sliding into your dms ༄ t. kuroo

viii

kuroo was ten times more annoying in real life. but god did you love this dork.

he showed you around tokyo, taking the bullet train from place to place. you didn't understand why japan mostly used a train system. it was really confusing. kuroo thought it was funny. "why can't you guys just use cars?" you asked.

"because carbon dioxide."

"that's not a reason, smart ass."

"yes it is."

"no it's not."

"yes."

"no."

"yes."

"shut up you bottom."

"says the bottom."

"just because i'm slightly shorter than you does not mean i am the mom of the relationship."

"yes it does."

"i swear to god."

"love you too."

"hate your guts," you replied.

the rest of the train ride was silent until he spoke up, "give me a nickname."

"no."

"why not?"

"can i get one then?"

"hmm..how about bitch face?"

"beautiful." you said, rolling your eyes.

"i know right?" kuroo laughed, "here's another one."

"what is it?" you asked, intrigued, "because yours is volleyball loser."

"my future girlfriend." he answered.

your cheeks flushed, "that's just stupid."

"and why's that?"

"cause it should just be girlfriend," you replied, kissing his cheek.

oh damn. kuroo fell real hard.

"i cannot believe you're the one who popped the question."

"because i'm the husband in this relationship," you replied. "now do the damn dishes. in alphabetical order."

"babe, we're on a train."

"we're not dating yet, you haven't said yes, idiot." you said, hitting him in the side.

"okay, fine, fine, i, kuroo tetsuro, accept your offer to be your boyfriend."

"how formal," you snort, rolling your eyes.

"i'm glad we're dating."

"please don't say that on a bus, kuroo."