#bokuroo

Bokuto Kotaro’s mouth was wide open as he stared at you and Kuroo, a couple of your shared friends scattered about the room. He was fighting against dropping the cake that he had just carried from the kitchen with the candles lit up for Kuroo to make a wish.

“I wish for things to stay like this, all of us together.” That was Kuroo’s wish, and saying it had made him automatically look to your eyes soft with something Kotaro wasn’t sure he’d seen in his best friend before. When you returned the lovesick smile with such rosy cheeks, your brother just knew.

“Wait, what?” Kuroo’s head snapped back to Kotaro holding the cake, smile not nearly as wide as it had been a second ago. “Are you two…”

When no one said anything except umm and ohh, Akaashi stepped in from the side. “Bokuto-san, I thought you knew.”

“You knew?” he whispered somewhat angrily.

Akaashi shrugged and pointed over his shoulder. “We all did.”

Kotaro’s lip wobbled. “I’m the only one who didn’t know my best friend is dating my sister?”

Kuroo put a hand on his shoulder, gesturing for Kenma to get the cake from Bo while he talked him off the ledge. “In our defence, they found out by themselves.”

Kotaro pushed Kuroo’s hand off, turning around and strolling down the hall. You took Kuroo’s hand instead, telling him to give the man five minutes to gather his thoughts.

No one knows your brother like you do.

“Mr. Bokuto?” you called through the crack in the door to the guest bedroom, your boyfriend standing by your side. “This is the FBI: Family of Bokuto Investigations. May I come in?”

Kuroo’s eyebrows were furrowed as he watched you, making you gesture that you’d tell him later, even though you couldn’t imagine how you’d explain this goofy thing you often did to cheer your brother up.

Kotaro’s head of hair was sticking up from beside the bed where he sat curled up on the floor. You spotted the tips of his hair and opened the door when he turned to look at you over his shoulder. There was a weak sniffle. “Yes, officer.”

“Thank you. I just need you to answer some questions for me about the incident.” Your stance was overly stylistic, and Kuroo had to cover his mouth so he wouldn’t laugh at how well you played the role. “Are you angry that Kuroo and I are together?”

Kotaro shook his head, arms still firmly locked around his legs.

“Are you angry we didn’t tell you?”

He nodded quickly, his facial expression getting even poutier.

“May I bring in my co-worker for further investigation?”

“Come in, Kuroo,” Kotaro sighed.

“Brokuto. My favourite Bokuto,” the charmer said as he came to stand beside you. After getting an elbow in his side at the favorisation, he squatted down to be closer to Bo’s height. “I should have told you, man. I’m sorry.”

He leaned his head back against the mattress to look at you, sniffling again. “I feel so stupid.”

You hummed, about to say you are a little stupid like the great sister you are, when Kuroo got ahead of you. “It’s all our fault; we were worried you wouldn’t like it.”

Kotaro blinked, lifting his arms in a gesture of disbelief. “Are you kidding? This is the best thing ever!”

You chuckled and kicked Kuroo lightly in the bum, making him trip forward onto Kotaro. This way, you could lean over and embrace both, pressing a kiss to each of their heads for good measure.

“Let’s stop all this pouting. We sillies need to stick together.”

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