Haikyuu!! Oneshots & Imagines

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader x Bokuto Kourarou | Angst

Request:

Honestly?? I just want my heart broken even if I'm gonna regret it later probably so with that can I request an angst one shot with Kuroo? I found this sentence and it hurts me so 'how could you do this to me? after everything we've been through?' take it how you will... idk what Kuroo did... idk what the reader did... but yep pls rip

I cannot tell you how excited I was to write this out because I've been in my feels lately and I needed to write some good quality angst. I decided on doing a Kuroo x reader x Bokuto angst because that was the first thing that came to mind and I actually loved how it turned out -Admin 🦋

Word Count: 4K

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Friends Should Never Lie

The summer sky had once been a vibrant juniper blue and the angel-white clouds had graced the sky in a gentle and angelic manor. Tokyo had been met with one of its most beautiful summers; the grass was green with envy and the once barren trees were now luscious and fruitful. There always seemed to be a gentle breeze that hummed in the air and it never failed to make the leaves rustle gently in a melodic way.

It had been the perfect opportunity for Nekoma to host a training camp. But monsoon season was slowly approaching, and the once gentle breeze had turned restless and unforgiving. The sun began to seek shelter behind the dark and foreboding clouds that hung within the air. The whipping winds were a sign of the inevitable; a violent storm was vastly approaching.

The resentful summer heat had the boys panting like a pack of rabid dogs in search of something to quench their thirst. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand and fanned yourself with your clipboard as you watched the scrimmage match between Nekoma and Fukurodani. It had been a brutal match. Nekoma had managed to keep pace with Fukurodani's score and it made the fight for the match point that much more competitive. You watched as a calculated set was tossed to Kuroo by Kenma. Kuroo stepped into his approach with ease and jumped high in the air, slamming the ball over Bokuto's left shoulder. A smirk grew on his lips as he heard the final whistle blow, signaling they had finally won the match point.

"Dammit! Akaashi, I'm done. Don't set to me for the rest of the day, I'm a failure!" Bokuto cried out in agony as the match point was awarded to the opposing team.

"Bokuto, practice is over." Akaashi deadpanned.

"You heard what I said, don't
set to me!" Bokuto pouted to himself off court and you rolled your eyes.

"Being a big baby as always." Kuroo chuckled. "Better luck next time, bro." Kuroo crossed his arms over his chest and smirked triumphantly. He chuckled lowly to himself at Bokuto's pitiful state and he fist bumped Kenma who was just to his left.

You watched idly as Bokuto turned his back, clenching his fists at his side and letting out a loud grunt. Your eyes carefully traced over every muscle, every inch of his exposed skin that was slick with a thin sheen of sweat. You admired his toned and tan body as he slipped his jersey over his head, tossing it onto the bench. You could feel his fierce gaze on your body as you turned your head slightly, looking away from him momentarily.

Bokuto closed his eyes and sighed to himself as he took a seat on the bench behind him. He clasped his hands together, his elbows resting on his thighs and he allowed himself to linger in his own thoughts.

'Why did you have to pick him? Was I not enough?'

Your lips had always been so soft, so gentle against his own as he kissed you slowly. He missed the way you'd playfully tease him about everything and anything, the way you giggled to yourself had him at his knees for you. He could recall the first time he had seen you in your most vulnerable state, your beautiful bare skin that lay underneath him. He could still feel the way your thighs wrapped around his waist as his hips rolled into yours. He could still feel the way your hands slid around his biceps, holding on to him whilst moaning his name in desperation.