilty pleasure to his face, showing him he was paying attention. The man leaned lower, his face level with the wolf’s.
And it made his heart stop.
The bear huffed through his nose at him, one, two, three times. Simple enough to replicate, though he wasn’t sure if his body language would be correct for bears, Kuroo mimicked him, tipping his nose up towards his and following along.
“No-“, he put his fingers on his chin, directing it back down. It wasn’t easy to focus now, and he wasn’t quite sure why- Kuroo wasn’t one to shy away from physical touch, he quite enjoyed it, and a little touch to his face shouldn’t have had his adam’s apple bobbing nervously like it did.
He tried again, three little huffs, keeping his nose level with his this time. This seemed to be more correct, granting him a smile and unfortunately, the leave of his fingers from his face. “You got it, just do that to any of the cubs, they’ll come get me-“, he said with some satisfaction as he got up one final time and turned to leave.
“What does it mean-“
The bear man turned back, casually stating to him as he draped the furs over the wolf’s lower body, “Find my lover”
Lover.
Lover?
Lover..?
The color rising in his cheeks was unmistakable as he tried to make sense of what he’d just said, blinking stupidly at him and completely speechless.
He seemed to understand the confusion a little late, giving him an airy laugh, “It’s the same word for caregiver”, he said as he offered him a smile and what was a hint of playfulness in his eyes. He found him amusing at least, and not a pain, the thought left Kuroo smiling wider as he left the cave.
His lover.
A big sigh left his lips as he closed his eyes now, waiting for nightfall to come and for his lover to return. It was painfully boring in this cave, and the cubs weren’t around for him to entertain either. Not to mention the talk of lovers having ignited something in him that he found an absolute annoyance, given the state of his body at the moment.
After what seemed like hours, he looked around the dark of the cave, and sensed nothing nearby. He cast his eyes down at the furs draped over his hips. Would his hips even work again.. The though of such a tragedy brought a small groan from his lips. It should’ve been the least of his worries, but he was after all, a mortal man, of the flesh and all that. It had been.. a painfully long time since he’d last-
But then footsteps approached- familiar ones.
His lover was home.
Kuroo looked up to see him, his gold eyed glinting in the dark and seeing him clear as day. He had a.. giant fish in his mouth. And he looked happy, his hair dripping wet, as was the rest of his body.
Oh no.
“You need to eat! Come on! We got a great haul today, oh boy oh boy-“ he said, plopping the fish down in his lap as he crossed his legs and took a seat on the ground. He ripped out some of the flesh and offered it to him with his hand-
Kuroo stared back and shook his head, “I’m not.. a fish person..”, he said weakly, feeling his stomach turn at the sight.
“Eh? What do you eat then? Berries? We have some but you need meat in you if you want your legs back-“, he looked at him, the most adorably perplexed expression on his face as he tilted his head at him.
“No I- I don’t eat them raw..”, he said with a sheepish look on his face.
Cue a much more surprised, even scandalised look on the bear man’s face.
“You don’t.. eat.. your meat.. r a w??”
Kuroo can’t help but laugh at him then, clutching at his ribs for the ache it caused. He shook his head at him softly, “I cook it before I eat.. it’s just better for my body, I lived more around humankind than wolfkind.. just used to it like that”
“Oh..”, he said now, and Kuroo could’ve sworn he saw his phantom bear ears droop a little. The very idea of.. cooking.. his fish.. seemed to depress the poor fellow. But he perked up soon after, swiveling around to find something. He rustled around back there and brought forth a few twigs, and smooth looking stones.
And then he set about, doing something like clicking the stones together. Minutes passed as he concentrated on his task, while the wolf watched, a big, indulgent smile on his face as he looked up at him from time to time.
“..with all due respect.. lover bear, what are you doing”
The man looked at his face, eyes wide, his jaw tense. He didn’t seem to want to comment on the nickname just yet, though he’d heard it alright. “I’m making a fire.. this is.. how the humans.. do it..”, his voice trailed off when Kuroo seemed to not be impressed.
“No..?”
Shaking his head at him, “No”, he answered and took one stone from him- wincing as he raised himself up on one elbow.
“Hold that in place-“, he reached for the fur at his hips with his other hand, gathering some of the loose furs on it and brought it back around to use as kindling- then struck hard at the rock in his hand. It took him a few tries but the warmth in that cave was kind enough to let the spark catch the fur- which Kuroo diligently blew at and fed little twigs.
He settled back down when it seemed to grow, feeding more twigs to it till it was blazing as big as his fist at the centre of the cave.
The other man seemed to be mesmerized by it, watching the flames dance in place, feeding it dry leaves from time to time. The gold and orange light flickered over their faces as they exchanged happy glances with each other. He held a stick of fish meat over the flame, turning it after a few minutes, while Kuroo watched him, happy enough to do just that.
And then he came to him, stick in hand. He blew on each piece, pulled it off its skewer and held it to his mouth for the wolf to eat. And he did, chewing hungrily. He hadn’t eaten in more than a day now, he just realized.
When he’d had his fill for the time being, he looked up at him with interest. “Do bears feed each other..”
The question got him raising a brow at him, “Yeah we feed our cubs.. what, you want me to chew up your meat and feed it to you like you’re a 1 month old?”
Kuroo sours a little, turning his nose up at him and looking up at the tall ceiling, illuminated by the light of the fire. “..wolves feed each other all the time.. don’t have to be a pup to get it”
The bear man could sense something in his voice, something wistful, longing. It wasn’t a happy look on his face. So he tried to change the subject, huffing slightly, then in an amused tone, “That’s another thing- don’t even try to change here- I’m warning you, you do so much as yip like a wolf and I won’t be able to protect you-“
He crossed his arms across his chest as he continued on firmly, “The only reason they’re letting you stay here is cause of me- but if you seem like a threat to the cubs, I won’t be able to stop them from ripping you apart.”
“Mm mm.. got it”, Kuroo answered with a small smile his way.
But he didn’t stop there, smiling at the floor as his brown orbs twinkled. “Not sure how they’re overlooking that stench though”. When he looked up, he saw a disgruntled looking wolf man, an unamused look on his face. He looked like he wanted to bark at him right then and there.
He laughed again, chortling at his reaction, “You have the pride of a wolf.. that’s for sure, but not much else I gotta say-“, he groans as he shakes his head, “They’re so noisy when they play, just loud and obnoxious- o h and the howling at the moon, hell on earth, what a racket”
Yet again, this was cause for Kuroo to raise his nose at him, taking a deep breath to pace himself, till a smile grew on his lips. A dreamy look on his face as his eyes seemed to get lost in his memories. “Ahh.. but the moon’s so pretty, you can’t help but sing to it..”
The other man looked at him, scooting a tad bit closer, and raising a single brow at his words, “You.. sing to pretty things?”
The wolf man’s eyes darted back to his face, lolling his head towards him now with infallible confidence, “Why, you interested?”
This confused him, though there was a little gnawing sensation at the back of his head. The bear ventured further, against his instinct,
“In.. singing?”
“In me singing to you- I can’t see the moon from here- you’re a pretty bear, might just howl at you one of these days..”, words spoken without hesitation as he looked into his eyes, an annoyingly charming smirk on his lips that was begging to be wiped off.
He couldn’t help but blush when he said it all, and that’s what had him scoffing- laughing, disbelievingly, or perhaps just to distract himself from the near-hungry look in this man’s eyes.
“Tell me this- is talking like a jerk just YOUR thing or is it just a wolf dialect-“, he shoots back at him now, thin lipped smile in place to control his face from erupting in color again.
That definitely knocked him down a peg, stopping him in his tracks. Kuroo’s mouth was opened now, in a little scoff of his own, before he resumed that disgustingly smooth smile of his, “Tell me this! Is fondling your patient just YOUR thing or it just the magic of bear fingers-“
“FONDLING! H AH-“ he shook his head with some outrage at him, “You need to learn to keep your mouth shut, I’m not f o ndling you, I’m healing you, you ungrateful little-”
But before he could finish his sentence, the wolf man was transformed in his affect- stretching his sinewy, muscular arms above him, his smile flashing as he presents his neck to him like a dog in heat, “Mmm healing me alright.. in more ways than one”
Those eyes bore into him, watching him for a reaction, crafty and ready to pounce at any opening.
And he felt the heat climbing down his body, flickering like the light in the cave, threatening to reach its destination.
That was his cue to leave.
The bear man stood up, grateful for the heavy fur he had draped around his middle, “Alright wise-ass, get some sleep”, he said with obvious bitterness lacing his words as his face steeled itself against any more unruly attacks from this jackass.
“H ahhh don’t leave now, come on, I was teasing..”
It was almost laughable how needy he sounded, but the fact that it was working like tendrils tying his feet to the ground- that wasn’t very funny at all, he thought. The bear swallowed slowly, determined not to give him another word- not another word for him to twist around and use against him.
“Won’t you spend the night with me..?”
Silence. Deep breaths to calm himself, and to fix a testy gaze on the man at his feet, who still seemed to be holding back a laugh.
“Hey it’s been a while since you put that stuff on me, I might hurt at night..”
Was there anything this guy wouldn’t do to get him to stay. And what if he knew that he’d won before he’d even tried. What then.
The man sat back down heavily, reaching for some furs and laid them down- f ar from his side, the sign of a clear boundary. Which again got Kuroo chuckling to himself quietly as he watched him.
He put out the fire with impatience covering it with hide, and in the darkness lay down on his fur.
Deadly silence.
“Hey uh.. what’s your name.. I forgot to ask..”
Nothing. He was going to give him absolutely nothing.
“..do I just call you my lover then?”
“Daichi- my name’s Daichi..”
Kuroo turned his head towards him in the dark, the smile on his face gleaming bright at the neat trick he’d just pulled.
“What’s yours..”
“Tetsurou”, he answered with a softer smile his way.
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kurodai week day 4: office au
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The hardwood is cold under his bare feet when he stands. He turns to carefully adjust the blankets around his partner, making sure he’s fully covered before heading out of the bedroom. His guitar is on the stand in the living room where he’d left it the evening before. It calls out to him, and it’s in his hands before he quite agrees to picking it up.
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written for @kurodai-week day 3: sound/silence
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Days 2-4 of KuroDai week 2020 @kurodai-week
Prompts - day/night, sound/silence dark/light!
I’m posting these all together since I wasn’t feeling too great over these last few days! But the last three should be up on time!
These are all one continuous story so make sure to check out part one on my page 😬
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