ft implied kurotsuki and boku///aka if you squint! It’s really mostly fearsome foursome friendship plus the Tsukishima family. I sort of lost direction while writing this, but I hope you enjoy!!
Kei wants to die. He should have known better than to
introduce Bokuto to his family, considering how it went the first time they met
Tetsurou. I want to meet those friends
you and Tetsurou-kun are always talking about, his mother had said, after
which Akiteru excitedly piped up, saying how he wants to personally thank the
nice young men who keep his little brother properly fed.
For whatever absurd reason, Kei had agreed, and now here
they are in the living room of his family home, Bokuto bouncing in place in
front of the wall of framed photos from various stages in Kei’s childhood.
Akiteru, who had been conversing with a now snickering Tetsurou and what Kei
thinks is a mildly amused Akaashi, walks over to Bokuto and says with a chuckle,
“There is plenty more where that came from.”
Damn him.
The look of utter delight that spreads across Bokuto’s face
makes Kei want to lock himself in a closet, never to see the light of day
again. He opens his mouth to protest but it is too late, for his mother is
already sashaying over to the couch, family photo album in hand.
Damn her.
Bokuto shoots himself over to the couch, planting himself on
one side of Kei’s mother, as Akaashi politely seats himself on her other side.
The smile on his face is downright terrifying.
Kei turns to Tetsurou with a pleading look on his face,
silently begging for help, but Tetsurou merely shrugs with an infuriating
lopsided grin. Kei scowls. Some boyfriend
you are. Tetsurou has the audacity to actually laugh.
“You were so cute, Tsukishima,” Kei hears Akaashi comment.
“Yeah! What happened?!”
“Bokuto-san, don’t be mean.”
“That’s a long story for another time,” Akiteru cuts in,
hand sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
Kei sends him a look that says really? Akiteru flinches.
Thankfully, no one says anything, as they all know about
what happened between Kei and Akiteru. Even Bokuto knows that it would be in
poor taste to comment further.
“Tsukishima-san, did you show them the pictures of Kei in
his dinosaur pajamas?”
“Tetsu, oh my god—“
“We haven’t gotten that far yet, Tetsurou-kun. We’re still
on Kei’s second birthday party.”
Eugh. The majority of those feature Kei with a face full of
strawberry shortcake. He felt his cheeks heat up as he tried to tune out Bokuto’s
and Akaashi’s comments on how at least
baby Tsukki knew how to eat and wow,
Tsukishima and cake go way back and his mother’s giggling.
“Ah, darn. Well, let me know when you guys get there because
those are my favorites,” Tetsurou said as Kei groaned in annoyance.
“Wait, wait, we don’t mind if you skip forward, right
Akaashi?”
“Why don’t we find something else to do—“
“Of course we don’t mind.” Akaashi turned and sent a shit
eating grin straight at Kei.
Kei kept his mouth in a straight line as he exhaled
forcefully through his nose. He knows he can’t win against Akaashi, so he
accepts his fate of suffering for the next few hours.
It’s the seventh book in a row this man
has just returned past its due (way past—like, the more recent one is seven
months late). Kei stares at the due date written on the back of the book, at
the log on the computer, and then at the man. Who is leaning casually against
the counter with a grin on his face, as if he’s not adding more work for Kei
right at the last second before the library is closed.
“Have trouble keeping track of time, don’t
you,” Kei says as he scans the book and puts it aside, typing into the program
because the book is, apparently, fifteen months late. Jesus.
It’s not the first time Kei interacts
with this man, though usually he’s the one who starts it. Be it about the
weather (the weather) to Kei’s
sweater brand, this man is a champion in making Kei feel bad enough for the
lame attempt that he’s forced to reply. Kuroo Tetsurou, his computer says the
man’s name is. Not that he cares.
Kuroo Tetsurou’s grin gets wider at
this. “Yeah, especially when something’s catching my attention more.”
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