#kurobo

It was a whim really. Probably not the best with something so permanent, but now that it was done—and cliche as it was—Bokuto couldn’t be happier. 

“I can’t believe we really did that!” he exclaimed as he and Kuroo exited the tattoo shop. 

Kuroo chuckled, slinging his arm around Bokuto’s broad shoulders and planted a kiss to his temple. “I know, right? What do you think they’re gonna say back home?”

“Who the hell cares? This was about you and me, anyway.” 

Kuroo lifted his hand, looking at the band inked around his finger; his left hand, ring finger. Bokuto raised his as well, holding it close to Kuroo’s, the same band on the same hand complimenting its partner. 

Just like them. For life. Because ink or not, they were in this for the long haul. 

“And this way I won’t lose a ring,” Bokuto added and Kuroo cackled.

Some sweaty BoKuroo practice ~ ｡^‿^｡

“Did you really think this would end well for you?” Kuroo’s voice is sharp enough to cut through the bandana around his mouth. His eyes, narrowed and fierce, stare piercingly down at their captive. The storming of the Snake’s den had been a success. The weak were always left behind, as Kuroo knew they would be. 

“Stupid. Plain and simple.” Bokuto’s voice is even less distinguishable behind his full face mask. 

They should look ridiculous but they don’t. They’re terrifying. Smoke still rolls around them, white and red coiling as though dancing in the draft from the stairs. 

“So, we’ve already been down the hard road. Namely, those stairs,” Kuroo says, nodding towards them. “How ‘bout you save yourself some hurt and tell us. Where. Is. Crow?”

Bokuto crouches close, his masked face right in the minion’s face. He doesn’t speak but his silent menace in the form of looming muscles and the advantage of a manufactured blank expression does the trick. 

“Warehouse 1,” is the shaky reply. 

“See? That wasn’t too hard, was it?” Bokuto says, patting his face a little harder than necessary. “Now, scram. Out of town. Forever.” 

The guy doesn’t need to be told twice. 

Bokuto and Kuroo take the steps two at a time. There’s a moment, brief but poignant when their eyes meet. They have to find Crow; alive. 

They owe him. It was he who not only led the forming of the alliance but brought Kuroo and Bokuto together. 

“Let’s go, babe,” Kuroo says, mounting his bike and revving it up. 

As the engine settles, Bokuto asks from his bike, “You think he’s alive?”

Kuroo grits his teeth. “They damn well better hope so. Or it won’t just be a smoke screen next time.”

They sped off into the night, leaving behind an empty snake hole. They’ll deal with the rest of them later. Right now, they have a crow to bust outta his cage.

This is deep magic but Kuroo is determined. He needs to get him back. When they said forever, they meant it. The blazing pile of sticks in front of him crackle and pop. He hopes he doesn’t catch the library on fire. Kuroo utters the incantation, a distant worry that he may be mispronouncing some words in the back of his mind, as he tosses in the various components.

Well, either it will work or not.

No turning back now.

The light flickers, then winks out, leaving the fire as the only source of light. And then it blazes, large blue flames nearly kissing the ceiling. They snuff out, leaving him in the dark.

From its depths comes one word; “Kuroo?”

“Bokuto,” Kuroo says relieved.

"What took so long?" he asks, voice rough as though he were speaking through gravel.

"I'm sorry, the seal was stronger this time. You ok?" Kuroo asks.

Bokuto doesn't answer for a moment and Kuroo's brow furrows.

Then there's eyes and sharp white teeth glowing at him from the depth of the darkness. "I think... something went a little different this time..." Bokuto growls.

Kuroo rolls over, blinking against the beams of light streaming through the curtains. He really wants to get blackout curtains, but Bokuto just... needs the sun. So much for being an owl. Kuroo grins to himself. Out of the two of them, he definitely embodies the essence of their former mascots. 

He groans, stretching long bare limbs, the pain a fond reminder of a good night out... and in. 

It isn’t often they stay out so long, but Kuroo had been ‘feeling the call of the city’ and Bokuto, like the good boyfriend he is, allowed himself to be led around to bars, jumping on and off buses, hooting and laughing with Kuroo like they were eighteen again. 

Granted, they’re only in their twenties, but responsibilities of adulthood make them feel older and it was fun to just... let go. 

At least, Kuroo hopes as he pulls on sweat pants and Bokuto’s sweatshirt, that it was fun for both of them. 

He reaches the kitchen, pleased to smell coffee. He used to only drink tea, but university introduced him to all kinds of new bad habits. Before he has time to wonder at the absence of his boyfriend, said muscle man opens and walks through the door, their French bully Sashimi panting heavily. 

“Have fun on your run?” Kuroo asks, pulling out another cup. 

Bokuto beams, sweat on his brow and a spring in his step. How he can be so chipper after so little sleep never ceases to amaze Kuroo even after all this time together. 

“Yeah! We made it one full lap around the pond, she’s doing good,” Bokuto says, patting the pup before she scurries off to gather her own drink from her bowl. 

“I missed out on snuggles. You owe me, mister,” Kuroo says with a pout. 

Bokuto laughs, leans in and kisses it off him. “Yes, sweetheart.” 

Kuroo’s heart still flutters at the pet name. 

“I’m gonna grab a shower first, got a bit sweaty,” Bokuto announces. 

Kuroo takes a long gulp of coffee then sets his cup down. “Change of plans, hot shower make out, then back to bed.” 

“What about snuggles?” Bokuto asks, drawing Kuroo into his arms, a sly smile on his face. 

“Post-coital,” Kuroo replies, bopping his nose playfully before rushing down the hall, laughing as Bokuto chases him.