rosie

he’d confided this in akaashi one day outside of a boba place, sipping his taro milk tea with the distinct feeling that you would’ve enjoyed this as much, if not more than him had you come along.

akaashi sipped his own drink, raising a dry brow. “you mean to tell me that nekoma’s best read blocker can’t read a crush?”

he sighed dramatically, setting his drink down on the table. “trust me akaashi, if it was obvious, i would’ve already asked them out.”

he settled deeper into the chair as if it would give him answers. “everytime i think that i’ve finally understood what they feel for me, something comes up to contradict it. for example: they complimented my outfit for the career fair. but the counterpoint is that everybody was dressed that way.”

akaashi cracked his knuckles, adjusting the frame of his glasses. “but they complimented you specifically.”

“or that other time that they stayed up late to help me with my homework when i couldn’t even stay up after tutoring bokuto. but they’re just kind.”

“have you ever stopped to consider that maybe they aren’t making a move because they can’t seem to read you either?”

kuroo stilled.

akaashi continued. “i don’t know a single damn person who’d ever bother to keep hosting you in their room everytime you have a game. or living in this kind of excruciating limbo unless they like you. or they’re oblivious.”

“who’s oblivious?”

kuroo felt his soul rip out of his body as he sees you, draped in sunlight and looking ever so ethereal. the sun kissed tendrils of your hair, making you look like you’d appeared from some other plane of existence entirely.

“kuroo’s crush,” akaashi said cooly, the subtlest smirk on his face as he sipped his milk tea. “we’re discussing whether or not there’s a possibility that they like him back.”

you rose a brow, pulling over a chair to sit beside your recent best friend. “i’m offended i didn’t know about this. kuroo? who is this person?”

kuroo coughed.

no way.

“nothing!” he blurted out. excellent. he was clearly and arguably the smoothest man alive.

“liar!”

“kuroo spends a lot of time with them,” akaashi shrugged. the bastard. “he’d rather stay in limbo than make a move.”

“i have the solution,” you grinned, willing your heart to stay together.

crushing on kuroo had been arguably the worst decision of your life. kind, handsome, and thoughtful, you realized halfway through your friendship that he could ruin your life and you’d say thank you.

“which is?” kuroo asked, his own heartbeat loud in his ears.

“practice on me,” you giggled. “ask me out. make a move. i’ll give you feedback. we can practice so you can beat your situationship.”

kuroo’s eyes widened.

what. the. fuck????!!!!

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