Betwixt and Between |KyoTeru|

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KyoTeru is my favorite rarepair (and honestly the only rarepair I ship lol) and we need more KyoTeru content in this world. That's all. Hope you enjoy it!

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It's finally done! After hours of rewording and reorganizing, Terushima's project proposal was finished. He slammed his hands down on his keyboard and added the finishing touch before hitting print. Mahogany brown eyes flick down to his watch as he waits for his shitty printer to spit out the last page. Upon seeing the time, Yuuji jumped up and almost knocked his desk chair over. He had five minutes until the deadline. Five minutes to run up five flights of stairs (the elevator is broken, don't ask) and make it to Kozume's office. Kozume's secretary was bound to give him hell for cutting it so close, let's be real he would give Yuuji hell regardless. Stifling a groan, he hastily stapled the pages together and took off in a sprint toward the eastern stairwell. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to move up the corporate ladder.

Nekoma Entertainment was a company owned and operated by Kenma and Tetsurou Kuroo-Kozume. Yuuji had become an intern when he was fresh out of college. As of last year, he became head of the editing department. Since his first time observing a shoot, he yearned to be in front of the camera instead of behind it. His chance had finally come. Two weeks ago both CEOs had announced that they were looking for a new series to release and all were welcome to propose their ideas. That was something Terushima admired about the company, a good idea was a good idea regardless of the company hierarchy. It didn't matter if you've worked there for five years or five weeks, everyone had the chance to share their ideas.

Terushima's eyes flickered to his watch as he reached the entrance to the fifth floor. He threw the door open with such force that it hit the wall with an audible thud. Uncaring of the eyes on him, he sprinted to the double doors across the room. Heaving and out of breath he finally reached the office and burst through the doors regardless of the consequences. The giant room was vacant except for the one and only Kenma Kuroo-Kozume hunched over his desk and glaring at the paperwork in his hands.

"Just in time," Kenma stated, gaze unmoving from his desk.

Yuuji leaned forward, hands on his knees as he let loose a lackluster cheer of relief between pants.

Kenma chuckled, the sound barely audible. "Just give me the proposal Terushima. I hope it's better than the ones I've already gotten today."

He fumbled with the small packet in his hands before straightening it out and handing it to his boss gracelessly. Terushima spins on his heel and goes to leave the office but gets stopped in his tracks at the sight of Tsukishima Kei, the secretary from hell, glaring at him. If looks could kill he would have been lifeless on the floor several times over by now.

Tskukishima pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a frustrated sigh. "Terushima, how many have I explicitly told you that you can't just barge into their office?" he spat at him, venom dripping from each of his words.

Right at that moment, the second CEO arrived, announcing his presence by clapping Tsukishima on his shoulder. The secretary tenses under the touch and somehow his scowl deepens, the look in his eyes becoming even more deadly if such a thing is even possible.

"Lighten up, Tsuki," Tetsutrou's loud voice echoed throughout the spacious office.

"Boss," Tsukishima said through clenched teeth, "with all due respect, DO NOT call me that."

Tetsurou raised both hands in mock surrender and he slinked over to his desk which was somehow even more of a mess with papers than Kenma's. Suffocating silence then enveloped the room and Terushima took it as a sign to slip past Tsukishima and out of the office.

Yuuji stuffed his hands in his pockets and leisurely made his way to the entrance to the stairwell. He made it down two flights before stopping dead in his tracks. Sitting on one of the steps was someone he has never seen before. Must be a new intern, he thought to himself. He checked his watch yet again, his shift ended in thirty minutes, he could spare the time for a conversation. Silently, he lowered himself onto the step next to the stranger. The stranger shot him a bored look before continuing to scroll on their phone. Terushima took this bough of silence to take in their appearance. Their hair was cropped short and bleached a yellowy blonde all except two parallel black stripes right above their ear that seemed to be wrapped all the way around their head. The stranger's face was exceptionally attractive, at least Yuuji thought so anyway, their mouth was etched into a deep scowl, and they were wearing what appeared to be black eyeliner. Identical matte black studs dotted their ears like constellations. Terushima leaned cooly against the railing and crossed one foot over his knee before clearing his throat.

"Hey, bumblebee. Never seen you here before. What brings you to the stairwell on this fine Thursday evening?"

The stranger didn't respond to the nickname, just subtly rolled their eyes and continued scrolling.

He took this as a sign to continue speaking. He always introduced himself with his pronouns first, he always thought it made the person he was talking to more comfortable to share theirs which resulting in Terushima rarely misgendering people on accident. After his college roommate came out as non-binary it was just something he got in the habit of doing. "Name's Terushima Yuuji, editing department. He/Him pronouns if you're curious."

Still no response.

"You got a name or am I just going to refer to you as 'hot bumblebee from the stairs'?"

A slight blush rose to the stranger's face and ever so lightly danced across their features. Much to their relief Terushima hadn't noticed. After no response yet again he gently poked the stranger's outstretched leg with the tip of his shoe.

They swatted his foot away before standing up and walking down the last few stairs. Terushimia visibly deflated at the reaction but knew not to press further. Unbeknownst to him, the stranger shot him a look over their shoulder. For some reason, they felt the need to say something.

"Kyoutani Kentarou. Intern." and with that, they turned down the next flight of stairs and continued stomping away.

Terushima perked up excitedly and shouted down the stairwell, "Pronouns?"

"He/Him!" Kyoutani's disembodied voice echoed up the stairwell.

Triumphantly, he jumped up and jogged the remaining way to his cubicle with newfound energy. He, at last, relaxed into his pleather wheely-chair that had somehow remained comfortable after years of abuse. He spent the last ten minutes of his shift reminiscing his time spent with Kyoutani. I wonder if he has tattoos. He looks like he would have tattoos. I mean he wears eyeliner and piercings already it wouldn't surprise me.

Yuuji is dragged out of his thoughts of Kyoutani and his potential tattoos when a hand lands on his back. Hard. He looks up to see none other than Sugawara Koushi, the company's resident gender-fluid head management and scheduling who also happens to be one of what everyone called "The Three Musketeers". A trio consisted of Oikawa Tooru, Tendou Satori, and of course Sugawara. Three of the hardest workers in their respective fields while also being the most chaotic people in the office whose energy is rivaled only by Nishinoya Yuu, a ball of energy from the sound department.

"Yes, Suga?" he asked, after resting his head on his desk.

"Your shift ended an hour ago. GO HOME!" ...and as fast as Suga appeared, they were gone.

Yuuji's head shot up and his gaze immediately landed on the clock in the corner of his computer screen. As it turns out, he had been daydreaming at his desk for an hour. With a swiftness that could rival Hinata Shouyou on caffeine, he collected his jacket and phone and headed out of the building, and began the commute to his apartment