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Not Exactly White Day Material
Apr. 8th, 2017 12:42 pmFandom: Haikyuu!
Pairing: Tsukishima Kei/Kuroo Tetsurou
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff, romance, coffee shop au, secret admirer, mutual pining
Length: ~2.5k
Summary: Someone leaves a White Day gift for Kei at the coffee shop where he works and he doesn't know what to make of it.
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing kurotsuki and my first attempt at writing Haikyuu! or any kind of anime fic. It's ridiculously fluffy but I hope you'll check it out, anyway!
"What's that?" a familiar voice asks and Kei has to resist the urge to turn around and scowl at his co-worker. Kuroo Tetsurou is two years older, two years hotter and two years more unattainable. Kei tries not to look at him at all if he can help it.
"Some White Day prank." Kei shrugs with as much indifference as he can manage. it's not easy to do when Kuroo is standing just inches away. He can hear him breathe, he's so close. He can smell the traces of his citrusy aftershave mingled with the aroma of coffee. He can imagine Kuroo dragging his hand through his black, impossibly spiky hair as he watches Kei with that enigmatic, half-lidded stare. He can feel. . .ugh so many things.
And he hates it. He hates that he's so aware of Kuroo Tetsurou and everything he does.
Pairing: Tsukishima Kei/Kuroo Tetsurou
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff, romance, coffee shop au, secret admirer, mutual pining
Length: ~2.5k
Summary: Someone leaves a White Day gift for Kei at the coffee shop where he works and he doesn't know what to make of it.
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing kurotsuki and my first attempt at writing Haikyuu! or any kind of anime fic. It's ridiculously fluffy but I hope you'll check it out, anyway!
"What's that?" a familiar voice asks and Kei has to resist the urge to turn around and scowl at his co-worker. Kuroo Tetsurou is two years older, two years hotter and two years more unattainable. Kei tries not to look at him at all if he can help it.
"Some White Day prank." Kei shrugs with as much indifference as he can manage. it's not easy to do when Kuroo is standing just inches away. He can hear him breathe, he's so close. He can smell the traces of his citrusy aftershave mingled with the aroma of coffee. He can imagine Kuroo dragging his hand through his black, impossibly spiky hair as he watches Kei with that enigmatic, half-lidded stare. He can feel. . .ugh so many things.
And he hates it. He hates that he's so aware of Kuroo Tetsurou and everything he does.
