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"Long time girlfriend of Tokyo volleyball player, Tetsurou Kuroo, left their apartment early in the morning with a bag. Is it splitsville for them?"
You rolled your eyes, laughing slightly as you read the article headline. The "early morning" was for your early meeting and your bag was filled with books that you were returning to the library, books that you wanted to throw at the person who wrote that.
This must have been the fifth article that you read this week about yourself and at first, you were annoyed or angry, but after a second, you always found it kind of funny. Where did these people get their ideas for stories? Did they just put them into a random prompt generator?
The only thing that you knew for certain was that someone was outside of your apartment taking photos which is a little unsettling. You'd have to remind Kuroo later, maybe see if the two of you could get a little extra security.
This was your home and you weren't going to let them take that away from you.
When you started dating Kuroo, you knew that he was a volleyball player for the Tokyo team, but you didn't expect for people to be invested in the player's lives or who they were dating. You didn't mind though, being with Kuroo was all that you could ask for, and if you had to live with people knowing who you are, then it was worth it.
Your head turned as you heard Kuroo coming through the front door. "Did you hear? We're heading for splitsville. I want the apartment. You can have everything else."
Kuroo laughed and sat beside you on the couch, picking up your legs and placing them on his lap. "I thought that we broke up 5 months ago? And I want the apartment."
"Nope," you smiled, "Apparently my bookbag holds all of my possessions and I'm leaving you. Why would I leave if I get the apartment? They should really think about that before they post these things. Maybe they should be more cautious of you leaving the apartment."
Kuroo patted your legs. "Please, I couldn't fit anything in one backpack. You've seen all my stuff." He gestured around the room where all of his trinkets were littered around, and then looked back at you, grabbing your hand. "You okay?"
You lead your head to the side, resting on a pillow. "Yeah. Are you? How was practise?"
"Tiring. My arms feel like they are going to fall off."
"Too bad," You sighed, "I like your arms."
Kuroo laughed. "But I get the day off tomorrow so we could do anything tonight?"
"Like going out to eat? I already put food in the oven."
Kuroo shook his head and leaned over to kiss you. "Something more along these lines."
You laughed kissing him back. "The food's going to burn."
"We'll get take out."
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You have been throwing up for the past week. Your throat felt raw every morning after breakfast and your morning ended with you on the bathroom floor and calling in sick to work.
"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?" Kuroo asked, putting on his shoes.
You slipped your feet into your own and stood up, keys in hand to lock the door behind the two of you. "You're already driving me there. I'll be fine, Kuroo, I've been to the doctor's office before alone and you went with me last week when they drew my blood"
"But you don't like going alone, even if I just sit in the waiting room" Kuroo frowned, opening the door. "And lucky I did because needles terrify you. You know my hand still hurts from how hard you squeezed it, like, I really thought it would be broken when you let go."
You laughed. "I think you would know if your hand was broken. As long as needles aren't involved then I'll be okay."
"Fine, but if you need me then call me. I'll always come."
You didn't have to sit in the waiting room for long, but you were nervous. You've never been called back when you had blood tested. Usually, they would send you a message from their service system to let you know that things were fine, but somehow you just knew things weren't fine this time.
You sat in the doctor's office for a bit though. You were too nervous to look at your phone because you already felt it buzz a couple of times and you knew that it was Kuroo asking how things were, so you looked around the room and read the posters on the walls.
There was a particularly interesting one about the policies of the office that you didn't know and one about the effects of food poisoning, which seemed kind of random, but you read it anyways. You were throwing up a lot, so maybe you had food poisoning and it was really bad that you needed medication or something, but the poster told you that food poisoning only lasted a day or two, so that wasn't it.
"Ms.(L/N)?"
You tore your eyes from the poster and to your doctor. "Yes? I'm dying right?"
Your doctor laughed and sat down behind his desk, placing a white box on it. "No, uhh, quite the opposite really."
"What's the opposite?"
"Congratulations, you're pregnant!" Your doctor said, smiling brightly at you brightly. He tapped on the white box in front of him. "These are prenatal vitamins that should last a week or so, but if you want more of them you'll have to go to a pharmacist."
You laughed. "I'm not pregnant."
The doctor's eyebrows shot up. "Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not."
"Ms. (L/N)...you are."
"Oh..."
"Are you okay?"
You sat up straighter in your chair and smiled, looking down at your stomach. "Yes? I think. I mean, I always wanted to have kids..."
"Do you need the front desk to call someone for you?" Your doctor suggested. You knew that he was alluding to Kuroo because he was the person you're usually with and he probably assumed that Kuroo was the father.
"No, it's okay," you stood up. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
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You went home and baked two dozen cookies. Kuroo called you a stress baker, but never opposed it because it meant that your apartment always smelt like sweets. Apartment. It would be a house soon wouldn't it? You and Kuroo could afford a house and you've always wanted a house when you had kids.
"I smell cookies!" Kuroo announced as he walked through the door. He kicked off his shoes, placing his bag near the door and walked over to the kitchen counter where a fresh batch of cookies sat. He grabbed one and took a bit. "They're good, but you only bake when you're stressed. How was the doctor?"
You turned to him, but continued to mix your brownie mix. "It was good. Nothing bad. And I bake regularly too! These are happy cookies."
"And what are you happy about?" He asked, taking another cookie.
"I'm pregnant."
You didn't look up as you said it because you didn't know where Kuroo would stand. You've been dating for five years and the topic never really came up, but last year he said something about having a family together. It's only now that you thought that it could've been a joke.
"Is it mine?"
You shot up at that. He didn't look too thrilled, which made you want to throw up the cookies that you ate before he came. "You think I'm cheating on you?"
He shook his head. "No! It's just.... You're pregnant."
"I am. That's what the doctor told me."
"What are you going to do with....it?"
You furrowed your eyebrows. "What am I going to do? Don't you mean we? It takes two people to make a human."
Kuroo stood up, an unreadable look on his face.
Your shoulders sank. "You don't want kids."
"I do," he said quickly. "I just don't want them now."
You blinked. "Not now? It's not like I can postpone it or something."
It was silent for a bit after that. You were looking at Kuroo, but he was looking at the ground. You were really scared in the moment. It was like time had stopped on you but you were still running.
You were frozen.
Kuroo started walking to the door. "I have a practice game tomorrow. You...You can have the apartment."
You walked out from behind the counter. "What? Are you breaking up with me? Kuroo?"
He grabbed his gym bag and shoes and said, "You can have the apartment."
Then he left.
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Kuroo hasn't gone back to the apartment to get his stuff yet. He's been meaning to though. It's only been a couple of days since his fight with you and he's been couch hopping. He's been keeping an eye on the media too, since you told him that there were people stalking the apartment, he made it a point to check it every once in a while to see if you were caught leaving the apartment.
You weren't.
"Kuroo! I need to talk with you," his coach said.
They lost their game and even though no one said it, everyone on his team could tell that he was off. He would miss easy set ups, spiked out of the lines and most of his serves hit the net. During the second set of the match, his coach gave him an odd look and switched him out, but Kuroo couldn't even bring himself to care. He barely watched the rest of the game, his eyes glued to the floor and his mind thinking about you.
"Yes?" He said, bringing the towel up to his forehead.
"What's going on? You've been off lately."
"I, uhh..." Kuroo said. He and his teammates were close enough to talk about their personal leaves in the locker rooms every now and then, but their coach never asked nor seemed to care. Kuroo was worried about his answer. He didn't want to lie, in fact he wanted to tell someone, he didn't mention it to his friends, who let him stay on their couches, but what if telling his coach meant that he would be benched for the rest of the season?
He already lost you and he didn't think he could take any more losses.
"You probably don't want to tell me," his coach started, before Kuroo could decide whether to lie or not. "But what you're going through affects this team, which affects me. The truth, please. I won't judge."
But people always do.
"My girlfriend," Kuroo said in a low voice. Practice was still going on and the sound of volleyballs smacking the floor drowned out their voices, but this wasn't something that Kuroo wanted other people to know. "She's pregnant and I broke up with her? Kind of? I left after she told me."
The coach's face hardened. He was definitely judging, but Kuroo didn't mind, he deserved the judgement.
"Is that something you want?" His coach let out slowly. "A kid?"
"At this moment, I don't know?" Kuroo said, leaning against the wall of the gym. "I've always wanted a future with her and a future like that, one where we would get married and all the things that come after that happened, I see kids. In our future, I see kids. I think I was scared...I didn't think that we would just skip all those steps."
His coach sighed. "Kuroo, I've had four kids and each time is scarier than the first. It's terrifying to bring someone into the world, but it's one of the most amazing things too. What you're feeling now, your girlfriend is probably just, maybe even more scared than that. Breaking up with her and leaving as soon as she told you? That might be a side effect of you being scared, but it doesn't mean it was right, it doesn't mean you leave her alone when she's scared. You love her right?"
Kuroo nodded. "But what if I got back and she doesn't want me anymore?"
"Then you offer what you can," his coach said, patting him on the shoulder, "and you accept the consequences for your actions."
Kuroo rubbed his eyes. "Can I be excused from the rest of practise?"
His coach gave him a sad smile. "In my mind, you're already out the door."
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Kuroo was breathless as he climbed the stairs to the apartment. He was still in his volleyball clothes with his keys clutched in his hand.
"(Y/N)?!"
The apartment was the same as he left it, the cookies were still on the table and the kitchen light on.
"(Y/N)! I'm really sorry. I want this kid. I want to spend the rest of my life with you if you'll let me. I'm so sorry. (Y/N)?"
No one answered back.
He rounded the corner and went to your bedroom. All of his stuff was still there, but your side of the room was empty.
Your clothes gone. Your books gone. Your pillow gone.
"(Y/N)?"
Kuroo slowly backed out of the room. Numbly, his footsteps brought him back to the kitchen and saw a piece of paper on the counter that he had overlooked.
You can have the apartment.
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As requested! There will be a second part too... I've never read something like this before...so I hope it's okay. Sorry that it's up a day late :( I'll try my best to be on time next, next week!!!!
To the requester: I changed the ending just a tad bit...I hope you're okay with that!!!
I hope you enjoyed!! - Kiwi
Posted: 15/05/2020