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eyes falling upon your frame, yuji breaks out into a smile, rushing over to you as he hugs you close and twirls you around, making you giggle like a little girl.
"i missed you." he mumbles into your neck, breathing you in.
you hum in agreement, pulling his face back to take in the sight, your hands slowly massaging through his hair, just the way he likes it.
you wish you could stay here forever. here, in his arms, you've never felt more at home. here, in his arms, you belong.
yuji must see something in your eyes, a flicker of that. because he wastes no time, pushing his lips onto yours with such a ferocity you almost let out a sob at the overwhelming feeling.
every touch of his starts like this. a burning in your core. and then it moves to your heart and you're so so warm. but his kisses? God, his kisses ignite every cell in your body to the point you feel you might explode. the only thing grounding you, the desire to kiss him back with everything you've got so he too feels what you feel. does he know of the effect he has on you? does your touch do the same to him as well?
you open your eyes, expecting to be met by his beautiful brown orbs, but you're back in your room now. the dark slowly engulfs you as you fight to keep hold of yuji.
you wish you could stay here forever. here, in his arms, you've never felt more at home. here, in his arms, you belong. only, there were no arms to hold you anymore. there's only an aching memory and a painful burning in your core that has your heart crying out.
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Itadori Yuuji is insecure of his hands. They're rough, dry, knuckles red with the surface of his skin cracked. Perhaps that's what being a sorcerer entails.
So he hides them, or to be precise, he used to. The pockets of his uniform used to be his best friends, hiding away the stories and memories of his heroic adventures between the signature blue fabric of his pants.
He used to hate the way his skin peeled, hesitant whenever he had to greet someone and shake their hand. So to say that he was terrified when you reached out for them during training one day would be an understatement.
He couldn't have predicted your actions; the two of you had been practicing one moment, and the next one - you were tracing the shape of his fingers, shortly intertwining them with your own.
"You know these hands have saved many lives, right?" you asked, your grip on them growing stronger.
"[name]-"
"I think they're beautiful, Yuu. They're strong. And the food you cook with them is the best I've ever tried."
"I don't think it's that good-"
"When I hold them like this, I feel like nothing could ever harm me in this world," you chuckled, moving your head to meet his widened eyes. "Does that sound weird?"
He shook his head no, surprised by how well you fit in his arms when he pulled you against him. "Thank you, [name]. Really."
Yuuji wants you to feel safe. He also really loves how you hold his rough hands close to your chest, silently leaving light pecks on his skin during the most intimate hours of the night. And he makes sure a single one doesn't go by without him knocking at your door, eager to hear the sweetest of words drip from your lips that also grew to be his favorite ointment.
It doesn't take too long for Itadori Yuuji's pulse to pick up its pace - he stops in his tracks the instant he sees your outstretched arms, figure illuminated by the mere source of light that is the fridge bulb in the middle of the dark kitchen. You idly rub at your eyes, the sight more than enough for him to forget about the half-empty jar of the strawberry jam he craved not too long ago.
"Hey," you yawn, dragging your feet across the floor. His eyes follow each of your movements, arm long forgotten in the packed fridge.
You chuckle, stopping right beside him. "Beware Yuuji, you may freeze a little in there."
He instantly retracts his hand, only noticing how cold it's become when it meets with the mild air surrounding him. It feels thicker too, he thinks, suddenly wishing his whole body could fit into that fridge. Maybe that way he'll manage to conceal everything his heart was threatening to spill, a flush adorning his features.
"Hungry?" he laughs.
"Mhm."
A moment passes, and then two. You stare at the shelves, and Itadori swears you've fallen asleep for a second before you abruptly face towards him, eyes droopy.
"Hey, Yuu?"
The weight in the pit of his stomach grows heavier at the use of his nickname. "Yeah?"
"Once I stayed up late with Nobara to watch the sunrise. We almost fell asleep, but I’m glad we didn’t."
He gulps. "Really?"
"Yeah," you say, turning your back to him as you walk away, searching for a glass in the cupboard. “We had a full view of it in the backyard, it’s very pretty."
After pondering for a second he concludes that it's the leftover adrenaline he got while watching that action movie with Megumi that makes him feel this way - simply invincible, like he could do anything.
Whatever the cause is - he's very grateful for it, because without it he would never be brave enough to say what he says next:
"I’d love to see it myself as well, [name]."
He thinks it's unfair how you chose to drink your water right after he stated that - he's impatient; he wanted to hear your answer right away. It's all too much for him, growing annoyed by the way the coldness of the machine before him makes him break a sweat. So he closes it.
He can't see you anymore, and he thinks it's for the better. With each step the takes towards the cramped sofa in the other corner of the room he imagines a new scenario, each following one that floods his mind worse than the previous.
He sits on the arm of the sofa, an oddly comfortable spot he always goes to for comfort. You, of course, know that.
The time that it takes for him to adjust to the dark is sufficient for you to walk over to where he sulks, head fallen low with shaky fingers in his lap.
He sighs, observing your slippers move before they come to a halt. He wishes this could be easier, worried that he's confusing you by his childish actions.
That train of thought leaves as soon as it comes to his mind when you reach for his hand, squeezing it tight as you prompt him to look up at you.
"You know, Yuu," you say, daring enough to stroke his hand with your thumb. "I actually wasn't hungry earlier. I just wanted to see you."
"How did you know I was here?"
You sigh. "I heard you watching that movie in Megumi's room-"
"Wait, did we wake you up?" he pulls you just a tad closer, and you hope it wasn't unintentional.
"Let me finish, okay?"
He nods, prompting you to continue.
"I was unable to sleep anyway," you stop, momentarily wondering whether you should disclose anything to him. "Honestly, the only thing I could think about is how I really wanted to watch the sunrise with you. So I heard someone walk out of Gumi's room and I assumed it was you."
And at that Yuuji smiles, his eyes forming those signature moon crescents that you inevitably fell for. "Seems like you were right."
You chuckle. “Indeed."
"You really followed me, though," he says, jumping down from the sofa. "I didn't know you had the stalker in you-"
You swat your free hand in the air, Yuuji's grip on your other growing stronger. "You know what, I'm getting kind of sleepy-"
He exhales. "So, the sunset! Pretty cool, huh?"
"You mean the sunrise," you snort, tugging him towards the hallway.
"Whatever. Doesn't matter," he mumbles, trailing behind you.
His voice is short of its typical loudness, the following confession barely leaving his lips.
"...Doesn’t really matter, as long as we get to do it together."
a/n: yes yes some CHEESY yuuji for the soul deal with it i just love him sm
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Summary: Kuroo hates the way he can never tell what’s on your mind (and also, you eat your cherries ridiculously slowly)
Genre: Fluff (childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining)
Word count: 1.8k
Porcelain plates now stained with chocolate are neatly tossed to the side, bearing the remnants of the croissants Kuroo treated the two of you with. Secluded in your favorite part of the park, you try to get one last whiff of the sweet pastry that you ate a little too quickly for your liking, making a mental note to pay that bakery another visit soon.
The final beams of sunlight graze your face as you observe the birds above you, hurrying to find a shelter before the rosy sky hues turn dark blue. You’ve missed their renowned song – the winter fell into a silence after their departure, sometimes too deafening when paired up with the freezing December cold.
Your field of vision is obstructed by a muscular arm reaching for the cherries in the bowl placed beside your head. You observe his Adam’s apple move as he swallows the fruit, eyes focused on the horizon sprawled in front of him. And then they suddenly shift to your figure, your head soundly placed in his lap.
“You okay?” he asks, thumb rubbing circles in your shoulder.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Dunno. You seemed lost in thought.”
You’re about to respond when his body abruptly shifts under yours, the motion prompting you to sit up straight. Kuroo’s hand flies to the back of his head, and you assume he’s received a hit to it.
That is shortly proven to be true when a distressed mother shouts after her son who you don’t even notice at first, standing a foot away from the two of you. His arms are folded behind his back, lips pouting as his eyes search for the ball he had previously been playing with.
Kuroo’s furrowed brows shift back to their original shape, face muscles relaxing as he takes in the sight of the kindergartener. The mother pants as she approaches the two of you, crouching down next to the child that you assumed wasn’t more than 5 years old.
“Hi, I’m very sorry to have caused-“
Kuroo swats his arms in the air. “It’s not a big deal really, didn’t even hurt.” He then smiles at the kid, extending his hand towards him. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kuroo.”
The kid buries his head in the crook of his mother’s neck as a response, refusing Kuroo’s handshake. She spots the ball and sends him off to pick it up, sighing deeply.
“He gets shy sometimes,” she chuckles, scratching her forehead.
Couple of more apologies and one goodbye later, the sun now long hidden and the moon greeting you (this time only one half of it), Kuroo wishes he could take a peek at your mind.
He knows that’s not possible, though, leaving him with the only option of staring at the side of your face, alluringly illuminated under the evening sky. Admiring the faint glint in your eyes, he sighs when he realizes he is about to go to bed with the same unanswered questions another night in a row.
Kuroo is too lost in the way his fingertips itch to sink themselves in your cheeks, his body starving for that addicting warmth of yours – the one he sensed once for the first time many years ago and never wanted to let go of again.
You turn your head around unreasonably quickly – he’s unprepared and so, so exposed. The look in his eyes is soft, way too soft for you to have a full view of it. He hasn’t said a word, but the faint burning in the pit of his stomach convinces him he’s spilled the most tender secrets of his.
“You know,” you begin, reaching for the bowl with cherries behind you. You chew painfully slow, he thinks, the time that it takes for you to swallow the cherry seeming like an eternity.
“That child from earlier,” you continue at last, fiddling with your hands in your lap. “He reminded me of myself when I was his age.”
Kuroo doesn’t know what he was hoping for, but your words do cause a change in his stance. “How so?”
And there you are, flashing him your signature smile one more time. The enigmatic one, the exact one that he’s been trying to decipher unceasingly.
The same one that causes him to miss serves in practice.
The one that keeps him from entering the world of his dreams at night, but also the one that makes him feel like he’s living the sweetest fantasies of his when he gets to see it up close.
“Just like the birds we watched earlier, the pink sky alerts everyone that it’s time to find a shelter for the night,” you glance at him, to which he nods, prompting you to continue. “My mom would always tell me to go straight home once the sky changed colors, and you know I always followed that rule.”
“Yeah, I remember going home and sulking during dinner because I didn’t get to spend more time with you.”
He mouths an ‘ouch!’ when you poke him in the ribs, clutching at his chest. “Dramatic much?” you chuckle, rubbing circles in his back.
“Anyway,” you continue, retracting your hand. “Sometimes I’d lose my toys just like that child from earlier did, but I wouldn’t have enough time to look for them. The street lights would already be turned on and I didn’t want the monsters to catch me.”
Kuroo lets out a hearty laugh. “Monsters? What monsters?”
You shift your eyes towards your hands, which he sees as a chance to inch closer, just enough for him to feel your shoulder against his.
“Dunno,” you say. “But I knew once I’d reach my mom’s arms that I was safe. She’d always nag at me for forgetting to wash my hands – when in reality I didn’t, I always remembered to do it. But I guess I craved that noise which served as an additional proof that I was secure between the four walls of my room, when the silence of the night was the loudest.”
“Well aren’t you a poetic one [name],” he teases, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
A hush descends between the two of you. Kuroo can feel his lips bruising as he chews on them, unsure whether to verbalize the words that could possibly hint at the desires he held close to his heart.
In the end he does it anyway. “It’s way past sunset now, though. So why,” his voice cracks, before he swiftly disguises it as a cough. Or at least he tries to. “Why aren’t you rushing to get home? What if as we speak, the monsters are actually coming to get you?”
It’s your turn to stare at his side profile now, your pulse forming an unsteady rhythm in your throat as you study the slope of his nose, unsure of what was about to come next.
A confession? Were you really ready to ruin a decade long friendship just because rather than playing catch with him you wanted to kiss his lips instead?
His question is silly, you aren’t that eight year old child anymore – the one who’d run away and leave their friends in the street the same instant the clock stroke seven-thirty.
It’s way past seven now, air breezy and short of any sunrays piercing through it, but not even the scariest monster in this world could make you budge from the tranquility surrounding you in this very moment.
It’s almost as if the thought of a life without Kuroo Tetsurou horrifies you more than anything else that’s out in the wild, waiting for you.
“That’s what I was wondering too”, you sigh. “It might be because you’re here.”
And just like that, your secret is disclosed; it’s a simple statement that makes your lungs feel lighter, the burden of having to bear it within your chest for so long now easing with every exhale you take.
He gulps. The arm around your shoulders seems to have become stiffer, too. He’s already close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek and all you wish for is to lean into his embrace, all of this talk turning your eyelids heavy.
“But I was there all those years ago as well. What changed?”
“Well, for starters, I was what, eight years old?” you scoff, meeting his eyes momentarily before you let your head fall on his chest, inhaling deeply. You have yearned for the scent of the fresh new leaves ever since they wilted last October. “I guess I wasn’t in love with you back then, Tetsu.”
It’s silent. You think it’s unfair – everything you’ve built over the years rapidly slipping through your fingers, just because of one sentence full of longing, anticipation. But then his arm travels down to wrap itself around your waist, the other one finding its way to the nape of your neck.
It’s not the first time he’s heard those words leave your mouth - his imagination has deceived him multiple times already. He’d wake up only to find himself clinging onto his pillow, providing enough heat to trick him into thinking it belonged to you.
However, your scent is way too real for everything to be fake this time around; it simply can’t be. The words he’s been longing to hear are there, the confession lingering in the air only for him and the trees around you to know.
All it takes now is for you to learn his answer, even though the way he’s pulling you into his body gives you an idea of what it might be.
“Do you know why I never went home before you did?” he asks.
“Mm. Why?” your voice is muffled by his hoodie, the vibration sending chills down his spine. He’s convinced now. This is truly his reality he’d always been wishing for.
“Because you were there,” he tilts his head, moving your chin so you can look up at him. He’s grinning, and if he didn’t just admit he was in love with you, you’d probably be now telling him how lame you thought he was. “I couldn’t understand it then, the way your presence made me feel at peace. I realized what it was only when we started high school. I didn’t want to say anything, though.”
“So?”
“So,” he says, his hand leaving your waist to join his other one on your face, lightly squishing your cheeks. “I’m very much in love with you, too.”
His gaze momentarily shifts to your lips, before it’s back on your eyes. “I really want to kiss you, [name].”
The entirety of your body heat accumulates in your face, and his fingers effortlessly melt against it, your body sinking into the grassy earth as if it’s sand.
“Do you?” you ask, your thumb grazing his bottom lip.
“Yes. Can I?”
You nod, and Kuroo swears his heart skips a beat. Hypnotized, he allows his eyes to flutter shut, ready to memorize all the various flavors you have to offer.
When finally he gets to savor your bare, delicate skin - sweeter than anything he has ever tasted before, it’s like the world stops for the both of you.
Or maybe you only drift to your own, each swipe of his tongue guiding you through a new route, the destination of which has yet to be discovered.
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