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Kuroo likes some things, he dislikes other.
He likes cats, chemistry, knock knock jokes. He really likes Bokuto. He’s like his brother from another mother, they click way too well for some other’s liking and have the same interests. He likes to think about their future together in college, side by side. They’ve played together a lot, but they’ve never really played together.
Kuroo and Bokuto have always been on opposite sites of the net and now that they were soon heading off to college, they’ll play side by side.
Kuroo doesn’t like the fact that he won’t be together with Kenma anymore. It wasn’t the first time they were apart, Kenma was a year under him. But even if Kuroo was in another school than him, they’ve always been so close to each other. He was his childhood best friend, always right there next to him and he’d only have to walk a little bit to reach his best friend’s house, since it was right next to his.
He doesn’t like leaving his old team and friends behind. Of course Kuroo will try to keep up with them and not completely lose them, but he knows it’ll be hard and impossible to stay in contact with all of them.
Yes, there are things he likes and dislikes.
And then there are things he hates .
Kuroo hated storms. He was fine with a little rain, just not big storms. He hated onions and papayas. He really hated tennis. You’d think because he’s so fit and good at volleyball he might be naturally good at tennis too, right? Wrong. He was terrible at tennis. He hated whenever one of his aunts (he has six of them) would talk about how messy his hair was and why he styles it this way when in reality it’s just his messy bed hair.
But most of all, he hated Daishou Suguru.
He probably hated him more than tennis. Kuroo would probably rather eat onions and papayas than having to spend time with Daishou. Fuck it, he’d probably eat a papaya stuffed with onions. He wouldn’t even mind being in a room with his six aunts who will talk about his appearance as long as Daishou was far, far away from him.
Kuroo didn’t have any allergy, but if he had, it was probably Daishou. An allergy in human form. Sly, stupid Daishou. Something about him makes Kuroo all riled up. At least it was good to know that Kuroo had the same effect on Daishou. It was mutual hatred.
So how exactly did he end up here on a bed next to Daishou?
Okay, gather your thoughts, Kuroo. Fact was, he was in a bedroom he didn’t know and half naked; pants unzipped and shirtless. Another fact: Daishou Suguru, his greatest enemy was lying right next to him. Kuroo had no idea if he was wearing any clothes, since the duvet was covering his whole body.
What else? Kuroo remembered that he had been at a college party with Bokuto and the both of them got really drunk… That was their first college party! They weren’t college students yet, the semester hadn’t started, but Bokuto knew the host since he used to be on Fukurodani’s volleyball team.
And then… Kuroo didn’t remember what happened then. Fuck, he was half naked, had a hangover, woke up in the bedroom of a stranger, didn’t remember anything and woke up next to Daishou.
“Oh no,” Kuroo murmured. “No, no, no…”
“Shut up.” Daishou didn’t seem to be really awake yet, just grumbling those words while he was half awake, and turned away from Kuroo and faced the wall.
“Daishou, you fucker,” Kuroo said, shaking Daishou’s body.
“Shut up! Let me sleep!”
“Dude, who the fuck cares? Wake up!” Kuroo tore the duvet away from Daishou’s body, who crouched by the sudden action.
Shit. He wasn’t naked, but he didn’t wear any pants. Just briefs and pants. “What the fuck?!” Daishou snarled, turning to him. Then his face went blank. “Kuroo! What are you- Oh .”
“Oh?!” It seemed Daishou remembered what happened. “What are you doing here? I mean- no. What am I doing here? Where am I? What the fuck happened last night and please… Please don’t tell me we did it.”
Daishou sat up, his cheeks reddening, and took the duvet back to cover his body. “Shit, it’s fucking cold. Where are our clothes?”
“Who the fuck cares?!” Kuroo grabbed Daishou’s shoulders and shook him. “What happened? We didn’t… have sex, did we?”
Daishou patted his hands away. “Don’t touch me. Also, don’t tell me you don’t remember?”
“Remember what ?!” No, this can’t be. Not even on his drunkest stage would he ever sleep with Daishou Suguru! He hated him! He was a sneaky little snake and… he wasn’t even Kuroo’s type.
Daishou looked around and then got up when he spotted his clothes on the ground and put on his pants. “By the way, we’re still at the host’s place.”
“What?”
Daishou was fumbling with his belt and then looked up, right into Kuroo’s eyes. “Takeo is my cousin,” he explained. “That’s his room.”
Takeo, that was Bokuto’s former senpai’s flatmate.
“Oh. That explains why you’re here… But I don’t remember you at the party.”
“I came late,” Daishou said.
Kuroo nodded. “Makes sense. I mean- what? No, it doesn’t make sense. What happened now?”
Daishou took a look at his phone and Kuroo got up from the bed. “Don’t ignore me!”
And this sly fucking bastard just looked up and smirked at him. “Not my problem you forgot.”
“Well, duh, it kind of is! We hate each other! Do you even like guys? Weren’t you dating that one girl? What was her name, Mika?” Kuroo asked, but Daishou ignored him.
“God, you piss me off even more than usual,” Kuroo groaned.
“Likewise, Tetsu-chan,” Daishou said.
“Don’t call me that! Now, just answer to my questions!”
Daishou ran his hand through his hair. “Yes and no. We broke up.”
Kuroo blinked. “What was the ‘yes’ for again?”
“Figure it out for yourself, idiot!” Daishou snarled at him and left the room.
Kuroo thought his first time would be with a cute girl or guy. Someone pretty who had dated for a while and then it would happen on his bed or theirs and everything would be nice. Not that he would be drunk and then do it on a stranger’s bed with no memory of it the next day. Not with Daishou Suguru.
Daishou was everything but cute.
Okay, maybe they haven’t even had sex. But how did he explain that they both had been half naked?
Maybe they have just made out or something. Exchange some drunk, sloppy kisses. He bets Daishou was a horrible kisser. That was better, but still horrible. Because it was Daishou !
Bokuto laughed.
“Don’t laugh, I’m having a crisis here!” Kuroo said.
“Sorry, bro, that sucks,” his friend quickly said.
“Thanks.” Kuroo hugged his pillow to his chest and turned to Kenma. “What do you have to say?”
“Drink less,” Kenma replied and Kuroo sighed.
“Yeah, trust me, I will. I don’t ever want to wake up half naked next to Daishou again with no memory of what happened. And that idiot clearly knows what happened, but he didn’t tell me!” Kuroo complained. “What if I lost my virginity and don’t know? I couldn’t consent to it, I was drunk as hell!”
Bokuto nodded. “Yeah, I mean, I left the party earlier, but I still remember a little bit.”
“What do you remember?”
“Uh… You were drunk as hell… and so was Daishou. You both were arguing over something over Beer Pong. You threw up I think, or that might have been me…” Bokuto put his thumb to his chin and furrowed his brows. “Sorry, I don’t remember anything else.”
“Akaashi was sober when he picked you up, right? Maybe he knows! Ask him!” Kuroo shouted. “I need to know! Oh my god, if something between me and Daishou really happened… I think I’ll have to throw up again.”
“Please don’t do it here,” Kenma said.
“Why did he have to be there anyway? I don’t even remember that he came to the party late! Bokuto, why didn’t you tell me one of the hosts is his cousin?”
“I didn’t know! They don’t even have the same last name,” Bokuto said and Kuroo sighed, lowering his head. “But I doubt Akaashi knows much more than I do, he was just there for a short time to get me home, because I was too drunk.”
“I suppose it means I wasn’t that drunk yet,” Kuroo said. “Or else he would’ve carried me home too.”
“That or you’re better in hidig it than Bokuto,” Kenma suggested and Kuroo groaned.
“This isn’t just about me having a drunk hook up with anyone! It’s Daishou! We hate him!”
“ You hate him, I don’t.”
“Really?”
Kenma hesitated for a while and Kuroo grinned. “Knew it.”
“I just don’t like him, I don’t hate him,” Kenma explained.
“I still don’t get why you hate each other,” Bokuto said. Kuroo shook his head.
“This isn’t the time and place to discuss that, I have other problems. A snake problem. A… snoblem.”
Bokuto laughed and patted his back. “Ha, good one.”
Daishou gasped underneath him, his eyes lidded, lips parted and cheeks red. He looked nothing like the Daishou Kuroo knew. Not the one all parents and teachers loved, the one who combed his hair neatly and gave them the polite and innocent smiles that won them over. No, instead his hair was a mess, some strains sticking to his forehead from the sweat, most of it splayed on the pillow under his head.
A fucking mess and Kuroo loved it. He loved seeing Daishou exactly how his personality was, messy and dirty with some drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, where Kuroo’s thumb rested. Daishou’s tongue darted out and he closed his eyes as his hands grab onto Kuroo’s hand and he starts sucking on his finger.
“Fuck,” Kuroo groaned. His other free hand roamed over Daishou’s body. Their difference in skin color wasn’t grand, Kuroo was just slightly paler than him, but he liked how it looked like. Daishou’s body was his and he was using it as he wanted, messing it up with bite marks and bruises from gripping onto Daishou’s hips a little bit too hard as he thrusts into him.
But Daishou doesn’t seem to mind. He lets go of Kuroo’s hand to moan loudly when Kuroo bites into the crook of his neck and lifts Daishou’s leg to get a better angle.
“Ah, Tetsu-chan!”
And god, does Kuroo hate it. Hates how Daishou always calls him Tetsu-chan with his stupid sly smirk, as if they were close enough for him to call Kuroo by his first name, yet alone Tetsu-chan. But right now Daishou was moaning it out of pleasure and pain and all of that because of Kuroo.
“Fuck, Daishou,” Kuroo groans, picking up a faster pace.
His mind is blank, he can’t think straight right now. Everything that’s fueling Kuroo’s body is just his hatred for Daishou and the pleasure from being in him and it feels so good. He’s so hot and needy for Kuroo and he screams his name in a tone Kuroo never knew he wanted to hear before.
Kuroo opens his mouth, wants to say something, something about what a mess Daishou is right now, how his parents would react if they knew their little perfect son is spreading his legs for Kuroo so easily, how perfect he looks when his body is so needy for Kuroo as he meets each of Kuroo’s thrusts, but he can’t. No words come out of his lips and he…
Wakes up.
Kuroo wakes up and widens his eyes and mouths. He sits up quickly, looks down at himself and groans. He hides his face in shame. Nobody is here, but he’s ashamed of himself. For god’s sake, why the fuck did he have a wet dream about Daishou out of all people? He’d prefer anyone, but him!
“Fuck,” he cursed. “This can’t be true.”
It was. He dreamt of fucking Daishou and the sound of his voice moaning Kuroo’s name is still echoing in Kuroo’s head. And he now had to change his sheets. Fucking Daishou Suguru, all of this was his fault.
This wasn’t his first wet dream, but never had he ever dreamt of someone he wasn’t attracted to. Because Kuroo sure as hell wasn’t attracted to Daishou.
Wait…
Kuroo reaches out for his phone and dials Bokuto’s number.
“Bro, I love you, but it’s like seven am, I want to sleep,” his friend answered.
“You know when people dream of things that has happened to them before? Like flashbacks?”
Bokuto groans. “You mean like in movies? Don’t they just do it for storytelling purpose? Never happened to me before.”
“But what if it did for me? I just… had a weird dream,” Kuroo explained.
“You remembered something?”
“I mean, I don’t know! Probably! There’s no other way to explain… this .” Kuroo swallowed, not knowing what to say. He knew he could tell his best friend everything, but how do you explain you had a wet dream about your rival?
“This,” Bokuto repeated and yawned. “Help me out, man, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, like, I might remember what happened at the party,” Kuroo explained.
“Oh, what happened?”
“I think I fucked Daishou,” Kuroo said.
“What?!” And then added by, “So you dreamt about fucking Daishou.”
Kuroo groaned. “Please tell me Akaashi isn’t next to you and heard that.” Bokuto didn’t reply. “He’s right next to you, isn’t he?”
“Sorry? But Akaashi won’t tell anyone! He says he doesn’t care, he just wants to sleep.”
Kuroo sighed. “Okay, it’s okay, don’t worry. But… I mean, it makes sense, no?”
“Or you just want to fuck Daishou,” Bokuto said.
“Bro. No. I’m disgusted, you’d even think that,” Kuroo said. Though the dream had been nice and… No! Kuroo shook his head. “Nah, I mean, he’s still Daishou . You know? A big pain in the ass.”
“Ha, guess you’re his pain in the ass.”
Kuroo chuckled. Bokuto always managed to cheer him up. “Ha, you’re right.”
They both laughed, until Akaashi’s voice was on the phone. “I’m sorry, Kuroo-san, but it’s a Sunday and very early so if it isn’t that important can you call later?”
“Uh, yeah, sorry, Akaashi. I’m just gonna call Kenma.”
“I doubt he’d pick up the phone at this time,” Akaashi replied.
Yeah, that was right. Kuroo sighed. “Okay, good night.”
It had been a week since the party and that stupid dream didn’t get out of Kuroo’s head, so he finally decided to take matters into his own hands. They only had two more weeks until college started and Kuroo wanted everything to be settled by then. He can’t be distracted when college starts, right?
So he drives all the way to Daishou’s place. Bokuto helped him out with that one, they asked Daishou’s cousin who had been reluctant at first, but when he found out it was for Kuroo he helped them out.
Apparently Daishou lived near his new college, which was of course Aoyama Gakuin University, the private university for rich kids. Kuroo wasn’t surprised about that, Daishou was one of them anyway and liked to show off. What to expect from the only son of a rich politician?
He was, however, still baffled when he saw the apartment building. God, the rent must be expensive as hell. Usual college students lived in the dorms or in a crappy run down apartment (like he and Bokuto did), not in a place like that.
There even was a doorman who eyed Kuroo suspiciously. Another reason why he disliked Daishou. Did he have to be this extra? He could’ve just lived in a normal apartment, but no, instead he had to live here and practically throwing mommy’s and daddy’s money out of the window.
They probably don’t expect guests like Kuroo. He doesn’t exactly look a perfect candidate for a son in law with his messy bed hair and washed out ripped jeans.
He tells the doorman that he’s here to visit Daishou and the guy calls him. After a short while, he nods and tells Kuroo where to find his apartment. God, was that exhausting! Kuroo should just turn and walk away, but he has already come so far.
The elevator has annoying music too, and looks way too fancy. Daishou lives on the eighth floor, so he has to wait a little while. Luckily, nobody else enters the elevator and as soon as he steps out, Kuroo stops.
He could still turn around and go. Sure, Daishou was expecting him now, but he could just say it was a prank or something. He didn’t have to see Daishou. Not after he had that weird dream about him and he thought about him way too often in that way afterwards.
“Just do it,” Kuroo muttered to himself and searches for Daishou’s place. The door is open and Daishou is standing in front of it, so it’s easy.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked.
“You’re not going to invite me in?” Kuroo raised his eyebrows.
“Please, I wouldn’t want you in my place.”
Kuroo scoffed. “Heh, I’m not surprised you’re so defensive over your palace, rich kid.”
“Fine, come in!”
Kuroo grinned and entered the place. “Don’t worry, I don’t want to be here anyway. I’ll leave as soon as possible.”
“You’re the one who came here uninvited,” Daishou said. “Don’t pretend to hate it.”
“But I do. What, you’re not going to offer me something to drink?”
“Didn’t know you’d want to drink poison that bad, Tetsu-chan,” Daisho replied and Kuroo sighed.
“Fair enough, I’d spit in your drink.”
“What do you want?”
Kuroo took a deep breathe. “Last week.”
“Oh god, not this again-”
“I just have to confirm something, okay?”
“Confirm what ?” Daishou asked him. He wasn’t that much shorter than Kuroo, but he still had to look up and that was when he looked at Daishou for the first time since the visit. Really looked at him. An image of his dream flashed before his mind and Kuroo blushed. “What?”
“Okay, whatever i’m gonna do now, don’t forget I despite you.”
“Likewise, but what are you-”
And Kuroo leaned down and kissed him. Daishou was too surprised to react at first, but when Kuroo didn’t back away from the kiss, but instead put his thumb on Daishou’s chin to lift his head, he kissed him back.
Kuroo closed his eyes and it was… different. He opened his lips. Maybe this will help his memories. When he darted out his tongue, Daishou pulled him back and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
“What the hell was that?!”
“A kiss,” Kuroo said and did the same, wiping his mouth. “I don’t get it.”
“You don’t get it? You kissed me !” Daishou shouted. His face was completely red by now.
“Why are you so fucking embarrassed? Didn’t we already make out last week?”
“What? No! You were just really fucking drunk and so was I and you collapsed on my cousin’s bed when I brought you there and then we both were tired and went to sleep!”
“Why were we half naked?”
“I don’t know? We were drunk, you were hot- I mean… You felt hot. And you stripped and I hated sleeping with jeans, because they’re uncomfortable!” Daishou cried. “Nothing happened!”
“That makes no sense,” Kuroo said. “Why the fuck did I have that sex dream about you then?”
“You had what ?”
Oh shit.