#kuronoya

So this is... yeah.  Better late than never and all that I suppose. 

5+1 - Five times Iwaizumi & Tsukishima got other people under the mistletoe and one time they were caught under it

ONE

Hajime freezes when he hears the distinct sound of someone pointedly clearing their throat behind him.  Unfortunately freezing makes him go a little bit wobbly — he feels it reflects more on the condition of the step stool he found in the supply closet than it does himself thank you for asking — and he barely manages to stick the pushpin into the ceiling before he half steps half topples off the stool and slowly turns around.  Tsukishima is standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, wearing an unimpressed look on his face and a sweater that reminds Hajime a little bit of the kind of ridiculous things that Oikawa always manages to find around the holidays.

“I’m the mature, responsible one,” Hajime says before Tsukishima can even open his mouth.  “No one will believe you if you try to rat me out.”

“Sawamura would,” Tsukishima counters.  “He trusts me.”

“He’s too busy trying to keep Tanaka from convincing Hinata to dye his hair purple to really pay attention right now.”

Tsukishima raises an eyebrow.  “Gee.  I wonder who put that idea in Tanaka’s head.”

Hajime shrugs.

“Do you think this is too obvious of a place to leave the mistletoe,” he says instead of admitting to anything.  “Or not obvious enough?”

Tsukishima glances up and then past Hajime into the next room.

“Depends on who you’re trying to catch with it.”

“Whoever I can.”

Tsukishima nods, gesturing for Hajime to move out of the way.  “Hey Kuroo,” he calls into the next room.  “C’mere a sec.”  He grins at Hajime.  “Pick a person.”

Hajime spins around and gestures frantically at the first person he makes eye contact with.  Nishinoya hurries over and nearly collides with Kuroo in the doorway, clearly too worried about the way Hajime had been waving him over to pay attention to what was going on around him.

Kuroo and Nishinoya laugh and start going through the motions of waving each other through the doorway when Tsukishima clears his throat.  He smiles sweetly when they look at him and points to the mistletoe hanging above their heads.

“Seriously, Tsukki?”  Tsukishima scowls at Kuroo but keeps pointing at the mistletoe.

Nishinoya looks up and laughs, cheeks flushing.  Kuroo rolls his eyes at Tsukishima but leans down and gives Nishinoya a kiss that, from Hajime’s perspective, Nishinoya seems to enjoy quite a bit despite how innocent it is.

Kuroo straightens up and rolls his eyes one more time before wandering back to whatever he was doing before Tsukishima called him over.  Nishinoya watches him go, cheeks flushed and eyes glittering.

TWO

The suspicious look Kenma gives him from the armchair as he tucks his phone under his leg would probably make a lesser man falter.  But Kei’s known Kenma for over a decade and has worked with him in the IT department for the last three years.  So he’s been on the receiving end of more than his fair share of suspicious looks from Kenma.

“Whatever you’re planning the answer is no.”

Kei huffs softly and gives Kenma an offended look.

“I am not planning anything.”

“Please.  I’ve seen you talking to Hajime.  I’m not an idiot.”

Kei shrugs.  “At least you don’t automatically assume he’s innocent and I’m the bad influence.”

“I’ve been the lead IT person for four years.  I’ve worked with Hajime for five.  Trust me.  I know he’s no more innocent than you.”

“I would say that hurts.”  Kei glances over his shoulder at the burst of noise and laughter that pops up from the kitchen.  “But your words haven’t hurt me since we were twelve and you called me a lanky broccoli flavored popsicle.  Whatever that meant.”

“It meant you were as appealing as a broccoli flavored popsicle.”

“So I’m an acquired taste.”  Kenma nods.  “I can deal with that.”  Kenma rolls his eyes and reaches for his phone, conversation ended in his mind, and Kei steps back.  “Let it be known I was gonna warn you.”

Kenma frowns at him and then his lap is full of flailing arms and a solid body.  Kei glances at the doorway that Hajime is peeking out from, looking surprisingly innocent considering he had just shoved Futakuchi hard enough to topple him into Kenma’s lap.

Futakuchi finally manages to get a grip on the arms of the chair and goes to lever himself up when Kei clears his throat and points up.

“I will plant a virus so good it will take you years to recover from it.”

“Just kiss him already.”

Kenma gives Kei a rather rude gesture but he pulls Futakuchi in for a kiss that the other man melts into.

THREE

Satori had seen the mistletoe hanging above the fridge.  Hell he had watched Iwaizumi climb onto the counter to stick it to the ceiling; he had been pretty impressed that Iwaizumi hadn’t fallen flat on his face considering how drunk he appeared to be.  It’s not like any of them are all that sober at this point so it’s not like he’s judging the man at all.  In fact he’s counting on the fact that none of them are all that sober because then they’re more willing to go along with his shenanigans.

Though some of them would be willing anyway.  They’re just that awesome of coworkers and friends.

“Are you the guard here or something?”  Satori grins and gives Wakatoshi a wink.

“Or something.”

“You planned the mistletoe didn’t you?”

“More like I’m taking advantage of something that was here when I arrived.  Using the territory to my advantage.  You want in the fridge?”

Wakatoshi smiles a little and leans down to kiss Satori’s cheek.

“Yes, please.”

Like he said.  He’s taking advantage of the territory.  He gets a kiss on the forehead from Sawamura.  A kiss on his hand from Kuroo.  Three kisses from Noya in about five minutes because he kept coming back in for more shots.  Kenma stares him down until he opts to step out of the way — the last time he pissed Kenma off he hadn’t been able to log into any network in their five building company for almost a month. and despite what some people think he’s not completely stupid.

Just a little reckless sometimes.

“Have you seriously just been standing in front of this fridge all night?”  He glances up at Tanaka’s voice and grins at him.  Recklessness often pays off.  Which is why he does it.

“I have been.”

“You know most people come to a party to socialize.”

“Basically every single person who has come to this party has come into this kitchen.  I am socializing.”

“By blocking the fridge?”

“By blocking the fridge.”

Tanaka glances around the kitchen and sighs.  “And if someone wants into the fridge because that’s where their drinks are?”

Satori grins even wider and tilts his head before he flicks his pointer finger up and gestures towards the ceiling.

“One kiss to get into the fridge.  That’s the fee.”

“Have you seriously been waiting here all night and just kissing anyone and everyone who comes along?”

“I mean. More or less.  I don’t necessarily mind kissing any of them but I will admit that I have been hoping for one particular person to come along more than the others and I haven’t kissed them yet.”

Tanaka raises his brows and eyes Satori.  “Oh?  And who would that be?”

Satori crooks his finger at Tanaka.  “C’mere and give me a kiss and I’ll tell you.”

He’s only been wanting to kiss Tanaka for about two years now and the moment their lips meet he knows that it’s been worth the wait.  Every moment of the last two years has been worth it.

“Tanaka what’s taking so long to get my—”  He has no idea how long they’ve been kissing when Tsukishima comes into the kitchen.  “Seriously.  Seriously?”  Tsukishima sighs and mutters something but Satori is too busy making up for two years of not kissing Tanaka senseless every chance he got to really listen.

FOUR

“It’s kind of hard to watch,” Hajime says as he sits on the couch next to Suga and grimaces.

“Yeah.  They’ve been like this since high school.”

“That long?”

“That long.”

“Damn.  And I thought Oikawa and Makki were bad.”

Suga snickers.  “Oh they were.  These two are almost worse somehow.”

Hajime tilts his head as he watches the two men across the room.  “It’s impressive in a frightening way.”

“It really is.”

They watch the other men in companionable silence as the men laugh and talk, heads tilted together gently.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Tsukishima says and Hajime looks up in surprise.  He swears Tsukishima hadn’t been there just a second ago.  But now he’s perched on the arm of the arm of the couch next to Hajime.  “Put us out of our misery, Suga.  Please.”

Tsukishima hands Suga something.  Hajime can’t see what it is but it makes Suga’s eyes light up and he gives them both a wild grin before shooting off the couch and hurrying across the room.  Hajime figures Tsukishima will get up and take Suga’s seat but he just stays there perched next to Hajime as Suga grabs Mattsun’s attention and starts whispering to him.  The way Mattsun smiles makes Hajime wonder for a brief moment what kind of chaos Tsukishima just unleashed.

Then Suga is clambering onto Mattsun’s back and Mattsun is striding over so Suga can dangle the mistletoe in his hand over his unsuspecting victims.

“Daichi,” Suga calls out.  “Chikara.  I love you both and I know you both very well.  So just trust me when I say just kiss already.”

Daichi’s cheeks flush and Ennoshita looks ready to kill Suga but the entire living room starts to chant for them to kiss and Ennoshita shrugs and pulls Daichi into a deep kiss that has the whole room bursting out in cheers and whistles.

“So,” Hajime says.  “Who’s next?”

FIVE

He will deny it to his dying day but Kei actually does kind of have a soft spot in that dark pit he calls a heart for a certain overly enthusiastic ball of sunshine and happiness.  He doesn’t want to date Hinata but he does like to make the little shit happy when he can.  It usually doesn’t take much.  A cute cat meme or a meat bun left on his desk here.  The absolute destruction of an opposing company whose CEO thought Hinata was an easy target there.  Little things.

The look Iwaizumi gives him when he suggests giving Ushijima the mistletoe with a little bit of instruction is highly uncalled for.  It’s far too soft and fond and it makes it look like Iwaizumi thinks Kei is sweet or something.

“Do you want to do this or not?”  Iwaizumi snorts at Kei, which is also uncalled for.  “Look just give him the mistletoe and leave Hinata to me.  And stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m some puppy who just learned a new trick or something.”

“Whatever,” Iwaizumi says as he grabs the mistletoe from Kei.  “Just get him to us in a couple minutes.  I’ll make sure no one else is there.”

He watches Iwaizumi wander out of the room and takes a moment to brace himself.  No matter how long he’s known Hinata he needs to prepare himself to interact with the guy.  There’s just so much energy there.  It’s a lot to take in.

After he gathers himself he heads for the front porch.  He’s pretty sure he saw Hinata head outside a few minutes ago.

“Hey,” he says as he leans against the railing next to Hinata.  “How’s it going?”

“Not too bad.”  Hinata chuckles.  “You’ve been busy tonight.”

“Didn’t know you were keeping tabs on me.”

“Well when half our coworkers are suddenly making out it tends to draw some attention.  Especially since before this party all of one couple was already a couple.”

“That’s fair.”  Kei bumps their shoulders together.  “You wanna make another couple happen tonight?”

Hinata peers at him curiously.  “Who?”

“You and the tall wall of muscle you drool over during your lunch breaks.”

Hinata perks up.  “I like the sound of that.  But do you think he does?”

“Iwaizumi is talking to him now.  From what I’ve seen while you’ve been drooling it’s a safe bet that he does too.”  He pushes away from the porch railing and starts to head back inside.  “You coming with to find out,” he asks over his shoulder.  “Or are you going to chicken out?”

“Lead the way Tsukishima.  I’m not afraid of anything.”

Kei leads Hinata to the home office in the back corner of the house.  He can practically feel Hinata vibrating behind him and he shakes his head.  He opens the door and ushers Hinata inside.  Iwaizumi is leaning against the desk next to Ushijima but he pushes away from it when Kei and Hinata step inside the office.

Iwaizumi pats Ushijima’s shoulder and smiles at Hinata.

Hinata heads for the desk and Ushijima stands up straight when Hinata gets to him.

Kei doesn’t work with Ushijima much so he can’t read him the greatest but he thinks the guy actually looks nervous as he pulls his hand out from behind his back and holds a sprig of mistletoe above Hinata’s head.

Hinata smiles up at Ushijima and nods enthusiastically.

PLUS ONE

Tsukishima pulls Hajime out of the office just before Hinata and Ushijima’s lips meet.

“So,” Hajime sighs happily.  “Job well done all around I think.”

Tsukishima laughs softly and nods.  “We did good.  Though you weren’t nearly as sneaky as you seemed to think you were.”

Hajime waves his hand as they walk down the hall.

“Being sneaky wasn’t the point.”

“What was the point then?”

Hajime leans against the wall next to the hall closet and Tsukishima stops in front of him.  Hajime’s gaze flickers to the ceiling and then he watches as Tsukishima looks up and a smile slides onto his face.  He reaches out and grabs Tsukishima’s sweatshirt, tugging him closer with a grin.

“Come on and kiss me already.”

“Well if you insist.”  Tsukishima lets Hajime tug him forward until he’s pinning Hajime against the wall.  “Happy Anniversary, Hajime.”

Nishinoya was a figure of grace and beauty. He was compact, even all bundled up for the winter. He was elegant, even on the ice. He was red-faced and happy, and that was all Tetsurou could bring himself to care about. He sent off his latest customer with a wave and turned back to the kiddie rink where Nishinoya was surrounded by people even shorter than him, all wobbly and adorable on their skates. One kid slid right into Nishinoya’s legs, but Nishinoya didn’t even hesitate to scoop her up and set her properly on her feet.

Tetsurou could admit he had a problem. He was supposed to be watching over the entire rink, making sure people were paying their admission and being respectful of each other. But people, he found, would more often follow the rules than not, and he had something better to do with his time.

Like watch the way Nishinoya skated backwards to all the kids’ amazement, crowing along with them in excitement. Tetsurou drifted off into a daydream, not even noticing when another customer came up to the booth.

“Dude, you gotta ask him out already.” Tetsurou looked up to see Bokuto leaning against the counter and staring at Nishinoya as well.

“Don’t be so obvious about it,” Tetsurou hissed, waving a hand in front of Bokuto’s face. Unfortunately, the movement drew the attention of Nishinoya, who glided up to the wall and waved at them.

“Hey, Bokuto-san, would you mind…?” he called. Bokuto laughed and nodded, lacing up his skates. Nishinoya turned to tell the kids what a treat they were in for, and Tetsurou turned his attention at last to the rest of the rink. He pretended not to pay attention to Nishinoya clumping his way over to Tetsurou as Bokuto started showing off with jumps and spins and all manner of things to get the kids excited. “He’s really good with them,” Nishinoya said, leaning against the counter where Bokuto had been a moment before.

“So’re you,” Tetsurou said. “You’re probably the best of all the instructors that come out here.”

“You’re just sayin’ that,” Nishinoya mumbled.

“No, it’s true. You’re better with the kids and they always end up better than any of the other instructors’ classes.”

“I didn’t realize you paid that much attention,” Nishinoya said. Tetsurou felt his face heat up, and blessed the cold of the rink for hiding the cause.

“I- I pay attention to all of the instructors,” he said. Nishinoya’s face fell, just a bit. “But!” Tetsurou said, not sure what he was saying but certain that he didn’t want that look to stay on Nishinoya’s face. “I meant what I said. You really are the best of them.”

Nishinoya was quiet for a moment. Then he shook his head and slapped a piece of paper on the counter before clumping back over to the rink. He crowed to the kids and started up the lesson again, and Tetsurou was left with the feeling that he had missed some important opportunity. He picked up the piece of paper and his heart skipped a beat.

On it was a phone number.

Oh shit, forgot the pairing again. Um…Kuroo and Noya?

You got it sweet nonny! Sorry this is so short, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! <3

“What you see is what you get. I’m easy to read.” Kuroo stretches in his place draped over Yuu’s couch, and Yuu can’t help laughing at the statement. It’s not that it’s wrong, because it’s not. Kuroo is terrifyingly easy to read most of the time. He spends a good amount of time melted over various surfaces in Yuu’s apartment, like an overgrown stray that just wandered in and refuses to leave.

And somehow Yuu always knows exactly what he’s there for, whether he needs the feeling of someone pressed against his side, or just needs to know that there’s someone else down the hall. It’s not so much a normal thing, though, instead it’s something special, and Yuu doesn’t think that Kuroo is as easy to read as he claims when it comes to others.

Yuu sighs and runs his fingers through Kuroo’s unruly hair, and Kuroo hums and tugs at him until he’s laid out over Kuroo’s chest. It’s oddly comfortable, and Yuu only wiggles a little to get to the blanket thrown over the back of the couch. Once it’s over them both it gets warm, and they both get sleepy, Kuroo yawning just above Yuu’s head.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Gen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kuroo Tetsurou/Yaku Morisuke/Nishinoya Yuu Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou, Yaku Morisuke, Nishinoya Yuu Additional Tags: M/M/M, Aged-Up Character(s), Nicknames, Fluff, Mild Angst, Domestic

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TREAT

Yuu closes the door quietly and leans against it with a smile, gaze fixed on the bed, where a tiny ball of fluff sleeps peacefully, unaware of the room’s newest occupant. For a familiar he’s a little lazy, but Yuu really doesn’t mind much. Kuroo is special, after all, one of the most powerful shifters to be found, and Yuu is extremely lucky that Kuroo took a liking to him enough to want to stay.

Little black whiskers twitch, and then an ear does, and then there’s a sleepy voice in Yuu’s head, soft and slightly curious. ‘Y’just gonna stand there and stare all day?’ The black cat lifts his head and yawns, blinking his golden eyes at Yuu before laying his head back on his paws and closing his eyes. ‘It’s the perfect time for a nap, you know.’

“And you’ve got the perfect spot, don’t you, Tets?” Yuu grins, even though the cat seems to not be paying him any attention, and heads over to the wide desk at the end of the room. It doesn’t take very long to store all the ingredients and supplies he’d left to get, and Kuroo hasn’t moved a single inch when he turns to look.

The sunbeams cascade perfectly over the bed, Kuroo in the middle of it all, curled up on the crumpled blanket. There’s dust motes floating in the air, and the warmth of the fall morning sinks into Yuu’s bones, until all he can think of is how it really is the perfect time for a nap.

they're not even complete opposites, just a tall laid-back chemistry nerd and a short rowdy ball of energy! i mean, kuroo comes across as scheming but is actually kind and silly, noya despite being blunt and larger-than-life has this calm steady aura about him. they're both so charismatic in their own way, with one being cunning and the other being free-spirited, and they're also both known to be observant and intuitive so i imagine they would have this unspoken thing going on when aside from the clashing of kuroo's provocatory nature and noya's temperamental attitude they do get each other. you know?

like kuroo would be acting like an old man dealing with a literal child-sized gremlin and noya would snap and not humor him at all but at the end of the day, they're actually pretty fucking cool. they don't even have heart to hearts or anything, they don't need to. there's chemistry periodt

i guess what i'm ultimately saying is that they'd be the perfect parties of a fake relationship au because contrary to how the trope goes they could go on and on without catching real feelings and they'd be hilarious and amazing. especially when ooh plot twist they catch feelings for other people (because i'm a bokuroo and yakunoya stan first and a functioning person second). but that's a story for another day.