Best lovers

Part 1

The squeaking of shoes on the court became an accustomed sound to Kuroo.

Ever since he broke his ankle in a "stupid practice match." Or at least that's what he tells everyone who asks.

In reality, it hadn't been Kuroo's fault in the practice match, it had been the beautiful person on the other side of the net. This would've all been okay, had it been one of the many girls who fawn over him, but it wasn't. And it haunted him that he felt this way.

It had started out as a small thought in the back of his mind, but during the match as he watched beautiful spikes slam onto the wood, he found himself falling hard for the owner of the beautiful spikes. Which would be okay had it not been this one person. The one person he promised himself he wouldn't fall for. His best friend.

Bokuto.

It scares Kuroo himself to even think about it. Bokuto was his best friend. Best friends weren't supposed to fall in love. No not love. He did not Love Bokuto. No, this was just a silly crush that he could get over.

Its not like Bokuto felt the same. He was into Akaashi. Well Kuroo thinks he is. Which makes sense, Akaashi is everything Kuroo is not. Akaashi is perfect. He's short, 5'10 that's the height of models. Kuroo's a giant. 6 feet tall. The exact height of Bokuto. Who likes that. Nobody. Kuroo wouldn't anyways. Akaashi's smart too. Kuroo could never help Bokuto the way Akaashi does in school or in volleyball.

So he stays on the side lines with a broken ankle, because he was fangirling over Bokuto and his amazing spikes and didn't land correctly.

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"Kuroo?"

The thoughts soon vanished his mind as Kenma came in his vision.

"the match is over" He said pointing to the score.

Kuroo soon became aware of what was going on and slowly stood up, making sure his broken ankle didn't have as much weight as the other.

They were back at the training camp with Karosuno and, of course just with Kuroo's luck, Fukurodani.

Behind Kenma, Kuroo could see an all to familiar flash of spikey hair.

"Kuroo" Bokuto yelled, but stopped as Kuroo turned and limped away. He looked to Kenma confused.

"What's wrong with Kuroo?" he asked.

"Not sure, but I'm sure he'll tell me whether I wanna know or not" Kenma answered.

Bokuto rolled his eyes and chased after Kuroo.

"Hey Hey Hey Kuroo, how's the bench treatin' ya?" Bokuto yelled wrapping an arm around Kuroo's slightly smaller build.

Kuroo faked a laugh, "Very well Bro" he said looking at Bokuto. He pulled the muscular arm off of him, making sure to feel the muscles as it moved.

"What's up bro? your acting kinda weird. Does your ankle hurt." Bokuto asked smiling that smile that Kuroo loves. No not love. the smile Kuroo likes.

"i'm fine, just tired I-" Kuroo's smile soon faded as Akaashi came into view.

"Bokuto, we weren't done in our group huddle" Akaashi said as he grabbed Bokuto's arm.

Bokuto wrapped the same arm around Akaashi. The arm he wrapped around Kuroo.

"Alright Akaashi gosh. Your such a needy friend, maybe we should date." Bokuto said loudly trying to get at least a laugh out of Kuroo but as he turned to look at Kuroo's face, he was gone.

Akaashi, where's Kuroo?" He said confused.

"Who knows, Y'all can play later," He said pulling Bokuto back to his team.

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Kuroo sat in the bedroom alone. Everyone was probably out for lunch.

He pulled out his phone and turned it on to show one unread message and a bunch of Instagram likes. He had just posted a picture of him and Bokuto the night before.

he opened the text message from Bokuto.

"bro did u see those likes on insta? Theres like over 300 D:... Where r u?"

Kuroo leaned his head back against the wall, a small smile graced his face. Bokuto cared.

He stared at the text for a while. No. He didn't actually care. He was talking about the likes on social media.

A sigh left his mouth. What was so great about Bokuto anyways. Nobody liked his hair or his annoying attitude. He was selfish. He wasn't good with his feelings. So why? There's nothing great about Bokuto.

But there was. There was something special about Bokuto that only Kuroo noticed. The small things were the most important to Kuroo. The way Bokuto's smile could make him smile back, or the way he gets so into volleyball whether it be playing or just talking about it.

But the most disgusting thing about it, is that Kuroo loved when Bokuto held him. The way he wrapped his arm around Kuroo made him feel safe and secure and Kuroo hated himself for loving it. it felt like there was nobody else that Bokuto wanted. Of course that wasn't true though. Kuroo's nothing special. What so great about him. He's in love with his best friend for heaven sake.

A sudden wet feeling on his face made him snap out of his thoughts. Was he crying? Over Bokuto?

"No.." Kuroo said. Why was he acting like this? He never cried.

"Kuroo?" a voice whispered.

Kuroo shot up. He was face to face with a familiar friend.

"K-Kenma" he whispered.

"I know Kuroo. Its okay." He said hugging Kuroo and pushing his head in the crook of his neck.

"How" Kuroo said quietly. Was it really that obvious?

"I see the way you look at him, your in love, and its okay to feel this way." Kenma whispered in his ear, running hands through Kuroo's messy bed head.

"No its not" Kuroo croaked before breaking into complete sobs.

He did the ultimate crime.

He fell in love with his bro.