fluff. they said leave the past behind you... well, itâs kind of hard when your supposed past keeps texting you about roblox, buys you welkin, and accidentally makes you fall for him again.
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my great OHSHC (anime) headcanon is that renge eventually gets her wish and ends up with kyoya. however, it is only after she completely lets go of her crush on him and becomes obsessed with her manager role. he starts to hate her because she's taking over his spot as mastermind of the host club. this leads him to eventually recognize that they are actually equals, especially because she's as fucking crazy as he is deep down / part two
Rin and nagi x reader (separately) going to a flower shop!! I love plants and flowers and the meanings and Omigawsh!! Please and thank you!!đđ
flower shop ââ§ âË â ŕź â§ âË .
rin itoshi, nagi seishiro x reader / warnings : pedo joke by reo
synopsis : rins part - going to the flower shop with him and he suprises you at the end / nagis part - choki wants a gf :x
a/n : thank you for the request !! im so sorry if this didn't turn out to the way u wanted it to be đĽšđĽš it was kinda hard since i only do social media au!
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"she's busy" trend with the bllk!boys but reader is actually busy, her phone end up w someone else because she accidentally left her it somewhere đŤ .
â SHE'S ACTUALLY BUSY
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âkei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?â you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.
itâs 10:03 PM and youâre doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishimaâs room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.
âdo you want to?â he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesnât even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.
âno,â you say calmly, âbut weâve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.â
you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.
you knew tsukishima kei wasnât one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.
like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.
âhow long have you been waiting there?â you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. âwhy didnât you wake me?â
kei only shrugs, âyou looked peaceful.â
or that other time you got sick for a week and couldnât make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.
âi got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you donât have to ask the teachers for them.â he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. âcome, iâll teach you everything you missed.â
your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.
yeah, you totally did that.
or like right now, and all the other nights youâve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so youâd be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.
âthe former,â is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.
âbut seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.â
tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, âwe donât fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.â
youâre taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.
â...huh?â
âidiot,â he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet heâs being right now, âwhy would i want to argue with you?â he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you donât see him fully.
âbut i canât always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?â
ânot ours.â he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. âyouâre the boss.â
BONUS: âand youâve never paid in your life anyway. you donât believe in that 50/50 bullshit.â âhey!â âi donât even know what your wallet looks like.â
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summary: kuroo tetsurou is the spider-man. heâs also your best friend. heâs also hopelessly in love with you. between fighting crime and juggling college, kuroo barely has the time to confess his feelings to you. lucky for him, youâve got him covered.
or, five times kuroo tetsurou tries to ask you out, and one time you ask him out instead.
⢠pairing: spider-man!kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader
⢠contains: fluff, mild angst, best friends to lovers au, spider-man au, college au, debatable attempts at comedy, idiots to idiots in love, 5+1 things, profanity, mentions of violence but nothing graphicâplease let me know if iâve missed anything!
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ONE â THE SUBTLE ART OF SWINGING INTO A WALL
Kuroo Tetsurou swears he isnât trying to be stupid.Â
Itâs just that when he sees you, his mouth dries up, the words he want to say get stuck on the tip of his tongue and he canât force them out no matter what, he feels his brain turn to mush and his legs turn to jelly, andâ
Youâre laughing. At him.
All because he swung face-first into a goddamn brick wall.
You donât even know itâs himâhe has a mask made out of spandex covering his face, thankfullyâbut he saw you on the street, talking to the old lady who sells churros next to the sandwich place both of you love. He may have lost all directional sense after that, because one minute heâs watching you gesture animatedly while you converse with the shopkeeper, and the next he slams solidly into the brick-red compound of the building he was supposed to swing over.
At least his webbing is still intact.
Kurooâs pride, on the other hand? Completely, utterly shattered.
For a minute, thereâs silenceâa sort of muffled, hazy silence that blankets everyone, the kind thatâs impossibly rare to come by in a city which never sleepsâand then every single person whips out their phones and takes pictures, giggling to themselves throughout. Itâs not every day Spider-Man accidentally swings into a wall, after all.
Kuroo can already picture the headlines: Cityâs Masked Superhero Can Fight Aliens But Is Apparently Blind When Confronted By A Gigantic Barricade. Or worse. He can hear J. Jonah Jamesonâs voice in his head, bellowing into the cameras, âBreaking news everyone, this just in: Spidey has been caught lackinâ! Is he truly good at his job or is he just a farce? We may never know.â
He peels his head off hard brick, contorting his neck to relieve all the cricks, and thatâs when he makes direct eye contact with you.
He swears his heart stops beatingâbut it starts again in less than a second, starts rabbiting around like it always does when he sees you, before settling back down into its regular rhythm. Itâs only then that he remembers his feet and fingers are still glued to the wall.
He pries them off, wincing at the hoots and hollers from the crowd, and glances at you again.Â
You have a few churros in your hand, wrapped neatly in butter paperâno doubt a gift from the old ladyâand you have your phone in your hand. He watches your fingers fly rapidly over the screen, notices the slight tilt to your head, the way your tongue pokes out of your lips slightly, the amusement at his mishap still running through your veins.
He hears the ping of the notification through his mask before you even put your phone down.Â
The letters swim in front of his eyes, on the screen in front of him.
(11:36) You: KUROO!!!! u wont BELIEVE what i just saw!!!! I SAW SPIDERMAN CRASH INTO A WALL LMFAOOOO
Kuroo winces. He should probably tell you that thereâs a hyphen separating the words âspiderâ and âmanâ, but he doesnât want to burst your obvious elation at the cityâs most prominent superheroâs accident. (Despite the fact that youâre the cause for him losing all common sense, in the first place.)
He doesnât get the chance to form another coherent thought before a yell from below gets his attention. Specifically because itâs your voice.
âHey!â You have your hands placed on your waist, your bundle of churros tucked into the corner of your arm as you squint up at him. âNeed some help getting down?â
Unlike the jeers of the onlookers with their phones still out, you donât sound malicious at all. You sound genuinely concerned, as though he isnât Spider-Man, whoâs fought off a hundred different villains and rescued the earth from alien infestations. You talk to him like heâs just a regular guy who accidentally swung onto a building and now finds himself in this precarious position.
His chest warms at the thought. âNo thanks!â he hollers back. âIâm good.â
He lets his feet loosen up, feels his muscles relax and then he pushes himself off the wall, letting the momentum pull him through a graceful somersault before he lands softly in front of you.
âAre you okay?â You ignore the passersby.
âIâm fine,â Kuroo replies. âAre you okay?â
You look at him strangely, and Kuroo can feel his cheeks heat up. âIâm not the one who almost broke my nose because I wasnât looking at where I was going.â
Kuroo shifts from one foot to the other, chewing on the inside of his cheek. You have a point, he supposes. He clears his throat. âRight, um. Thanks for offering to help me out.â
âNo problem,â you reply easily, the corners of your lips rising upwards. âIâm glad youâre okay. Canât have our cityâs best line of defence get obliterated because of a wall.â
Kurooâs not sure whether heâs supposed to feel happy about the fact that youâre worried about him despite not knowing who he is or if heâs supposed to be embarrassed at you pointing out his lapse of attention.
âListen,â he begins, feeling a rush of adrenaline surge through his veins, run its course throughout his body, and settle at his heart, âdo you⌠maybe want to get some coffee with me? As a thank you. For offering to help.â
You raise an eyebrow sceptically. âIâm not sure that warrants a coffee date.â
âItâs not,â Kuroo hurriedly says, heart thumping erratically, âI swear. I just want to thank you.â
You purse your lips, drawing out a sigh thatâs in between contemplation and refusal. Kurooâs heart sinksâhe knows that expression of yours all too well. âIâm sorry, Spider-Man. Youâre a great superhero and Iâm sure youâre a really nice person behind the mask, but⌠Iâm actually running late for a meet-up with my best friend. Iâm sorry.â You shrug apologetically. âMaybe next time.â
âOkay, uhââ Kuroo licks his lipsâ ân-no worries. Iâll see you around.â
âBreak a leg, Spider-Man.â You salute him with two fingers. âNot literally, but you know what I mean.â
He manages a smile, then realises you canât see it through his maskâand then realises that the friend whoâs meet-up youâre running late to is with him, so heâs going to see you again, anyway. The thought makes him smile again, this time wider, and he can feel his cheeks crinkle at the corners.
He stretches an arm out, presses his web shooter and swings onto the top of the building. Maybe heâll have to deal with you retelling the story of how he crashed into a wall with extreme detail and lots of exaggeration, and Kuroo should probably feel extremely embarrassed about it. Instead, he finds himself looking forward to it.
Maybe he should crash into walls more often.
TWO â THE SUBTLE ART OF ACCIDENTALLY ASKING YOUR PROFESSOR OUT
Kuroo Tetsurou is decidedly fucked.
Heâs lateâunbearably soâbut what else is he supposed to do if a platoon of aliens show up in the middle of his Introduction to Organic Chemistry class and he has to stop them from blowing up the presidentâs summer retreat? Once the situation is wrapped up and the foreign visitors agree to sign a peace treaty with earth, heâs effectively missed three classes, skipped lunch, and is currently running late to a study session you planned out after classes.
He supposes he can make up for itâheâs not sure how, but⌠something is better than nothing, right? He swings down in front of a flower shop, hurriedly asks for a bouquet and a box of chocolates, places a wad of money bills on the counter and swings away. The whole interaction takes place in less than fifteen minutes, but Kuroo is in a hurry. He has a slew of texts from you, all detailing the same thing: That if he doesnât magically appear in the next ten minutes, youâre leaving, and you better make it up to him somehow.
Kuroo touches down on the rooftop of your universityâs library and quickly removes his Spider-Man suit, stuffing it into his backpack and shouldering it. He heads down the fire escape, taking two steps at a time, and comes to a standstill in front of the Biology section of the library. Itâs the least crowded part of the library, which is why you and Kuroo have chosen it as your designated spot.
He sees you immediately and braces himself for the telltale quickening of his heart. You smile at him as soon as you spot him, raising a hand in greeting. Books and sheets of paper are scattered around the table in front of you, and your hair is messy, swept up hastily. Youâre wearing your favourite sweater with the coffee stain down the front, because even though itâs not something you would wear in public, itâs still the most comfortable piece of clothing you own.
Kurooâs lips curl upwards on their own accord. The words form on the tip of his tongue, as they always do. He wants to tell youâheâs been in love with you since he first laid eyes on youâand it would be so easy to confess right then and there. He walks towards you.
Fate is never kind to him, it seems.
Kuroo keeps his eyes fixed on you, which is why he doesnât notice his Organic Chemistry professor walk right across him.
In his defence, Professor Suzuki is short, with a head full of bountiful grey curls and a pink flower-patterned umbrella always tucked underneath her arm. She barely comes up to Kurooâs shoulders, so sheâs never in Kurooâs line of vision unless heâs sitting down.
Itâs no wonder he collides into her.Â
Professor Suzuki lets out a startled âOoh!â, the stack of papers in her hand flying out of her grip and falling around him and his teacher like snowflakes on a winter morning. She twists her lips at him, mouth downturned like she just sucked a lemon raw, and tuts disapprovingly at him.
Kuroo feels his cheeks blaze as he bends down and gathers all the loose sheets of paper and stacks them. He doesnât need to look at you to know youâre gleefully watching the whole encounter. He tucks the bouquet and chocolates into the crook of his arm and hands the stack of papers to Professor Suzuki, mumbling an apology.
âWell, you better be sorry,â she says, looking up and down at himâexcept she has to crane her neck at him to meet his eyes, and the sight is so hilarious, Kuroo needs to stifle his laughter. Then her eyes narrow in recognition, and Kuroo stiffens, dread pooling in his stomach.Â
She pauses for a minute. âArenât you the young man who ran out halfway through my class? Is your stomach feeling better now?â
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you snort and then cover it up as a cough.Â
Kuroo wants to melt into the floor, pretend like heâs one of the tiles on the ground. âYes maâam,â he answers politely instead, hoping his voice doesnât betray him.
âHmm.â She scrutinises him carefully, reaching out with her free hand and pinching his stomach. âIndigestion is a serious issue, young man. Make sure you have enough ginger in your dietâit helps with your toilet problems.â
âI will, maâam.â
âNow, how do you plan to make up for your lost lesson?âÂ
Kuroo licks his lips. âIâm⌠not sure. I could come over for a remedial classââ
âOh, please. You insult me.â Professor Suzuki lets out a giggle. âRemedial classes are such mediaeval methods. These days teachers will let anything go for a small price. Young, handsome men like you especiallyâŚâ
Kuroo nearly chokes on his own spit. âIââ
âJust some flowers and chocolates will be fine,â his teacher waves him off good-naturedly, as though this is a conversation she has all the time. Her eyes land pointedly on the flowers and the chocolate box still tucked safely in his arms.Â
âOh. Um.â Kuroo curses his luck. Heâs Spider-Man, after allâshouldnât he get some slack? All he wants is to ask you out, and if not that, at least spend some time with you without getting caught up in outworldly situations all the time.Â
Professor Suzukiâs expression turns serious upon noticing his hesitation. âOf course, not every teacher is as lenient as Iâm being. Some wouldâand Iâm really just throwing it out hereâassign compensatory essays, orââ
He hurriedly shoves the bouquet and the chocolates into Professor Suzukiâs waiting arms.Â
âNo, maâam. Thank you very much for being so kind to me.â
âNot a bother, not a bother,â she waves him off again, smiling thinly at him. âAnything for my students.â
Kuroo bows and waits patiently for her to skitter away from him, finally letting out a loose breath that has his shoulders slumping forward and his head hanging dejectedly. He drags himself to your table, places his bag on the desk, and buries his head into his arms in such a way that half his upper body is spread-eagled across the wooden desk. A tired, muffled groan escapes his lips.
âRough day?â Your voice is soft, and you tentatively reach out and gently run a hand through his hair.
Kuroo lets out another groan in response, closing his eyes when he feels your touch. He lifts up his head and props his chin on the desk, glancing at you. You have a soft smile playing on your lips, eyes twinkling.
âYou recorded all of that, didnât you?â Itâs more a statement than a question; Kuroo has all your tendencies mapped out in his head, and you would never pass up on an opportunity to record his humiliation.
âYup.â You grin at him, patting your pocket where your phone is stowed away. âI wonât show it to anyone, donât worry.â
Itâs a small consolation. He decides to let it slide. âBy the way, the flowers and the chocolates were for you. To apologise for being late.â
âOh.â To Kurooâs surprise, you sound⌠bashful, almost. His heart skitters at the revelation. âThatâs alright. Iâm not a big fan of flowers anyway. Are you hungry? You skipped lunch, too, didnât you? We could go get some ramen.â
âThat sounds good.â Kuroo smiles wearily at you. He just hopes there isnât another national emergency to divert his attention from you and the time he gets to spend with you.
THREE â THE SUBTLE ART OF ALMOST DATING YOUR HOMIE
If Kuroo Tetsurou has been Tokyoâs one and only Spider-Man for the past two years, then Bokuto Koutarou, his roommate, is his designated Guy-in-the-Chair.
Heâs the only one who knows about Kurooâs secret identity, and Kuroo relies on him to make up some believable reason for his often and sudden disappearances. The last time, when he had to escape in the middle of his Organic Chemistry class and that whole debacle with Professor Suzuki took place, Bokuto had said Kuroo had indigestion. He assumes his roommate has fun coming up with excuses. As long as his secret remains safe, Kurooâs not too concerned.
Despite all the help Bokuto has provided him with, he wants nothing more than to toss him over their shared apartmentâs balcony.
For the past half an hour, heâs been consistently badgering him. Specifically about you.
âHave you told her you like her yet?â
The question drags a tired sigh out of Kurooâs lips. Heâs hunched over his Physics textbook, scribbling down notes, and he could really appreciate some peaceâbut thatâs not something he should expect when he lives with the human equivalent of a hamster on a wheel.
âNo, Bokuto,â he reiterates, âI havenât had the time.â
Bokuto flops dramatically across the couch. âDude. You need serious help.â
âDo I?â Kuroo murmurs absent-mindedly, wondering how to calculate the coefficient of friction with the variables heâs been given.
âYes.â When he notices his roommate not paying attention to him, Bokuto rolls his eyes. âStop doing homework, you have more important matters to attend to.â
Kuroo finally tears his tired gaze away from the numericals printed out on the page. He locks eyes with Bokuto, barely aware of the tic in his left eye. âLike what?â
His roommate throws his hands up in the air exasperatedly. âLike your best friend! And the fact that youâre in love with her!â
âOkay.â
âThis isnât going to work. Câmere.â He gestures to Kuroo to come sit next to him on the couch. Once he makes his way to the couch and sits next to him, Bokuto takes both his hands in his. âConsider this an intervention.â
Kuroo leans back and lets his head fall against the couch cushions. This is going to be good.
âOkay, so,â Bokuto begins, âshe doesnât know youâre Spider-Manâno one knows that except meâbut you love her, donât you? Just walk up to her, tell her you can show her something sheâs never seen before, swing her up to a rooftop somewhere, and watch the sunset with her. Tell her you love her and that you canât live without her, and your heart beats only for herâtrust me, girls love romantic stuff like thatâand then tell her youâre also Spider-Man. Easy.â
All Kuroo can do is laugh. Thereâs no way Bokuto is serious about this.
âIâm being serious,â Bokuto says. âHow long are you going to keep hiding this from her? Sheâs your best friend, donât you think you should tell her that youâre basically in mortal peril every other day?â
âThatâs exactly why Iâm not telling her,â Kuroo says. âWhat if some villain finds out sheâs special to me and does something to her to get back at me?â
His friend looks dubious. âYou really think that could happen?â
âYes.â Kuroo turns his head to look at Bokuto. âThatâs why I didnât want to tell you either.â
Bokuto chews his lip thoughtfully. âI kind of see what you mean. ButâŚâ He squeezes Kurooâs hand once, gently. âI think she would want to know.â
Kuroo considers itâfor a brief half-minute, he actually thinks about itâand then shakes his head. âItâs better to keep her safe.â
You have the worst possible timing. (Perhaps itâs Kurooâs fault for having given you a spare key to his apartment.)
The door swings open and you walk into the living room, two bags of takeaway in your hand. âGuess whoâs got food!â
Then you pause, survey the situation in front of you, and your jaw drops.
Kuroo and Bokuto, both on the couch, sitting so close to each other, their knees are brushing. Kurooâs hands are still being held by Bokuto, the latter rubbing circles on his palm. Belatedly, Kuroo realises what this must look like to you.
He shoots up to his feet. âItâs not what you thinkââ
âOh my God.â You raise your arms. âAm I interrupting something? Iâm so sorry, I had no idea! Iâll justââ
âNo, wait! Bokuto and I, weâre notââ
âNo, no, itâs okay!â Your repeated reassurances donât do anything to assure him. âYou guys look good together! Congratulations on graduating from cherry boy university, Kuroo!â
Kuroo lowers his head, crimson creeping up his cheeks. He turns around and faces Bokuto, whoâs busy snickering on the couch. âThis is all your fault.â
You look between them curiously. âAre you both dating?â
âNo,â Kuroo says at the same time Bokuto says, âPossibly.â
He glares at his friend. âNo, we are not together. Bokuto knows I like someone else.â
âYou like someone else?â
Thereâs the barest hint of hurt in your tone, a slight hitch in your voice that Kuroo picks up on easily. âIâyes.â
âYou never told me.âÂ
Your voice is carefully calm and you fiddle with the handle of the takeaway bags. Kuroo winces; he takes a step forward and grabs your elbow, gently forcing you to look up at him. âI was going to tell you. I just⌠forgot.â
It's the worst possible excuse he could come up with. Your eyes harden. Thankfully, Bokuto swoops in. âHeâll tell you soon. He just never has good timing.â
You poke your tongue in the inside of your cheek. âIt⌠doesnât matter. I brought Chinese,â you say, lips pursed into a threadbare smile, âso all thatâs left is to pick the movie.â
You move into the living room and playfully poke Bokutoâs legs to make space. Kuroo closes the door behind you, a heavy feeling in his gut.
Heâs fucked up. Big time. No matter what, he canât get the look of dejectedness on your face out of his mind.
Kuroo decides heâs going to tell you. Somehow. Even if you donât return his feelings, at least heâll be free of the burden of keeping them hidden.Â
With new conviction in his head, he strides over to where you are.
FOUR â THE SUBTLE ART OF GETTING HIT ON
Kuroo loves youâhe really doesâbut despite his obvious affection towards you, he still thinks youâre acting slightly (read: extremely) delusional.
âA⌠Spider-Man love blog?â he asks weakly, sitting opposite you.
âYeah!â You nod your head vigorously, obviously excited. âJ. Jonah Jameson started a Spider-Man conspiracy theory blog, so I figured I need to start a blog to support Spider-Man and all his endeavours. Too much hate is a bad thing, and⌠well, he is kind of hot. Objectively speaking.â
Kuroo doesnât know whether to grimace at the fact that J. Jonah Jameson started a page on conspiracy theories about him, laugh at the fact that you want to start a blog to support him, or melt like an ice cream on a hot summer afternoon at the fact that you just called him objectively hot.
He tries to do a mixture of all three. You glance at him, concerned. âDid you just have a stroke or something?â
Kuroo purses his lips together. âIâm fine.â
âOkay,â you say dismissively. âWell, what do you think of the blog idea?â
âI think itâs a good idea,â Kuroo agrees. âItâs like a little Spider-Man support group.â
âExactly!â you agree, perking up even more. âThatâs actually a really cool slogan, thanks Kuroo.â
âNo problem.â Kuroo feels his mouth dry, but before he can second guess himself, he says, âHey, you said Spider-Man is hot?â
âHm? Yeah, what about it?â
âYou know who else is hot?â
âTom Holland?â Your eyes widen excitedly. âOh, I know! Andrew Garfield!â
âNoâI mean, yes butââ Kuroo heaves out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. âI wasnât talking about them.â
You cock your head to the side. âWho do you mean, then?â
He takes in a deep breath, forcing his heart to calm down. âI was talking aboutââ
Heâs about to say you when the fire alarm rings. You stand up, eyes wideningânot with excitement, but with panic flaring up inside you. Kuroo stands up too; how did he not notice something was off? The hair at the back of his neck tingles. He needs to get you out of hereânow.
âHey,â he says hurriedly, âyou need to leave. Go out the fire escape.â He shoves you none too gently towards the fire escape, but you stumble forward and then stop.
âKuroo,â you say, and he can hear the mounting fear in your voice, âwhat about you?â
âIâll be right behind you,â he assures. A series of bangs follows his statement, and he narrows his eyes at the direction of the sound. âBut you need to leave. Now.â
You open your mouth to say something, but when you hear a loud clang echo down the stairwell, you close your mouth and run towards the staircase. Kuroo waits for you to disappear from his sight, before turning on his heel and grabbing his suit from his bag.
God, supervillains really have the worst timing. All Kuroo wanted to do was tell you he thought you were hot, too, but that he found you more beautiful than anything else.
FIVE â THE SUBTLE ART OF EXPOSING YOUR CRUSH
Kuroo is so, so tired.
He lands in front of a small, quiet lake in a park you used to come to with him. The ambience is perfect for when you want to spend time alone, in solitude. A family of ducks paddles gently over the water; itâs peaceful and sereneâcompletely unlike the destruction he just had to deal with, and the turbulence currently running through his mind.
He pulls his mask off his head and runs a tired hand through his hair. Wearily, he sinks down onto the grass, feeling the cool breeze caress his skin and the rustle of the leaves of the giant tree under whose shade heâs sitting.
He blinks once, slowly, and then again, and when a duck lets out a quack, he opens his mouth and lets everything spill out, like sand pouring through an overturned hourglass.
(Heâs aware heâs talking to ducks. He doesnât care.)
âScrew this shit. I never wanted to be a hero, you hear me? I never wanted to be bitten by a stupid spider, I didnât ask for all thisâI didnât ask for all this! God, what does a guy need to do to have some time to tell his best friend heâs in love with her?!â
His rant falls on silent earsâbut then, he hears the crunch of dried leaves, and he whips around.
Your head pokes out from behind the tree trunk. âKuroo?â
âOh,â he breathes out, scrambling to his feet. âWhat are youââ
âYou said youâd be right behind me!â Despite the false bravado in your voice, he can hear how wobbly you actually sound.
âI-I was. Technically.â He takes a tentative step towards you, one arm stretched out placatingly.
âYou never told me you were Spider-Man!â Your voice increases in pitch steadily with each word.
âI didnât tell you to protect youââ
âOh my God, you were in mortal peril every day and I didnât even know!â
âBokuto said the same thing, butââ
âBokuto knew all along, of course he did!â
âI only told him becauseââ
âAndâand now youâre telling me youâre in love with me!â
âOkay, I wasnât telling you, I was telling the ducks, butââ
âKuroo!â You throw your hands up in the air wildly, gaze roaming rapidly across his face. âYouâre in love with me!â
He sucks in a breath sharply. âI feel like thatâs not the most important thing here.â
Of all the ways he thought he would confess to you, this is decidedly not something that crossed his mind even once. Heâd always pictured flowers, holding your hand, maybe even a romantic stroll down this very park. Heâd certainly never imagined youâd find out about both his secrets on the same dayâall while he was busy ranting about his hero complex to a bunch of birds who didnât pay him any attention.
âPlease,â he tries again, âplease let me explain.â
You shake your head. âNo. Thereâs nothing there to explain.â
With that, you turn away and walk past him. Kurooâs heart sinks. He crumples the material of the mask in his hand, feeling the cloth twist underneath his fingertips just like his heart twists into knots with every step you take away from him.
PLUS ONE â THE SUBTLE ART OF KISSING YOUR BEST FRIEND
You have Kuroo cornered, your arms crossed across your chest and your expression stern. âYou need to listen to me.â
Kuroo gulps. Itâs been a week since he accidentally let both his secrets slip, and this is the first time heâs talking to you in person since then. Youâd sent him a text with a simple message. Library, first thing after lunch. Kuroo had complied, and here he is now.
âSo. Bokuto explained everything to me,â you say.Â
âHeâhe did?â
You glance at him shortly. âYeah, he did. I⌠I understand why you didnât tell me aboutâabout your condition, Kuroo. Iâm sorry I didnât give you a chance to explain yourself.â
âItâs okay,â he replies immediately. âIf I found out my best friend was a secret vigilante risking his life every day, I think Iâd react the same way.â
You smile at him then, and his heart jumps inside his chest. He smiles back. âBut thatâs not the main reason I called you here,â you continue. âWhat I really called you here for wasâŚâ
You trail off, looking down, and Kuroo is hit with a sudden sense of nostalgia. Why are you being so bashful around him all of a sudden? âWasâŚâ he gently prompts.
You swallow, lifting up your chin and looking him in the eye. âI wanted to tell you that Iâm in love with you too.â
Kuroo Tetsurou swears time stops, and the whole world comes to a standstill. The words ring in his ears, echoing inside his head. His lips part, and he stares at you, flabbergasted.
âIâ Say that again.â His voice is barely more than a whisper.
He sees the flicker in your eyes, notices how youâre ready to compete with him for this. âI love you, Kuroo Tetsurou. I donât care about the fact that youâre Spider-Man.â
Kuroo takes a step towards you, holding your shoulders gently, like youâre made of glass. âI love you too.â
You grin at him, your own arms encircling his waist and coming to rest on his back. âI know that.â
And then you tip your head forward and capture his lips with your own. He gasps at first, before kissing you back with equal force, one hand tugging you closer to him and the other curving around your torso.
You giggle into the kiss, and Kurooâs lips twitch upwards. Heâs giddy, weightless, floating through the air like a feather being carried by the wind. The feeling he gets when heâs swooping through the rooftops of the city is nothing compared to the feeling of your lips slotted against his and his arms wrapped around you.
Kuroo Tetsurou swears he doesnât try to act stupid normally. But if it makes you smile, heâs willing to do anything.