It’s not too detailed, it’s just right! Also maybe it would be better for yall to read this at the end of the year since New Year’s just passed lmao maybe that’s why this is so short
I don’t think there are any gender-specific pronouns here so tagging this as gender neutral
“There you are.”
The voice from behind me, however soft it may be, startles him among all the other noisier sounds from the party. Everything else is gradually becoming white noise, but your voice is like a cool breeze in a hot day, mint tea before bed. He smiles, quietly adoring your visage except for an equally quiet ‘hello’—he was feeling like he wanted to go home as soon as possible, but now that you are here, he wishes for the opposite.
“I’ve been wondering where you are,” you say, chuckling a little bit with embarrassment. Do you seem too eager to meet him? The last thing you want to do is scare him off. “Having a good time so far?”
He knows better than to lie at you—he considers you as someone close to him, so faking it will only earn him a look. Instead, he offers you another smile and a tired shrug. You pat him on his shoulders, as if supporting him to go on for a few more hours. Noticing the empty glass in his hand, you loosely hold on to his wrist.
“Want to get a drink?”
“Sure,” he replies, walking next to you as you make your way to the bar.
For the next hour Kuroko finds himself chattering with you, inhibitions lowered not just by the alcohol. He hasn’t gotten a lot of chances to see your eyes so upclose, so clear, for so long, and have them look back into his. It is not as if you are unwilling to stay longer; circumstances always found a way to interrupt, be it in the form of friends or foes. He wonders if any other person is vying for your attention right now, envying him, because he has felt like that before, and now that your eyes are on him, he is intoxicated.
You are laughing at one of his deadpan comments, casually and lightly pushing his arm. He watches you affectionately until the master of ceremony announces the last minute of the year, and the two of you share a look, a mix of excitement and surprise at the swift passage of time.
“Let’s move,” you say with a smile, your fingers enclose around his wrist once more, this time tighter than your touch before. He feels his stomach do a flip and he does not see a reason to lie to himself—he is nervous, happy, and ten other emotions mixed up into one.
The two of you quickly find a spot outside the venue, trapped in a sea of people, but Kuroko keeps a hand to your waist so that the two of you don’t get separated. You willingly lean against his arm and smile at him as you listen to the master of ceremony ramble on.
“This is my first time attending a New Year’s party,” you whisper, and he can feel the slightest of your breath on his neck, “it’s kind of exciting.”
“It is,” he replies, but you don’t know he is referring to the erratic beat of his heart.
Ten
“Kuroko-kun?”
He hums in response.
Nine
You look at him, anticipation apparent on your expression. He wordlessly urges you to go on.
Eight
“Can I ask you something?”
Seven
“Go ahead.”
Six
A beat of silence.
Five
“Will you kiss me?”
He tenses, eyes wide, and you think you have made the biggest mistake of trying to cross the line between friendship and romance. Before your dark thoughts could take hold of your mind entirely, the crowd counts down to one and the man in front of you leans down, pressing his soft lips against yours.
He drowns out everything around him: the cheers of ‘Happy New Year’, party poppers and confetti, and the whooshing of fireworks. He tastes you, sweet and addicting, but he pulls away after a small nip. You look like something out of a fairy tale book, as if a magic spell have been lifted from you, your eyes opening like you just woke up from a deep sleep.
The fireworks are deafening but beautiful, illuminating your face with an array of colors—purple, yellow, pink—and even in the dark and noise he can see you trying to bite back a smile.
“Can I ask one more question?”
He chuckles, intrigued. “Sure.”
“Will you kiss me again?”
A second after the word leaves your lips, he’s already pressing against you, deeper and bolder than before. The dance is slow but sensual with a quiet moan or two exchanged in between—mostly yours, though—and he gets progressively braver as the seconds tick in.
“Anything for you, ___________-san.”
Ooooooo!! You picked mine! And I love it! It’s so sweet and the count down was great! Thank you!!