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Boys Aren’t Supposed to be Pretty

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It’s the first day of the second semester of his 2nd year. Not the best time to have a sexuality crisis. But its not that big of a deal because,

He’s not gay.

He walks down the hall, hoping to get to his class earlier than usual so he can have at least a few minutes of peace and quiet, but all that is ruined when he bumps in to Bokuto. He smiles at him excitedly and starts up a conversation, most likely about something he and Akaashi did over the weekend.

He wouldn’t know though. He stopped listening, maybe 10 seconds into Bokuto’s amazing tale. His eyes wandered down to the others lips. He knew he shouldn’t be looking there, but he can’t help it. He begins to think about what would happen if he just scooted a little closer to the other, when he’s suddenly pulled out of his thoughts.

“Uh, dude? My eyes are up here” Bo says and then lets out an awkward laugh.

“What? No, i- i wasn’t- i didn’t- you-“

“You were....staring at...” then he gestures to his lips.

He wasn’t staring at his lips. He wasn’t staring at bokuto’s lips. He was NOT.

Because he’s not gay.

“I wasn’t staring at your lips. I was just....” he tried to think of an excuse “about to point out how chapped they looked. You should get chapstick, dude. I don’t think Akaashi wants to kiss THAT.”

The other boy responds with “But you were still staring at my lips then.” And at this point, Kuroo’s getting frustrated.

Why can’t he just understand that he WASN’T staring at his lips? It’s not fucking rocket science. He wasn’t staring because he’s NOT FUCKING GAY.

“You know what? Fuck this” he says back to him as he turns and continues on his journey to his class.

As he’s walking away, he hears Bokuto’s voice saying something along the lines of “Don’t take it seriously, dude” before fading into the background.



He does a lot of thinking on his way to his classroom. He questions almost everything he’s ever done. The hugs he’s given Bo, ruffling Kenma’s hair just for fun, complimenting Akaashi (a lot because no one can deny he’s like a god or something i don’t know).

What if people thought he was gay because of all that? He can’t go around hugging other boys. What will people think? He hangs out with his friends, who are mostly gay. Will he have to stop being friends with them? He doesn’t want people getting the wrong idea.

Only one person knows what he’s going through. He doesn’t even know why its THEM out of all people. He could have told Kenma or Akaashi, maybe even Bokuto. Why did it have to be them.

A couple of weeks ago, Kuroo had stayed up really late, which isn’t surprising. This time was different though. He didn’t stay up playing a game or on his phone. He stayed up thinking. Thinking about everything and anything. Or at least trying to think of anything other than his sexuality. His confusion was getting out of hand and his head fucking hurt from it. He wanted help. So, he grabbed his phone and texted one of the most recent people he texted.

“I think im gay and i dont know what to do about it”

That person, just happened to be Daishou. Daishou fucking Suguru.

Well now his known enemy knows one of his biggest secrets, so it can’t get worse from here right?


Back to the present, he was walking down the hallway, head tilted down, when suddenly he bumped into another student.

He went to say sorry, but stopped when he recognized who he had stumbled upon.

Speak of the fucking devil.

Daishou stood there with his hair perfectly combed to the side and his lips pulled into a smirk.

Although there were a few strands of hair misplaced. Oh, how Kuroo wished he could reach his hand out and put them back in place. Not because he wants to touch Daishou’s hair, but because the rest of him looks neat and it only makes sense for his hair to look the same.




Anyway, this time wasn’t like the last. He suddenly became aware that he was staring, and quickly looked away. Boy, he thought he was slick.

Daishou didn’t let it get past him. He couldn’t. What a perfect opportunity to humiliate his enemy. He had a chance and he took it.

“You’re staring, Tetsu-chan. Am i really that pretty?” He asked covering his cheeks as if he were trying to hide a blush.

Kuroo was fucking tired of everyones bullshit. Its not even 10 am yet. He looked directly into Daishou’s eyes, with a stern, fierce look and was about to say something, when Daishou spoke up again, a little too loud for Tetsurou’s comfort.

“We get it Testu. You’re gay.”