ough i'm so sorry that this happened! :( that is creepy and i hope you never have to see him again, nor any creep, period. stay safe!! sending 🤍 ;;

huehue thank you !! i'm glad you thought so 🤭

he ends up staying, and maybe they talk, or maybe they don't... maybe things get even messier or maybe they get resolved...

whatever happens, i hope it'll be angst with a happy ending for them

even though he hurt bokuto every single time he did; and the last time he's pretty sure he basically stepped all over bokuto's heart and told him to pack it.

bokuto doesn't feel good seeing kuroo cry like he's in unbearable pain either.

going through the usual motions of caring for kuroo and getting him ready for bed but he's quiet the whole time.

he puts kuroo in bed and is about to leave, and that's when kuroo breaks.

crying silently, drunk and hiccupping and repeatedly apologising, in disbelief that bokuto still came for him

and then everything comes to a head cause kuroo would go slightly out of control that time. he holds himself together even tighter in front of his colleagues while unraveling inside, up until he's alone with bokuto. bokuto who's unusually silent throughout the car ride,

bokuto tries to tend to his own broken heart and kuroo's burying himself in guilt on top of everything he was already suffering from before.

still, the next time kuroo gets drunk— maybe even hammered— bokuto turns up.

he thinks about telling kuroo "i won't come again" just like kuroo asked all those times... he won't come for him anymore. but bokuto can't say it, he just can't hurt kuroo like that even when his own heart is shredded to pieces.

after that, they gradually get more and more distant.

but what hurts the most is that bokuto can't even get angry.

/you say that, but why do you sound like you're going to cry?/

bokuto feels sick to his stomach. sick, and sad, and he wants to go back to dreaming.

but, "okay."

when kuroo does speak, it's to crush bokuto's heart all over again.

"please pretend nothing happened last night."

"what...?"

"i was drunk."

those words mess bokuto up. it's the exact opposite of what kuroo had said last night. he'd said he wasn't drunk. now he's saying he was drunk...?

"good morning."

but kuroo tenses.

bokuto already has a sinking feeling in his stomach as kuroo doesn't turn to look at him. his heart starts to palpitate, fight or flight response activating, and he /knows/.

his dream is about to shatter right in front of his eyes.

he never thought he would be able to witness this for a long time yet. they're things that scream /you can't mistake what happened last night/.

bokuto's smiling as he gently rubs a hand over kuroo's lower back, knowing kuroo must be aching there, he adopts soothing motions and speaks out,

the next morning, bokuto wakes up to see kuroo already awake.

kuroo's sitting at the side of the bed facing away from him. bokuto's still feeling so floaty and like in a dream, taking a moment to admire. the cool air he feels over his chest and thighs and the sight of kuroo's naked back...

it's so quiet that bokuto hears him clear as day.

they confess to each other again and again throughout it all. bokuto swears they really made love that night, slow and careful and perfect.

he's so damn happy, and falls asleep with his heart full of that feeling.

appreciating each other.

when bokuto's finally inside kuroo as deep as he can go, kuroo moans in his ear and clings to him. bokuto's fucking gone for the look in those hazel eyes and he tears up from joy when kuroo whispers /i love you/ into the still air;

kuroo isn't saying "let's do it" or "can we fuck" but /can we make love/ and it just hits bokuto like a freight train, /so/ hopeful and happy. it's gentle, and the most intimate thing he's ever experienced as they take their time to join as one, slowly undressing, kissing all the while,

resist, following easily until he opens his eyes and sees the sight of kuroo splayed under him. his eyes are alight with love that knocks the breath straight from bokuto's chest.

kuroo quietly, hesitatingly asks, "bokuto, can we make love...?" and bokuto's gone.

he gently cups kuroo's face back and molds his lips against kuroo's, soft and chaste.

somehow they don't just stop at one kiss. they go back in again and again for more, minutes passing with slow, tender kisses that just feel so /right/. kuroo tries to draw him in again and this time bokuto doesn't

his heart pounds and he doesn't even feel it, but he must nod minutely because the next thing he feels is kuroo's lips on his. and bokuto's entire soul is sent somewhere with that.

it feels amazing kissing kuroo because it's what bokuto has been wanting and dreaming of for so long.