——————————
CHAPTER 28
Kuroo Wants French F̶r̶i̶e̶s̶ Kiss
——————————
"Don't go... Don't leave me..."
You mumbled as you wrote those words in the panels. Your back was starting to ache since you've been sitting for a couple of hours, working on your doujinshi. Your phone was placed beside your drawing tablet, where a picture of Kuroo and Kenma was displayed, that you captured over a month ago.
The photo had Kuroo pinning Kenma against the wall, while the two were staring at each other's eyes. It was perfectly executed that it became really helpful as a reference, as well as the other pictures you took of them.
But something was missing. You needed an angle that you didn't have a reference of. You tried looking up on google, but you couldn't find the perfect one. Glancing behind you, your boyfriend was still lying on his bed with a book in his hands as he studied.
You stretched your arms up, then grabbing your phone and readying its camera. Standing up, you made your way to Kuroo.
"What's up?" Taking notice of you, he placed his book down and smiled. "Finished with your work?"
You didn't answer him and just crawled on the bed, surprising the male when you suddenly sat on his lower abdomen, straddling him with your legs.
"Wait, (Y/N)?!" His face reddened when you lifted his shirt up, exposing his abs. "Are you—"
The sound of repeated camera shutter cut him off, and that was when he noticed you had your phone on your hand, taking a picture of him. "Perfect!" You smiled and went back to your table.
"The heck? Did you just—" Kuroo frowned, massaging the side of his head as he sighed. "I feel betrayed."
You glanced at him with a teasing smile. "Sorry, I needed a reference. I'll make it up to you." The wink you gave him made him have wild ideas, which he forcefully dismissed as he went back to studying.
It's only been a month since you two have started officially dating, and it wasn't a surprising news to anyone at all. The only people who would probably be surprised upon knowing is your family. Your parents, to be exact. And that moment of truth was drawing near.
"Oh, right... My parents would be home for our family's Christmas party on December 15th." You stated, leaning back on your seat for a while. You rotated the swivel chair, now facing him. He was sitting up, a book still opened in his hands as he looked at you.
He knew what you were implying, and why you became visibly bothered. Once they come home, it would be the only chance for you to convince them to let you stay in Japan.
Kuroo stood up from his bed and walked towards you, then placing a hand on top of your head. "There's nothing to be afraid of." He smiled reassuringly.
"There's a lot of factors to be afraid of, but okay." You sighed. You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face on his torso. "As long as you're with me, I'll be fine." You added in a low voice. "So don't ever leave." The fact that you could say something so cheesy meant how comfortable you were with opening up to him.
Kuroo chuckled, "I'd never even think of doing that." He bent down and cupped your face, moving away a little as he planted a quick kiss on your forehead. "Don't worry about anything."
Before he could move away, you grabbed his cheeks, surprising him when you kissed him on the lips. It was only a quick, chaste kiss, before you turned around again and moved back to the desk to continue.
The Nekoma volleyball team had secured a spot as another one of Tokyo's representatives for the Nationals, along with Fukurodani and Itachiyama which were both also powerhouse schools. Given this, they had more reasons to practice more, but they also needed to take a day off. "So, the boys should be here any minute." Kuroo walked towards his closet and started rummaging for a change of clothes. "Will you be fine here? Or do you want me to cancel?"
"Hah? Why would you cancel your get together?" You frowned at him for a moment and went back to your drawing. "I have something I'm working on, so I'll be fine."
Staring at him, you bit on your lower lip as he took his tank top off, exposing his whole upper body. He's undeniably hot, and you didn't even try to hide the fact that you were looking at him as he changed into a t-shirt.
"Like what you see?" He smirked teasingly and winked. "I could show you more, if you'd like."
"Oh, sure." You scoffed playfully, rolling your eyes before turning your attention back to your drawing. "I was just studying male body structure."
The sound of doorbell echoed, and that was the sign that the members of the volleyball team have started to arrive, for their monthly hangout. Kuroo combed his hair, the effort being in vain as usual. He walked towards you, kissing your cheek before leaving his bedroom. After a few moments, you started to hear the familiar voices of the noisy juniors.
"Good. He's out." You smiled excitedly to yourself, picking up your bag from under the table. As you opened it, you took out the cans of beer that you brought from your fridge. It wasn't cold anymore, though.
———
It was already 7PM when the volleyball team decided to call it a day, considering they'll be resuming practice the next day.
Kenma had went home ahead, deciding not to wait for you to go home together since he still had a homework to do. Besides, you two literally lived in the house next door. When all the boys had left after making sure the living room was cleaned, Kuroo was finally able to go back to his room.
"Yo, (Y/N)." He pushed the door open, immediately seeing you still sitting on his swivel chair, your head resting on his study table. He thought you simply fell asleep, and a smile formed on his lips as he made his way towards you.
Alerted of his presence, you lifted your head up and smiled, forming a wave with your hand. "Welcome back." The way you greeted him made it seem like you two were living together, and the thought made his heart flutter.
"I'm back." He answered as he stopped beside you. "If you're sleepy, you could use my bed."
Your smile widened, and you lifted your arms up like a child seeking for a hug. "Carry me!" You giggled.
Kuroo frowned, not because he didn't like the request, in fact he liked it and your clinginess, but he frowned because he noticed something was different on your behavior. "Hey, you..." Still, he picked you up in bridal style, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, while snuggling your face in his chest.
That was when he noticed your scent. You reeked of beer, and he could tell that. Sighing exasperatedly, he looked at your desk, being confirmed of his speculation when he saw the cans underneath.
"You sure love drinking, don't you?" He was slightly irritated, but he wasn't really mad. He was just relieved you weren't running around wildly anymore.
"I love it!" You exclaimed, swinging your legs as you threw your hands on the air, making him almost lose his balance. "And I love Kuroo, too!"
His heart leaped, and he couldn't stop his smile from forming as he settled you down on his bed. You refused to let go of him, keeping your arms still around his neck as you stared at his eyes. "I really, really like your eyes." You uttered. "When I look at them, I feel like I'm looking at your soul."
Unlike before, you weren't that drunk, and were still aware of what you were doing, but your emotions became more open, as well as your thoughts. You were able to become more honest, and express your feelings through words.
"I like everything about you." He replied sincerely, adjusting himself to sit on his bed, his upper body twisted slightly and hovered over you. "And I'm sure you like everything about me too." He added jokingly and chuckled.
Kuroo playfully squeezed your cheeks, making you let go of him as you pulled his hands away. Straightening himself up, he laughed lightly. "Cute."
"Turn the lights off. I can't sleep." You whined.
Smirking teasingly, he bent down to your ear and whispered. "We might not be able to sleep if I turn them off."
"Don't joke about that when I'm drunk, I might make it true." You seriously uttered, covering your blushing face with your hands.
Kuroo's face heated up, but then he realized what you meant. You were being honest that you had those kind of desires too, but you weren't sure about it. He didn't want to give you another thing to regret in the future, he was afraid that it might make a repeat of things.
"B-But... I'm fine with a little... k-kissing." You shyly added, your hands still hiding your face.
"No way. You reek of alcohol."
"Hah?!"
Of course, he was only joking. He was holding himself back to respect your feelings. As he laughed, he placed a hand on your head, patting you like a child. "I don't want to kiss someone who smells like beer." He teased even more.
You huffed, sitting up with a glare. "Then push me away." Without warning, you pressed your lips against his, your hands clenching on either sides of his shoulders.
His eyes became wide at first, but he slowly closed them as he savored the feeling of your lips. He placed one hand behind your back as he pulled you close, while the other moved towards the back of your neck.
When you two parted, you looked at him victoriously through your half-lidded drunk gaze. "I thought you didn't want to—" You couldn't even finish when Kuroo kissed you again, thrusting his tongue inside your mouth that caused you to let out a mewl.
He could taste the alcohol from your mouth as he explored you with his tongue, your hands moving from his shoulder to the back of his head as you fisted on his unruly hair. Your body was already hot from the effect of the beer, but it suddenly became hotter.
When he parted away to let you breathe, your face was flushed and you couldn't keep your eyes off his. You both stared at each other, and it was only broken when he leaned to give you another quick, sweet kiss.
"I love you." He uttered against your lips, making you shudder from the sensation.
In a few weeks, you would be seeing your parents again. They'd surely leave a huge change in your life once they leave, but as you stared at the eyes of the man in front of you right now, you saw your world. You were determined not to let anything or anyone go against you and Kuroo.
——————————
To Be Continued
——————————