Haikyuu!! Random stuffs

Bokuroo fluff, bless

Set in the nineties cuz I'm edgy like that.
~~~woooofunkytrantisionnnn~~~

The soft click that had emitted from the Polaroid camera is what snapped Kuroo out of his daze.

If it weren't for his careful ears, the soft touch of the wind gently stroking his skin just might've made him miss it.

Glancing over, the gentle wind ruffled his hair and pushed it forward–the cat-like Male huffing quietly in response. Bokuto could only stare; admire.

Hair, messier than ever, framed the taller man's face, adding to the Beauty of what his features already protrudes. His tanned skin looked soft and was soft to the touch, he recalls faintly. His golden eyes wander down to his clothing–his all-time favourite black skinny jeans were settled upon his waist and legs, gorgeous legs, he thought, his eyes settling upon the way Tetsurou's muscles worked through his shirt (which was probably just some band tee, honestly, bokuto couldn't care less), and how koutarou wished he could just run his hands all over this boy's body.

He would have, honestly, but the fact that he just may not be into exhibitionism may have just changed his mind.

"Kou?" A soft voice cooed as said boy jumped a little, snapping out of his daze to meet eyes with a pair of warm, chocolatey ones. He could get lost in them, he really could. "Mm?" Bokuto beams his usual wide smile, melting kuroo's heart. How did I get so lucky, he thinks, as he gently tilts the other boy's chin up, pressing the pad of his thumb onto his bottom lip. Koutarou flushes, And Tetsurou thinks the red-coloured cheeks suit him well.

There's another gust of wind, much harsher now as it nips at their skin; Bokuto shivers. Kuroo revels in the thought at how cute his boyfriend could be sometimes, all pouty and whiny, Kuroo could seriously never get enough of it.

"Let's get inside already... it's cold..." he whines quietly, hugging himself as Tetsu can't help but let out a hearty laugh. Leading the older boy in anyhow, he kicks off his shoes and discards them to the side, walking into their lounge as the golden eyed boy followed suit. He decides he can process his pictures later as he watches his boyfriend turn on the telly. We really need a new one, he thinks, though he's grateful to even have one. They were so expensive back in the day, when he was just a child, and he remembers having to make his way over to akaashi's house if he ever wanted to watch something. Sighing fondly at the memory, he remembers how Akaashi's mother would ring his family's telephone if she ever were to invite their family over for dinner. They'd eat, and both children would excuse themselves so they could take turns trying to beat each other's asses on the Sega Genesis. Those were the days.

He was thankful, however, as he met Kuroo in high-school. They had clicked just like that, and within what would've been a couple months they started dating. Everything was clumsy and slow, which had always brought a warm feeling to bokuto's chest. He'd laugh, of course, because they were so innocent back then and had no experience whatsoever, but he'd learnt the ropes and so did Kuroo, and he couldn't be happier. He looks over at his boyfriend who's now snuggled into the couch, waiting for Kou, which is evident with a soft whine of his name. He smiles fondly.
"Get your ass over here. I'm cold and the heatings broken!"
His fond smile turns into a pout.
"Love you too!"