2 Works in Kuroo Tetsurou & Matsukawa Issei
A student about their age stood in front of them, smiling in amusement. He didn’t recognize him. How could he forget those broad shoulders, ample chest, delicious biceps poking out from his tight shirt sleeves while he crossed his arms in front of him? Kuroo forced his eyes back up before the guy punched him for ogling; the more exhausted he was the less control he had over exhibiting behavior that would be considered highly inappropriate. Oh, his face was nice too, soft short hair and big brown eyes that rivaled Bambi. Unlike the fictional deer he loved as a child, however, the guy smirking down at him didn’t seem nearly as innocent.
“I still have blueprints to finish, and you, a kinesiology paper to write,” Akaashi says, seating himself at the table heavily, “despite having just entered one of the darkest eras in our timeline.”
Koutarou flips his folded omelettes onto two dishes. “Don’t be dramatic.”