pure, 100% smutty stuff. tell me which chara you want, refer to the wishlist if you have any questions about what kind of starter you wanna write/pictures you post/ships you wanna do.
[ another pause, this time daichi uses putting on a sleep shirt as his excuse for not talking. it's not like kuroo's wrong, but it's so hard to answer him. ]
...I'm not sure how to say it, I guess. It just, [ he waves his hand off in the air, like that helps. I dunno. I thought we were in the same boat and instead you turn around and make me feel like shit.
( well, that makes slightly more sense, though Kuroo's not sure how to fix it. )
For the record, this is as far as I've gone, too. So it's not like I'm goin' on years of experience here. ( Kuroo shrugs, feeling unexpectedly embarrassed by the admission. he doesn't bother trying to meet Daichi's gaze. ) I'm sorry for unintentionally being a dick.
[ the worst part about all of this is that daichi knows kuroo is being sincere with his apologies. kuroo's been honest the whole time, even if he is trying to take it back it's still just. ugh. why does kuroo have to be so complicated. ]
Yeah, I know. [ he looks away, fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt. ] What's done is done.
[ it's not a forget about it (because he won't) or a it's alright, i forgive you (because it's not, he doesn't). but daichi at least feels a little bit better. ]
I should have asked anyway. ( he'd sort of tried to, double-checking Daichi's boundaries all the time, but it wasn't clear enough. Kuroo gestures at him, shaking his head in disbelief again, ) I just figured, well. You know.
Kuroo stares at him a little longer to make sure - almost actually asks the question - then snaps his mouth shut. gestures again, with more emphasis. )
Sawamura, you're the athletic captain of a national-level sports team. Even your old man ways can't keep all the girls and boys away from you, surely.
[ there's a half second of silence before daichi just bursts out laughing ]
Are you kidding me?? [ his laugh is short lived, but hearty, coming up deep from his chest. ] I don't have time for things like that, just making sure everything for the team is in order and we do practice takes up all my time. Besides, [ he shrugs, still kind of laughing to himself ] I'm not the tallest or most handsome person on the team, girls and boys are other people's problems.
[ yes kuroo, you heard it from the horses mouth: sawamura daichi is acutely aware his looks are average, at best. the fact that kuroo would think more than that is just funny. ]
( Kuroo literally reels. the shock is too much for him. is he for real? is this some kind of some elaborate, sick joke? that's still a better scenario than Sawamura being actually serious.
holy shit Sawamura is actually serious. this explains more than Kuroo really wants to know.
how the fuck is he supposed to work with this. )
Dude, my grandpa is cooler than you, and he's got a busted hip.
( okay that's. not the way to do this. Kuroo shakes his head and tries again. )
Nobody has tried to get into your pants?! Pull the other one. I bet they have and you just gave them some fatherly advice and patted them on the shoulder or some shit. ( he snaps his fingers, ) Give me your phone. I'm gonna call that setter boyfriend of yours and clear this up.
[ daichi rolls his eyes, unimpressed with kuroo's overdramatics. ]
Yeah yeah, very funny. [ he sighs, not wanting to tell kuroo all of this but seriously he needs to stop making stupid assumptions. ] Look, at most I've had a few girls confess to me, but that's it. And I'm not going out with a stranger if I have a hundred other things to do for my friends.
( that shouldn't be such a relief, but it really is somehow. )
Okay, thank god you're not completely oblivious, at least. You're gonna give me gray hairs before my time here, Sawamura.
( Kuroo gets his own phone, trawls through Kenma's twitter contacts until he finds enough poor spelling that it can only be Karasuno's shrimp, then goes through his list until he finds a certain setter and DMs him: is your beloved leader REALLY this dense???
while he waits for a reply, he stretches out (it takes a while; there's quite a lot of him, after all) and regards Daichi thoughtfully. ) Well, it's not like I don't get what you're saying in regards to time management, but it's fine to be a bit of an opportunist every now and again, isn't it?
( his phone dings with a reply and Kuroo groans as he reads it: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA yes.)
You already have plenty to worry about already with your hair. [ he grumbles, because he's starting to not feel better anymore
especially when kuroo pulls out his own phone. daichi squints up at him, trying to register what's on the little screen ] What the hell are you doing-- Oi, I'm serious, leave Suga out of this!
[ it's so tempting to grab his phone and throw it against the wall, if only to save him from whatever bullshit kuroo is trying to pull. he scowls, not caring for kuroo's staring anymore. ] I know what I'm doing, I don't see why it's your business.
Hey, that's low.( Kuroo pretends injury, but he knows Sawamura's only taking potshots because he's got no better ammunition right now. )
Relax, I'm not saying anything incriminating. ( he shows him the brief exchange, holding tightly to the phone in case Daichi takes revenge. ) I just needed confirmation.
( throwing the phone onto his bed, safely out of Daichi's reach, Kuroo holds his hand up in surrender. )
As long as you're happy with things, then it's fine. Okay? I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life, I'm just baffled.( smdh. ) I won't bring it up again if you don't want me to. Cross my black little heart.
[ daichi glares at that tweet convo as if somehow, it'll go away. or maybe kuroo will stop being a shit about his life choices or him being baffled. it's stupid, there's nothing to be baffled about. christ.
instead he just groans and flops down back onto the futon. ] Good, then don't ever bring it up again.
All right. ( seriously, though, it's almost offensive how thickheaded Sawamura is. or maybe everyone at Karasuna is a total idiot?? thinking about the people from there he's met, Kuroo concedes that this might not actually be impossible...
he mirrors the flop. ) Guess cuddling's out of the question. ( --okay, he didn't actually mean to say that out loud. ) Sorry, sorry...
[ he's not trying to be thickheaded, it's a lot more... defensive. daichi has a softer heart than he'd like to admit when it comes to things like this, and he doesn't want to deal with unnecessary bruising. you know, like getting a handjob from someone you thought was serious and then really seems like they don't care. ]
Yeah, it is. [ whatever at this point honestly. daichi just wants to go to sleep. ]
Roger that. ( Kuroo flicks him one from the hall cupboard and brushes his teeth before coming back and collapsing into his own bed, not bothering with pyjamas. his head's starting to swim again; Kuroo drapes his arm over his eyes and half-heartedly drags the blankets up. his bed already smells like Daichi. it's distracting. )
G'night, Sawamura. Whack me with the pillow if you need anything.
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Can I hold you to that?
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...I'm not sure how to say it, I guess. It just, [ he waves his hand off in the air, like that helps. I dunno. I thought we were in the same boat and instead you turn around and make me feel like shit.
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( well, that makes slightly more sense, though Kuroo's not sure how to fix it. )
For the record, this is as far as I've gone, too. So it's not like I'm goin' on years of experience here. ( Kuroo shrugs, feeling unexpectedly embarrassed by the admission. he doesn't bother trying to meet Daichi's gaze. ) I'm sorry for unintentionally being a dick.
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Yeah, I know. [ he looks away, fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt. ] What's done is done.
[ it's not a forget about it (because he won't) or a it's alright, i forgive you (because it's not, he doesn't). but daichi at least feels a little bit better. ]
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also what's this crap?? ]
Figured what?
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Kuroo stares at him a little longer to make sure - almost actually asks the question - then snaps his mouth shut. gestures again, with more emphasis. )
Sawamura, you're the athletic captain of a national-level sports team. Even your old man ways can't keep all the girls and boys away from you, surely.
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Are you kidding me?? [ his laugh is short lived, but hearty, coming up deep from his chest. ] I don't have time for things like that, just making sure everything for the team is in order and we do practice takes up all my time. Besides, [ he shrugs, still kind of laughing to himself ] I'm not the tallest or most handsome person on the team, girls and boys are other people's problems.
[ yes kuroo, you heard it from the horses mouth: sawamura daichi is acutely aware his looks are average, at best. the fact that kuroo would think more than that is just funny. ]
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holy shit Sawamura is actually serious. this explains more than Kuroo really wants to know.
how the fuck is he supposed to work with this. )
Dude, my grandpa is cooler than you, and he's got a busted hip.
( okay that's. not the way to do this. Kuroo shakes his head and tries again. )
Nobody has tried to get into your pants?! Pull the other one. I bet they have and you just gave them some fatherly advice and patted them on the shoulder or some shit. ( he snaps his fingers, ) Give me your phone. I'm gonna call that setter boyfriend of yours and clear this up.
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Yeah yeah, very funny. [ he sighs, not wanting to tell kuroo all of this but seriously he needs to stop making stupid assumptions. ] Look, at most I've had a few girls confess to me, but that's it. And I'm not going out with a stranger if I have a hundred other things to do for my friends.
And don't you dare touch my phone.
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Okay, thank god you're not completely oblivious, at least. You're gonna give me gray hairs before my time here, Sawamura.
( Kuroo gets his own phone, trawls through Kenma's twitter contacts until he finds enough poor spelling that it can only be Karasuno's shrimp, then goes through his list until he finds a certain setter and DMs him: is your beloved leader REALLY this dense???
while he waits for a reply, he stretches out (it takes a while; there's quite a lot of him, after all) and regards Daichi thoughtfully. ) Well, it's not like I don't get what you're saying in regards to time management, but it's fine to be a bit of an opportunist every now and again, isn't it?
( his phone dings with a reply and Kuroo groans as he reads it: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA yes. )
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especially when kuroo pulls out his own phone. daichi squints up at him, trying to register what's on the little screen ] What the hell are you doing-- Oi, I'm serious, leave Suga out of this!
[ it's so tempting to grab his phone and throw it against the wall, if only to save him from whatever bullshit kuroo is trying to pull. he scowls, not caring for kuroo's staring anymore. ] I know what I'm doing, I don't see why it's your business.
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Relax, I'm not saying anything incriminating. ( he shows him the brief exchange, holding tightly to the phone in case Daichi takes revenge. ) I just needed confirmation.
( throwing the phone onto his bed, safely out of Daichi's reach, Kuroo holds his hand up in surrender. )
As long as you're happy with things, then it's fine. Okay? I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life, I'm just baffled. ( smdh. ) I won't bring it up again if you don't want me to. Cross my black little heart.
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instead he just groans and flops down back onto the futon. ] Good, then don't ever bring it up again.
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he mirrors the flop. ) Guess cuddling's out of the question. ( --okay, he didn't actually mean to say that out loud. ) Sorry, sorry...
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Yeah, it is. [ whatever at this point honestly. daichi just wants to go to sleep. ]
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G'night, Sawamura. Whack me with the pillow if you need anything.