Late nights turned into long nights. Lavender perfume turned into jasmine. Bed hair turned into sex hair.
She didn't notice the slight changes in Kuroo, as he never had anytime to spare for her anymore.
She would weight for hours with his dinner out, quietly waiting for him to stumble through the door with a sly grin on his face and his shirt buttoned up wrong.
Half the time he didn't even come home.
She knew about his little past time, everyone did. It was obvious.
Kuroo never had time for hugs, never had time for kisses, laughs, watching movies, comforting her. He had found someone know.
Yet through all this, she still looked the other way.
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haikyuu drabbles
أدب الهواةA collection of slightly awful one-shots about some high school boys.
