You don’t really remember when it started, but now it’s just a part of your daily routine.
Maybe it started with that one late night grocery run after work, or maybe it was the way Kuroo just kept showing up with takeout containers and staying long after the food was gone.
Perhaps it was the first time he kicked his shoes off by your door without asking and you realized you didn’t mind at all.
Somewhere along the line, you just became used to the cycle, comforted by the presence. Now your apartment just feels incomplete without him in it.
He swings by almost every night now, leaning against your doorway with that lazy grin like he’s just meant to be there.
You cook dinner together, well, you cook while he steals ingredients to “taste test”.
Then you both collapse onto the couch afterward, binging random shows and laughing like fools, cuddled up by the end of the night.
And maybe that’s why it takes you so long to realize you’re so stupidly in love with him.
“I like you,” you mumble one night over dinner, voice quieter than you intended. Your eyes stay glued to your plate while you mentally pray this doesn’t go south, “Like… a lot.”
Kuroo goes completely still.
The room falls silent, thick with tension, and the knot in your stomach tightens more and more with every passing second. You can practically feel him staring at you.
You squirm under his eyes, finally glancing at him to see a confused little frown.
“I mean…yeah?”, he starts slowly, “We’ve been dating for a little while now”
Now it’s his turn to blink.
“We’ve been dating?” you repeat, shock written all over your face as heat rushes up your neck at an alarming rate.
He damn near drops his plate.
“Haven’t we?”, he shoots back immediately, looking just as shocked as you are, “You wear my hoodies and I sleep here more than my own place? Your neighbor literally called me your boyfriend like two months ago!”
You open your mouth then close it, shooting him a sheepish smile, “…you heard that?”
“Yeah?” he says, eyebrows furrowing, “You didn’t correct her, so I thought we were on the same page.”
You both just stare at each other for a second, absolutely bewildered.
“So…” you start quietly, trying to process all of this, “How long have you thought we were dating?”
“Dude, like six months now”, he deadpans.
A laugh escapes you before you can stop it, all of the tension gone now. The sound fills the apartment, warm and fuzzy, and Kuroo’s expression softens immediately at the sound of it.
His lips tug into his own little smile, it’s fond and oh so unbelievably soft.
“I was so scared to tell you,” you groan, dropping your face into your hands pathetically, “Meanwhile you’re out here thinking we’ve been together for half a year? That’s insane.”
Kuroo snorts, “That’s sooo embarrassing for you”
“Shut up! You literally never asked me out!”
“Yes I did! I’ve asked you out on so many dates now!” he instantly shoots back.
“But I thought you were just being friendly!”
“Well,” he says with a shrug, “that’s on you then”
You shove his shoulder with an offended noise, which only makes him laugh harder.
“You’re unbelievable” you mutter, rolling your eyes despite the amused little smile pulling at your lips.
“And yet,” he says smugly, reaching over to lace your fingers together, “I’m still your boyfriend apparently.”
A/N: love a good miscommunication trope
he told Bo yall were datin like 2 weeks in and Bo mentally started planning the wedding (he’s the flower girl and also the dj)
