kuroast:

i’m so sorry to hear that, and trust me i’ve been there and ofc it’s going to hurt but you’ll fall again and hopefully it’ll be requited 😘💕 stay strong! i’m here if you need to talk~

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You twirled the alcoholic drink in your glass as you absentmindedly watched how the moon reflected upon it. In all fairness, while the fact that this field trip was the last one you were going to have with the volleyball team, a part of you was still shaken up after suspecting Kuroo fell for another. He didn’t admit to it himself, but doubt inflicts more damage than certainty ever could.

A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned into the chair that was positioned, in your ever so humble opinion, rather perfectly on the balcony; it allowed you an astounding view of the starry sky yet kept you hidden from the wind. With a single glance at what was going on back in the livingroom, you could barely suppress a smile at the sight of Kuroo massaging his temples in despair over the nonsense Lev was spewing.

It was the perfect picture; one you were certainly going to miss once you leave.

Mere seconds after, Kuroo’s eyes locked with yours, resulting in him breaking out in a smile. With a single eye roll at the first year, he got up and made his way towards you.

“I feel like a failing parent,” he commented, closing the balcony door behind himself before placing the beverage that he tried his best not to spill, on the table.

“Next time, use protection,” you winked before raising your glass towards him in a sarcastic manner. He matched your pace and took a sip himself, a smug grin gracing his lips at your taunting.

Comfortable silence followed in; truth be told, atfter the entire day with the team, not even Kuroo would complain about finally getting some peace and quiet.

“Do you realise this is goodbye?” he suddenly blurted out as he awaited your reaction— was he the only one dreading it?

“I prefer to think of it as an opportunity to think of all the good memories we’ve had— it might be a goodbye, but not forever. It’s just that this chapter of our life is over.”

The male quirked his brow quizzicaly, rotating so that he was turned towards you properly, “Deep conversations under the stars with accompanying alcohol? Sign me in.”

Through a stiffled laugh you shook your head at him and found yourself regretting it afterwards. Perhaps you had a sip too many and dizziness overcame you.

“That’s what I’m talking about; every trip we go on, we end up like this. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to drink on a balcony without a part of me hoping you’re going to follow suit.”

“One day, I might,” he added, trailing off. As he opened his mouth to continue, you beat him to it. Nine chances out of ten you were going to regret it— at that point, the alcohol was talking and you had nothing to do with it.

“Don’t get my hopes up like that. You always do that,” your tone changed and you could no longer maintain eye contact. Puzzled by the change in the atmosphere, the raven leaned in, prepared to offer you a shoulder for whatever you might need.

“I like you,” you blurted out, “And I know you don’t like me. And I’m trying so hard to get over you. I kept letting go, I kept convincing myself that I was ready to do so. At times I was. It’s you, though. I blame you. You’re the one who won’t leave no matter how many chances I give you. In a crowd you look for me, you never leave my side— you don’t even give me five minutes with my other friends. I mean, for fuck’s sake, you aren’t supposed to chase a girl through the field, blowing dandelions at her unless you like h—“

“I do.”

“W-what?” your voice cracked; at that very given moment, your heart was racing so lound that you could hear it, and most likely he could as well.

“Have you ever once thought that I was always by your side because I like you? Because I need you? Because I want you? Because I would choose your company over anyone else’s?” he continued, getting up from his seat so that he could face you properly, “Every time you brushed me off as just a friend, it hurt, but I was prepared for it if it meant staying by your side.”

“What about—“

“(Name), you said it yourself. A guy doesn’t chase a girl through a field, blowing dandelions at her unless he likes her.”

A moment of silence followed suit; you spent it staring at one another, whether in amazement or disbelief— perhaps even in wonder, as you marveled at the fact that you were blind despite your perfect sight.

So all it took, after countless nights of empty “what ifs” and daydreams, was a mere confession. Oh, the trouble you could have saved yourself from.

“Kuroo, you absolute idiot, kiss h-nhmp!” Lev was cut off by the hand of an exhasperated Kenma as he drew the curtains with the other, swiftly apologizing for the intrusion.

Previously unaware of their presence, the male’s cheeks burnt bright red as he took a step back, prepared to turn into a stuttering mess at any moment, only to have you pull him in for a kiss in the brief moment of drunken courage.

It was a short peck, for the height difference didn’t allow much else without the additional help of the flustered raven, but you beamed with happiness nonetheless.

“Say, what you want, but for once, he’s right,” you commented cheekily. Having the doubt and fear of rejection lifted from your shoulders, you found it in you to smile brightly with no regrets.

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And there it was, a short, happy ending for all of those who didn’t get theirs.

Awwww!!! I’ve missed your stuff! It’s always so good! I love that you call Kuroo a raven because as much as he’s a cat, a raven is a good description too and I love it!