BoKuroo Week 2016

Brofriends

Day 1: friends to lovers/first date

Kuroo had no idea when it started. Every time he saw Bokuto, his smile grew larger and his heart began pounding behind his ribcage. It was like it had always been there, and no matter how hard he tried to pinpoint when it started, he couldn't.

    It wasn't like he minded, though. Along with the thump, thump, thump of his heart came the persetivness of seeing and appreciating his friend. He always knew Bokuto was attractive, any one could see that. Well, maybe not blind people. But, that was besides the point.

    Now, Kuroo could see the beauty in that dumb smile he made whenever he hit a spike. And the way he'd cutely scrunch together his eyebrows whenever he was trying to figure something out. Or how, whenever he jumped for a spike, his shirt road ever so slightly to reveal the pale skin underneath. And how-

    Kuroo was fucked.

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    They sat in Kuroo's room, sprawled out on the floor and staring at the ceiling. "What do you want to do?" Kuroo asked, glancing at the lazing Bokuto.

    Bokuto shrugged. "I don't know. What do you want to do?"

    Kuroo snorted. "You're so helpful in deciding plans, Bo."

    "Welcome," Bokuto replied. He turned to look at Kuroo and cracked a toothy grin. Kuroo scoffed and looked away, hoping he was only imagining the blush rising up from his neck.

    Bokuto sat up, stretching his arms high above him. Kuroo's eyes watched from his position on the floor, his eyes sliding down to where his shirt pulled up and revealed his torso underneath.

    "Let's go get ice cream," Bokuto piped up, turning around to look at Kuroo. Kuroo drew his eyes from Bokuto's middle to look him the eye.

    "It's Winter," Kuroo pointed out.

    "Dude," Bokuto said, giving Kuroo the fiercest look ever. "It's always time for ice cream."

    Kuroo stayed silent for a few seconds, debating silently. "Alright fine, but I'm not paying for your triple decker waffle cone this time," Kuroo stated. He stood and stretched, his bones creaking in protest. How long had they been chilling on the floor?

    Bokuto pouted, and jutted out his lower lip. "Come on, Kuroo! My best bro, dude, home slice, bread slice, amigo, chum pal!" Kuroo shook his head. "I'll share it with you!"

    Kuroo stilled at the thought, but then he turned thoughtful. That was a pretty romantic thing, right? Maybe if the mood was right and he plucked up the courage, he'd just tell Bokuto how he'd like to hold his hand and maybe sometimes kiss that stupid grin off his face.

    "Alright," Kuroo agreed.

    "HELL YEAH!" Bokuto cheered, jumping up and down excitedly.

    "Get your stupid ass out the door, I wanna get ice cream," Kuroo called from the hallway. Kuroo heard Bokuto's heavy footsteps pick up the pace once he knew he was being left alone. Soon enough, the man himself caught up with Kuroo getting ready to exit the house.

    "That was cold, dude," Bokuto complained.

    "You know what's colder?" Kuroo asked.

    "What?"

    "Ice cream," Kuroo said. Bokuto tried to hold his angry expression, but it failed and he burst into laughter. Kuroo felt his smile turn smug. Bokuto suddenly cut off his laughter and returned Kuroo's smug smile with a smirk.