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Kuroo and Asahi! What a rarepair if I've ever seen one! :D It's pefect- I've gotcha covered, friend! :D

“Come on, lemme see.”

“No! You’ll laugh.”

“Of course I will- I laugh at everything.” Kuroo rolled his eyes fondly as he looked at his boyfriend. Recently Asahi’s contact prescription expired. He hadn’t had the time to get a new one, so he’d been wearing his glasses instead. Today was the first time Kuroo got to see him in them.

At least- it would be as if Asahi would actually let him see.

“Babe, I promise I won’t make fun of you. I’m sure you look fine.” Kuroo leaned into his boyfriend's shoulder, scowling some when Asahi turned away, his hands stubbornly guarding his face. The scowl melted into a mischievous grin as Kuroo reached down, pressing the tips of his fingers into his boyfriend’s stomach. “Show me~”

“Mm! N-No!” A muffled giggle escaped as Asahi trembled, ducking some at the feeling. The corners of his mouth were turning upward, as he turned away more. “Sto-ohp that!”

“Show me!” Kuroo demanded, pressing in more, making Asahi arch with a squeak. “You’re so ticklish, are you? My ticklish Asahi- come on; just give in and it’ll all be over.”

“Yohohohohou’re thehehhherribehehhehehele! Ahehahahhahaha, yohohohou jehehherk!” Asahi wiggled in his arms, muffled giggles and snorts rolled over his tongue like water. “Cohoohohohme ohhoohohohon, stahhahhahap hiihihihihihiht!”

“Gonna show me?” Kuroo wiggled his fingers up Asahi’s armpits, grinning when the other shrieked, twisting around and grabbing his wrists. “Boom! Let’s see!”

“Ahehehe, yohohohou’re awful!” Asahi rolled his eyes with a small pout, brows furrowing when Kuroo didn’t speak. “Eh…Tetsu?”

The brunette could only stare, eyes wide as he took in his boyfriend’s face. His hair a slight mess as it fell loosely from his low bun, cheeks pink from all the laughing. And the glasses…

Oh my lord, the glasses.

“You should keep them.” Kuroo spoke softly, reaching out to brush some strands of brown from Asahi’s wide eyes. “They suit you.”

“Really?” He asked, a new blush painting over his cheeks. Before he knew it, he was smiling, be it shyly. “I mean, if you think so…”

“I mean it.” Kuroo leaned in, kissing him gently. “You look amazing.”

Asahi kept the glasses for a good while longer.

Send me a ship and a number and I’ll write a kiss..... on a scar

Therewas a long, thin line of bright pink stretching across Kuroo’sback, that he never told Asahi about. Kenma had told him one, whiledrunk, and Asahi wasn’t sure how he felt about having informationKuroo didn’t know he had or possibly even want him to have in thefirst place.

Ithad been a mugger, one that Kuroo had seen attacking a woman while hewas off duty and didn’thave any backup or even any of his equipment. But things like thatnever stopped Kuroo, and he had jumped into the middle of the fight,and earned himself a slash with a knife from the mugger’s friendfor his troubles. That slash haunted Asahi, filled him with theknowledge that even when Kuroo wasn’t out saving lives as one ofthe finest police officers in Tokyo he was still in danger. He wasthe type of person whom danger followed no matter where he went, nomatter how much Asahi worried.

“God,that feels good, babe,” Kuroo said, drawing Asahi out of histhoughts. He shook his head as he leaned over to get more massageoil, pouring the warm fluid into the small of Kuroo’s back andspreading it with his palms across the expanse of skin below him.Kuroo’s muscles were wound tight, as they always were after ashift, and this was just a normal part of their nightly routine.Asahi massaged and adored the planes of Kuroo’s back with every bitof love he could muster, and when he was done, he leaned down topress a kiss to the nape of Kuroo’s neck. Kuroo sighed.

“What’swrong?” Asahi asked. Kuroo didn’t roll over like he usually did,didn’t even turn his head.

“I’mthinking of quitting,” he murmured.

“Tetsurou,you can’t do that,” Asahi said.

“Whynot? It’s not like this job isn’t killing us both,” Kuroo said.Asahi shook his head.

“Butit’s what you love,” he told him. “You adore being a cop,chasing bad guys, saving people. It’s who you are, who you weremeant to be.”

“Butyou worry,” Kuroo said, turning his head at last. Asahi smiled athim and bent down to press his lips to the very center of the long,thin line.

“Iwill always worry about you,” he said. “Whether you’re a cop ora pencil pusher in a cubicle, I will worry. Because that’s mynature, and I can’t deny it. So don’t you go denying yours.”

“Howdid I get so lucky?” Kuroo asked. “Having a beautiful man likeyou by my side?”

“Somepeople have the stars on their sides,” Asahi replied. “You and Iwere fated to be the luckiest men on the planet.”

Have some sassy fluff that helped a severe bout of writer’s block! 

Kuroo is sprawled across the table in the library. The table that Asahi is trying to use to study for midtems. Kuroo lounging like an alleycat is not helping. Asahi growls in warning before turning back to his criminology textbook. He’s trying to study the intricacies of the criminal law system, a system that is complex and detailed. The looks Kuroo keeps shooting him are not. They are heated and knowing. Asahi doesn’t know how to feel about the knowing.

“Say what you like,” Kuroo drawls, face turned to smirk up at Asahi, “but I can tell you’re warming up to me.”

“Like a moth to a flame,” Asahi mutters back. He doesn’t dare look at Kuroo. He knows that if he does, all sense of responsibility and productivity will fly out the window.

Kuroo has an unsettling way of waiting, watching and lurking. He waits for the perfect moment to pounce, knowing his prey is right where he wants him. At the moment, Asahi is Kuroo’s prey. Any other day, Asahi would be more than willing to play along. Five long years of friendship with Suga has taught him the finer elements of flirtation. Elements he’d perfected by watching Daichi flail and flounder.

Today, however, is not a good day for this dance. Asahi is cramming, Kuroo is distracting, and he can practically feel Suga setting this up long-distance from his own campus a few towns over.

Kuroo stretches up, obnoxiously tight shirt crawling up his stomach, putting years of hard-trained muscle on full display. Asahi is going to kill him.

“Can you just go be a cat somewhere that isn’t here?” he asks. Kuroo pauses, grin stretched over his mouth.

“What, you don’t like sweet pussycats who want cuddles?” God, even his lines were obnoxious.

“I would if I could study. Now shoo, snuggles later,” Asahi pauses from his highlighting. It’s his turn to grin at Kuroo now. “And if you’re an especially docile alley cat, I’ll give you some belly rubs, too.”

Murder husbands, as requested! :D

Asahi lets the body in his arms hit the floor with a thump before stepping carefully backward, over another unmoving person, until his back connects with something solid. He doesn’t have to look to see the grin he knows is stretched across Kuroo’s face even as Kuroo lets off another pinpoint accurate shot with his silenced gun. Quiet echoes in the dark room, the two of them the only apparent source of movement, at least until someone lunges at them from around a corner.

Kuroo won’t be fast or accurate enough, not this close, and so Asahi twists them around until Kuroo is behind him. It’s easy enough for him to capture their attacker then, to drag his blade across the man’s throat, to drop the limp body to the ground with the rest. Kuroo turns against him, loops his arms around Asahi’s neck, dangled his gun in front of his chest as he presses kisses against the side of Asahi’s face.

“Tetsurou, you know the rules. Complete the job now, make out later.”

Kuroo just hums and continues with his kisses. “Playing by the rules is not exactly my style.”

“Yes, I know.” Asahi turns in Kuroo’s hold and counts the bodies around them as he does. “Well, that is everyone.”

“Good job, ace.”

Asahi laughs lightly at the affectionate nickname, at the soft feeling of Kuroo nuzzling at his cheek, before he sighs and brushes their lips together like Kuroo wants. They should be cleaning up, checking the bodies for information and at least making disposal a little easier, but Kuroo gets in moods when they have to work, and Asahi can’t say he’s unaffected either. Plus, it’s not like they’re in much danger when everyone around them is dead. They can spare a little time for kisses, sweet and loving, a stark contrast to the death and destruction scattered about their feet.

There’s a vibrating after a few minutes, one that starts on Asahi and then picks up on Kuroo, and Asahi knows it’s Suga calling to find out their mission status, to tell them to wrap up the job and celebrate later, like he has to do every time they work together. “Come on, kitten. Let’s finish up so we can celebrate properly.”

Kuroo’s grin is sharp and wicked in the beam of moonlight coming in through a high window, and after that it doesn’t take them long at all to get done. There’s an exasperated message left from Suga that Asahi listens to as he and Kuroo leave the building hand in hand, as silent as shadows, one that he knows he’ll hear time and again. It’s worth it, for the smile on Kuroo’s face, for the reassurance that they’re both there, together, as whole and happy as ever, if a little dirtier than usual.

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