Kuroo is eleven, sand in his hands, when Bokuto Koutarou wanders into his life with nothing more than a toothy smile , a “your sand castle is really cool!” and plops down into his space to observe more of Kuroo’s construction. Kuroo turns around to his mother, eyes wide and confused, not sure what to do with this sudden kind stranger, and she mouths back at him to ‘be nice’ and ‘play’. Kuroo is eleven and he thinks this new kid is strange, but he hands him a plastic shovel anyway and tells him to dig. Bokuto is seventeen and the feeling he gets whenever the Nekoma captain grins at him leaves him a little breathless. A little winded. Makes his knees wobble, and his heart pound. He’s seventeen and Kuroo Testurou-master of provocation, …show more content…
Kuroo is nineteen and Bokuto Koutarou is his fucking heart. He is nineteen and college is hell on earth, but if he were to die today he’d die a happy man as long Bokuto kept smiling at him like that. That radiant and blinding grin, such pure unfiltered warmth, that Bokuto could become the sun itself at that very moment and Kuroo would be hard pressed to find any differences. “When we’re twenty four,” Bokuto says to him. “I’m gonna ask you to marry me, and we’ll own a place of our own, off campus, so we can have all the pets we want without getting in trouble.” Kuroo laughs, looks at himself in the gleam of Bokuto’s eyes, cheeks warming on just how happy he looks, so utterly pleased to be laying on the carpet of their dorm, how even in the heat of the weather they still find ways to touch each other. “Are you serious?” “‘Course I am!” A warm hand takes Kuroo’s, fingers weaving together, palm to palm. Brown eyes search gold, for a hint of a joke that he knows isn’t there, has never been there, honestly swirling in its depths long before he can remember. “You really want to marry me?” He’s a little incredulous, a little hopeful, a little too in