➳❥ in which a young model befriends
a japanese college student through
instagram and learns what the word
'freedom' really means
haikyuu!! chatfic
all haikyuu!! characters belong to furudate, not me!!
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"COME ON tetsu," atsumu whined, holding two full shot glasses in his hands. "drink with me, its sad that i'm doing this alone!"
kuroo rolled his eyes, ignoring atsumu as he swiped down his instagram feed. ever since he followed his boss for the summer internship he received in the states, a lot of american posts and reels were popping up randomly.
"go drink with akaashi," kuroo said to his roomate when he started whining again. "i'm sure he's got a wine bottle popped open already."
atsumu scrunched up his nose and shook his head. "he's in there with bokuto and i'd rather die than participate in that."
the soft jazz music from the kitchen of kuroo's shared apartment wafted around them and small warm lights illuminated the spaces from their homes on shelves and windowsills. kuroo was initially surprised at how good of a decorator atsumu was and how comfy he made their apartment on such a small budget. the bay windows were cracked open letting in some of the fall air and noises from the tokyo streets as kuroo peeked up just in time to see bokuto sweep his boyfriend into a dance through the kitchen window.
kuroo sighed, "alright, but only until your brother gets here. then you can go bother him."
atsumu shrugged. "i'll be sloshed before the scrub even shows up, probably."
the pair tossed back their respective shot glasses and kuroo squeezed his eyes shut. he didn't really like drinking and was usually careful to stay away from it, so the taste of tequila burned down his throat.
he looked back down at his phone and continued scrolling until one post made his thumb stutter to a stop.
my.my.mydarling_
Paris, France
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my.my.mydarling_ fashion week france losers
kuroo sucked in a breath, his heart jolting. in the back of his mind he registered atsumu's insistent talking, though his eyes were glued to the screen.
he pressed on her profile and read her bio.
she was an american model, it said, and 20 years old.
"...and omi said-- hey what're you starin' at so hard on your phone?"
kuroo didn't move as atsumu pushed himself up to flop onto the couch. he peered over his roomate's shoulder nosily and scrutinized the screen before letting out a low whistle.
"now that is one pretty lady," he murmured. "you know her?"
kuroo shook his head, pressing on another one of her pictures-- a candid this time of her eating at a fancy looking restaurant. "her bio says she's an american model. younger than us."
atsumu hummed. "those girls in the states have a whole different vibe, that's for sure. like that one model that was on my sister's cover of..."
kuroo tuned him out as he stalked the girl on his screen. pictures from all over the world in various outfits, candids of her looking effortless in the sun, and screenshots of her appearances in notorious magazines filled her account.
"you should dm her."
kuroo looked over at atsumu and gave him a look. "what? no!"
"why not?" atsumu exclaimed. "i mean she lives in the states and she's around our age so what harm could there be?"
he shook his head. "she's a model. she probably is not going to reply to some random japanese college student in the sea of other messages she gets in a day."
atsumu shrugged again. "if that's the worst that could happen i say go for it."
"no."
"kuroo, don't be a pussy."
kuroo pushed atsumu off of his shoulder. "get off of me."
"what yer too scared?" atsumu teased. "you want me to do it for ya?"
atsumu reached across kuroo's chest to grab his phone and kuroo did his best to push him off. this led to them engaging in a tussle, rolling onto the floor and pushing each other's palms into their faces.
"get the fuck off of me, atsumu," kuroo gritted out.
"not until you stop being a wuss," he rebutted, reaching for the phone.
kuroo took his hands and grabbed each of pecs, squeezing them and pushing him off. atsumu yelled out in pain and slapped his hands onto his own nippled.
"what the hell, tsumtsum, kurbro?!" bokuto exclaimed rushing in.
"he touched me on my forbidden mounds," atsumu cried, clutching his tits and rolling around on the floor like a toddler.
"you're lucky i didn't twist 'em," kuroo hissed back.
later that night after kuroo dragged a passed-out atsumu to his bed, and was standing in front of his bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth, he opened the app instagram.
