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small family headcanons post: 

Kuroo is an only child and is very close with his parents Kuroo Tomoko (47f) and Kuroo Akira (43f).  They have nightly family dinners and weekly board game nights.  Both his parents have professions in the sciences (Tomoko - Chemical Engineer, Akira - Neurosurgeon).  

He’s been waiting for this day for a long time, first day of his third and final year of high school. Finally, finally.  He’s the senior.

He’s been doling out sagely wisdom all day to the first and second years, and he stops one such rambling lecture when class 1-C lets out.  He stands at all of his 188 centimeters in the middle of the classrooms open doorway, forcing the first years to flood out around him.  

               “  Well well well well well well well, look at this  !”

He opens his arms wide, now forcing the rest of Komori’s class to duck under them to exit.  

               “Oh excuse me, Erotic-Captain-San!” It’s with a flourish and a bow that Kuroo steps into line, right beside Oikawa. “’Didn’t realize that’s what we were doin.’“ 

It’s starting--the hip thrusts, the arm-waves, the silent, growing, sinister smirk blooming on Kuroo’s lips. To add insult to injury, he hip-bumps Oikawa, arms in the air all cha-cha-like. 

Kuroo is on heeleys, in case it wasn’t clear. His SUNDAY BEST is a display of force; neon running shorts, calf-high socks, and a “Suns out guns out” tank top tucked the-eff in to those bright little bad boys. The time is nigh for “Bokuto and Kuroo’s Meals on Wheels.” This one’s gonna be a challenge. 

     “You ready, Bo’?” 

He calls out to the speed-demon ahead of him, pulling a fast turnabout when he catches up. It’s with a single (visible) raised eyebrow and an authoritative prod that he asks for the fourth time. 

     “You sure you don’t wanna go with something easier than ramen?”