kuroo had plans tonight — big, happy, fun plans that only openly involve young married couples still in college to indulge in.
plans he’s been excited for since he first told kenma about them, plans he’s been dying to happen for forever, and plans that he’s apparently got to end up cancelling.
“you’re just telling me this now?” he looks at you, arms crossed on his chest.
kuroo stands in the middle of the kitchen, minutes after he’s just told you about the weird interaction he’s had with the people who live from across your apartment.
apparently, one of your neighbors asked him what time he’d be able to make it for dinner tonight, and cluelessly, kuroo thought she’d mistaken him for another person.
( she did not mistake him for a wrong person. )
and that’s how kuroo found out that you’d apparently accidentally agreed to having dinner with the neighbors … tonight … specifically, on the night when he had plans … with you.
“i panicked!” you frown, voice raising, “what was i supposed to say? no? sorry? my husband and i refuse your kind invitation because we don’t want to?”
and you scoff, “absolutely not!”
the two of you stand in the kitchen, talking back and forth about how you forgot to tell him about the invitation.
of course, you’d hardly call it talking when all the two of you’ve been doing for the past few minutes is arguing on who’d be the one to call the dinner with the neighbors off.
(he’d tell you, “you cancel dinner!” and you’d scoff, “no, that’s rude!” to which he replies, “well we obviously can’t go.” and you scoff again, “okay, you cancel then!” and he yells, “i can’t, that’s rude!”)
its very tiring really, if it wasn’t so frustrating maybe you’d even laugh a bit at how silly this all is.
“we don’t even know them.” kuroo tells you, taking a step closer to where you stand.
“yes, we do.” you reason, “they’re our neighbors.”
he smiles at that, one that asks ‘really?’ and you narrow your eyes, one that tells him ‘yes, really.’
kuroo places his hands on your shoulders, looking at you closely, and for the first time, his voice is pleading, “we had plans tonight.”
“if you don’t want to go, that’s fine.” your eyebrows furrow together, “i’ll go alone.”
“and i’m not gonna grovel for you to come with me.” you cross your arms over your chest, nodding harshly.
kuroo tilts his head, giving you a doubtful look.
“i can handle being alone.” you press, scoffing under his touch, “i’m independent, and charming, and cool.”
you push him away, rolling your eyes, “okay, fine, i’m groveling.”
kuroo laughs, though he already usually does around you, and even though you pushed him away the first time, he comes back to you to put his arms on your shoulders.
“please come with me.” you say, voice asking intently.
“you know, you really should have mentioned this sooner.” kuroo tells you, looking at you closely with the small proximity, “we had plans.”
your eyebrows furrow, “so, you’re not gonna come with me?”
“of course i’m gonna come with you,” he shakes his head, smiling his usual cheshire grin.
kuroo rolls his eyes, his chest heaving upwards as he breathes in a contemplative breath, and he says, “i’m your husband, i love you. i will do anything you want.”
he kisses you, lightly — short and quick — and he pulls back away.
“even coming to awkward dinners with you.” he laughs lightly, shoulders rising.
you smile, liking how close you are to each other right now, “it won’t be that awkward.”
and kuroo scoffs, “do we know even know if they’re a couple or just siblings living together?”
“okay,” you laugh, his nose touching yours, “it’ll be a little bit awkward.”
“then,” and kuroo shakes his head, “i should’ve made you grovel harder.”
he kisses you again, just like last time, short and sweet and quick and gentle. he pulls away as quick as his lips touches yours.
“you are doing me a favor therefore i cannot be mean to you right now.” you smile against lips, and you feel kuroo’s arms move from your shoulders to your waist.
he grins, “are you kicking my ass with a mean comeback in your head right now?”
and his eyes crinkle, “amazing.”
kuroo pulls you in again, his hold on your waist giving him a better chance to keep you closer, kissing you just like before, but this time for as long as he wants.
he kisses you deep and smiley, everything that makes him want to pull back and laugh, or everything that makes him want to laugh as he kisses you.
you’re the one who pulls away first this time, keeping kuroo close, you say, “i promise you, you will not regret this.”
and he gives you a look, impatient to kiss you again, “pick another phrase.”
and you laugh in the so little space between the two of you, “i promise i will do the dishes and laundry for a week.”
kuroo pulls you into another kiss.