Matchmakers | KuroTsuki ✓

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[Tsukishima]

Kuroo and I sat through comfortable conversation, me on my bed and him back in my spinny chair. We were, unsurprisingly enough, talking about Bokuto and Akaashi and their stupid love life.

"It feels like we're going in circles." Kuroo groaned at last, covering his face with his hands and accidentally flexing his biceps. I think I had a mini heart attack, but didn't let it show.

"That's because we are, idiot. Those two just can't take a hint." I chided back, pretending to not notice how he stared at me. I didn't confess yet, not because I felt like he should, but because I didn't know how to put it. I knew I was a prideful bastard, probably too prideful, and confessing would just.. ruin that. I wanted to keep my dignity thank you very much.

"We're gonna do it this time."

"That's what you said-"

"-Last time, I know I know! But really, this time we'll do it or we'll give up." Kuroo grinned and I couldn't help but sigh with a small smile making it's way onto my face.

"Idiot. Alright, what's your plan?"

"I say we just straight up tell the other when we're all together somewhere. Just, out of nowhere. Then we shove 'em together until they do that really cliché kiss thing. It's honestly quite foolproof." Kuroo's smirk widened and I rolled my eyes at him, silently cursing myself for liking the way his eyes lit up as he smiled. Stupid smile. It was stupid, not cute at all.

"Wow. Sometimes your intelligence astounds me you know." I raised by brows and he merely scoffed.

"You're just jealous I got higher than you in the third year final exams."
Oh he did not go there- that always ticked me off. Kuroo got one mark higher than I did when he'd done his exams and literally has not shut up about it.

"I'm not even, you probably cheated. Or the test got harder since your time."

"Your time, because I'm just that old?" Kuroo laughed, giving me butterflies in my stomach.

"Yeah, you're just that old. Just like how you said it at the training camp.."

There was a pause after that, where we just kind of stared at eachother for a moment. I felt stupid for remembering that silly conversation we'd first had, back in high school where Kuroo was just an annoying city boy that kept on sending me pictures of Kenma's cats..

"You remember?" Kuroo's voice was softer than I'd ever heard it before, as he stared at me in such surprise, as if he didn't expect me to have remembered any of the conversations we'd had.

"...Of course I do, stupid." I murmured back, avoiding his gaze. Was my face red? How lame would that look. Wait- was it weird I remembered all our little conversations? Surely not, since I knew Kuroo liked me back.
I sound like a schoolgirl gushing over her crush, that's stupid. I'm stupid.

"Ah shit, Tsukki-" His soft voice was cut off by a loud clang coming from the outside of my door, followed by Bokuto's loud obnoxious 'HEY HEY HEY'. I had fallen off my bed in surprise at the noise and barely registered when I took Kuroo's hand to help me up. His hand was rough from years of volleyball, but had a tenderness to them to some he took care of his hands well. Wait shit no, don't think about that. Door.

I hurried to the door and started trying to push it open, but to no avail.
"Bokuto, what the hell did you do to my door?"

"He seems to have broken the handle off, Tsukishima-san."
Came Akaashi's response. Honestly I wasn't even surprised he was there, considering he had a key. He didn't sound the least bit bothered about Bokuto just breaking my fucking door handle though.

"Akaashi-san! Why didn't you stop him?"

"Because you two need to sort yourselves out. You're so obvious with your feelings that it hurts." Akaashi sounded as monotone as ever and I heard a clinking, which probably meant he'd picked up the handle that had dropped off.
"We'll let you out once you two talk to eachother properly."

"Yeah you tell 'em Keiji!"

Wait. First names?

"Keiji? Why're you calling Akaashi by his first name? C'mon bro you don't even call me by my first name. So uncool!" Kuroo yelled through the door, voicing half of my thoughts.

"Oh? Didn't we tell you?" Akaashi's tone did not sound good.
"We've been together since the party. I thought you knew, we didn't really hide it. My apologies."

Me and Kuroo froze, looking at eachother. Oh, he was definitely not sorry in the slightest.
"You what??" We both yelled, earning a booming laugh from Bokuto on the other side of the door.

"Surprise! Anyway yeah, you two start talkin'! You're not leaving until you do~!" Bokuto whistled, sounding confident before lowering his voice a little to talk to Akaashi, though we still heard it.
"And you're sure the door will open with that back on?"

"Pretty sure."
Hang on-

"That's good enough for me!" There we go, his voice was loud again. "Bye-bye clowns!"
And with that, we heard Bokuto and Akaashi's footsteps start walking away before we heard the door close and lock.

"He's calling us the clowns? I'm gonna slap him when he gets back, I'm tellin' ya." Kuroo scoffed as I walked back to my bed and flopped down on it. He was a little ticked off and his accent came through a little more, which was admittedly a little hot.
Don't boo me, I never really visited Tokyo before university and the accents are quite different to the ones in Miyagi, so it was kind of funny to hear- anyway.

Kuroo and I took one look at eachother before glancing away again. My mind was a mess really, I knew I wanted to be with Kuroo I just didn't know if it'd be right for us. I'm awkward and probably won't be able to show affection too much while he is very affectionate and a workaholic. His work is definitely going to play a big factor, I could see him itching from the want to finish it now.

"What did they want us to do anyway? Talk about our feelings? How dull." I hummed, still pretending not to know about his feelings. I think I had a reason, but I was never good with dealing with emotions so I wasn't sure my reason was good.

Love was... hard. I say love even though it hasn't reached that point yet, just to keep it simple but, anyway. I don't understand it. I love lots of people, like Yamaguchi, my mother, Akiteru, the others at Karasuno, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kenma and.. Kuroo. But most of that love is platonic or family love, what I felt for Kuroo was a terrifying new thing that physically hurt me to think of.

Whoever tells you feelings are a good thing that makes you feel all nice is lying to you. Feelings are difficult to understand and even more difficult to show, and the long you don't the more it hurts to think about. Love is a cycle of pain and I hated that I'd fallen into it. Or did I hate it? Fuck! I didn't know what I was feeling and that was kind of pissing me off, I wish I could talk to Yamaguchi about this.

"Man this sucks, those bastards got together and didn't even tell us!" Kuroo scowled to himself, flopping onto the bed beside me and startling me.
"That's so anticlimactic!"

"You're so anticlimactic."

"You are so rude Tsukki." He stuck his tongue out at me and I laughed at him back.
"Goddammit." Kuroo mumbled as he checked the time on his phone. "Those idiots know I have a presentation to finish. It's like, one of my last ones before I get to relax for a bit. It's like they want me to fail." He pretended to wipe a tear from his eye, sniffling dramatically.

"The tables were turned on us really. We tried getting them together all the time and now they.." I trailed off, glancing to Kuroo as he glanced back at me. Kuroo finally let out a sigh and sat up, not looking at me.

"Tsukki, you know I'm not an idiot right? You obviously heard me earlier. You're so easy to read y'know."