— it’s been five years since you had last seen, spoken to and broken up with kuroo tetsurou. you knew you would have to face him again one day, but you didn’t expect it to be like this.
PAIRINGS: Kuroo Tetsurou x gn!Reader, Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji, (implied) Tsukishima Kei x Yamaguchi Tadashi, (implied) Kozume Kenma x Hinata Shoyo
WARNINGS: alcohol, drinking too much, angst, emotional vulnerability
A/N: so i had a dream where kuroo was my ex and circumstances had us sleeping in the same bed and it lived in my head rent free all goddamn day and would not leave me alone. i had to explore the idea and now im invested in the entire au lmao
thank you to @shinsou-lovin-hours-anon and @samanthaa-leanne for being my betas 🥺 ily guys so much
tags: @finnydraws @peteunderoos @lowermoons @deestielluv @angyboibakugo @carmomo18
You’re standing in the kitchen, laughing at Akaashi’s retelling of the latest misadventure featuring Bokuto Koutarou. Your hand is halfway in the fridge, rummaging for a new beer, when you hear a voice you hadn’t heard in years, but a voice you would never not recognise. He cheerfully announces his presence at the front entrance, no doubt toeing off his shoes as he hollers for Bokuto. You can’t be sure since you pointedly do not look his way. He hasn’t noticed you, half crouched in the fridge, though he hasn’t noticed Akaashi, either. He only has eyes for the birthday boy.
Of course, you knew he was going to be here. He was Bokuto’s best friend, it would have been ridiculous of you to hope otherwise. You decide to grab two beers for your efforts, maintaining your composure, prompting Akaashi to continue his tale even as you gulp down an entire beer in one go. Your performance doesn’t go unnoticed by the newest company to the kitchen.
Kenma gives you a friendly but concerned look. “Hey,” he says gently, though there’s a lot more meaning behind the simple three letter word than just a greeting. “Nice to see you again."
You can’t really blow off the fact that you just downed an entire drink, nor the reasoning behind it, so you just put the empty in the sink without acknowledging it. It goes without saying, really, and you’re thankful that neither men bring it up, though you know Akaashi is going to give it to you later.
"Kenma!” you call out happily, a little too loud for the proximity. “I’ve missed you so much!” You pull him into a hug, one that he actually reciprocates. It isn’t a lie, you’ve missed him a whole lot, and given and they’re still roommates and Kenma doesn’t like to leave the house, it means you haven’t seen him in the same amount of time. The texting frequency between you two died down as the years went by, to the point where your last message to Kenma was three months ago.
“We’ve missed you, too,” Kenma responds, and you can feel him freeze in your embrace. You freeze, too. It was reflexive, he and Kenma do almost everything together, so Kenma is used to talking for the both of them. You hold onto him a little longer than strictly necessary, a little tighter, too, getting your thoughts together and schooling your face into a cheerful one before pulling away from him.
You’re barely given three seconds to come up with something to say when the two rambunctious men come thundering into the kitchen. They’re linked arm in arm, laughing loudly, Bokuto demanding that his best bro needs a drink. More specifically, the brand of beer that you’re also drinking.
Naturally, you’re the only one standing next to the fridge. All eyes are on you as you very purposefully avoid every single one and dive into the fridge, retrieving the beer, missing the way that he looks at you. In the few seconds it takes you to get the drink and pop it open, you think you’re ready to face him.
Passing the drink over, you lock eyes with Kuroo Tetsurou. You can’t read his expression, not like you used to, so you can’t tell if he’s happy or angry to see you. His face gives nothing away, much like your own. He takes the drink without incident, his gratitude rolling off his tongue in the form of a quick, “thanks,” before Bokuto is dragging him off again, demanding that the two start on the fire outside.
You look to Akaashi and Kenma helplessly. “Did that look as bad as it felt?”
Akaashi isn’t one to mince his words. “It wasn’t great. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?"
You wave him off. "Today isn’t about me, so it doesn’t matter.”
Akaashi and Kenma exchange an uneasy glance, before Akaashi takes charge of the conversation to ask how Kenma, and by extension, Kuroo have been. You stand there quietly, trying to not look like you’re hanging off of every word Kenma has to say.
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