❥ kuroo tetsuro is thee husband
kuroo tetsuro, the perfect and persuasive businessman. kuroo tetsuro, jva’s golden boy. but you don’t know that guy, you rather be with tetsu.
he’s objectively perfect, indeed. the pipe under the sink is leaking? don’t worry, don’t call anyone. he will fix it in ten minutes — looking extremely hot, by the way. you’re late to a place? it’s okay, he’s always ready to take you anywhere.
but when his friends from high school come over to your house, most of them volleyball players, he’ll show off about how he kept his form despite not becoming professional and being in his early thirties. smirk on, eyebrow arched and an smug bickering with bokuto that makes iwaizumi huff and want to throw someone through the window.
“don’t know how you put up with him. you’re quite normal” he would say while glaring at the pair — who right now are showing off their biceps and daring each other to play in your backyard. you chuckle and take a sip of your beer, “love makes you do unnormal things, i guess”
“babe, that was so cheesy” kuroo snorts smugly, and you smirk back, holding back a laugh. “you married me anyway” you shrug, and atsumu miya cheers your beer with his protein shake. bokuto gasps and tetsuro clicks his tongue, walking towards you, “and i’ll let you know that i’d do it again. mouthy woman” he huffs and shakes his head, amused. wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close before whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear, “you’re feeling my arm now, say i’m stronger than bo’, c’mon”
“that’s not fair! call a referee” kotaro points at him, and kuroo just stretches you against him, playfully. his biceps defines at his grip and you sigh, yet lean against his broad chest.
oh, he’s not some higher up in the jva, not some scary man in a suit. he’s just a dork, and yours, truly.
