Love is not Extinct

Chapter Thirteen: The Aobajohsai Museum

A/N: Coucou mon petit choux!

I am still alive...sort of...haha! Sorry that it has been so long since I last posted and update, do not fear I have not forgotten about this story or you wonderful people who have been reading it and supporting me along the way! It's been super crazy around here for me as I am finishing a semester in school, back working and we are getting ready to move into a house my friend just purchased. So...long story short, my life is chaotic, I am sleep deprived and am not keeping my writing schedule like I would like. Hopefully there won't be such a big gap between this post and my next one but please be patient with me! I love you all and hope that you really enjoy this chapter!

Tsukishima watched his date from across the table, trying and failing to keep a passive expression. He couldn't help the smirk that was curling at the corner of his lips as he watched the handsome journalist holding onto his stomach as he tried in vain to hold back his laughter so that he could get through the story he was attempting to tell.

He would be reluctant to admit it out loud, but there was something so captivating and alive about Kuroo Tetsuro. He was wild and free in a way that Tsukishima knew that he would never be able to be, and he didn't want to be. Yet part of him envied it, longed to know what it might be like to break away from the structure that he built his life on. But outside of that structure wasn't really where Tsukishima wanted to be. As tempting and captivating as it was, he knew that he wouldn't be happy there. But maybe, just maybe, someone like Kuroo, someone so unrestrained, so unfettered, perhaps just being around someone like him could give him a taste of the world that he would never live in.

Was that something he wanted? He would never admit it, even if he did.

He was broken from his captivation as he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Looking down, he frowned as he fished it out of the fabric of his jeans. "Sorry..." He apologized for interrupting Kuroo's story and rudely pulling out his phone in the middle of a date. "I just need to make sure it doesn't have anything to do with Haru."

Kuroo's smile was relaxed as he leaned back in his chair casually and reached out, his long fingers wrapping around the cool glass of his beverage. He had no right to look as inviting as he did, his arm draped over the back of the seat next to him and the fabric of his shirt stretching to smoothly outline his well-defined muscles. And, as he brought the edge of his glass to his lips to take a sip of his drink, Tsukishima couldn't stop his eyes from flicking down to those lips and thinking about how they had felt that afternoon in the entryway to Kuroo's apartment, a strange sense of longing turning inside him.

But if asked, Tsukishima would deny all of that. He clearly had no interest in repeating such things with the man sitting across from him.

"No problem, I get it. Your kid's a priority." Kuroo responded calmly as he watched Tsukishima look down at his phone before frowning, pinching his eyebrows together in confusion. "What's wrong?" Kuroo sat up straighter, slightly concerned that something really had happened to Haruhisa.

"It's my work calling..." Tsukshima was puzzled and annoyed but still slightly concerned. He couldn't think of any reason why they would be calling him at this hour. "I'm sorry, I need to take this."

With reluctance, he tapped the screen to answer the call and pulled the phone up to his ear.

"This is Tsukishima."

"Ah, Tsukishima-san." A gruff voice came from the other end of the line. "I'm glad you answered. We had someone break into the museum about forty-five minutes ago."