Kuroo had no idea that Kenma was a shapeshifter. If he did, he probably would have been a lot more careful about what he shared.
“Bokkun, a what?” He blinked at him.
“A date!” Bokuto bounced on his feet, the beam not leaving his face. “A date at a restaurant, tomorrow night! There’s going to be food, and candles, and—”
“Ya want me to go with ya?’’ Atsumu felt incredibly stupid at the moment—but there wasn’t a single coherent thought in his head that could explain why Bokuto was taking him on a date, on Friday, when he had Akaashi Keiji as a fiancée.
But that’s how his Thursday goes.
Growing up together, Hajime had made a habit out of figuring out Tooru's expressions and gestures, even in the times where he hid away from everyone. Sometimes it took him time but he eventually read him like the back of his hand.
Today, Hajime thought with sheer conviction as he went to the side, wasn’t going to be different.
He cleared his throat. “The dog reminds you of me?’’ Keiji’s heart was beating wildly against his ribcage, the thrum reverberating in his ears. He always felt like his love for Bokuto was bigger than his body, but he never felt overwhelmed or anxious by it—just incredibly calm.
Atsumu narrowed his eyes at him, examining his face. He tilted his head slightly towards him and Kiyoomi froze in his place.
He stepped closer and Kiyoomi tried to reign his expression in and not give away the fact he had, undoubtedly, been utterly consumed by lust throughout the weekend. He never thought the answer to ‘who would win, Sakusa Kiyoomi or a frilly maid outfit?’ would be the maid outfit.
Unfortunately for him, his world tilts into its axis when the Black Jackals are tasked to raise money for charity and it comes hand in hand with a maid outfit.
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16 Oct 2021