Chapter Text
From: brokuto
so how did the date go B)
To: brokuto
im like 10 cm closer to angel eye's dick
From: brokuto
nice
From: Angel Eyes
Would you like to have another study session?
Kuroo blinked, and then yawned down at his phone. He didn't really take in what the text had read, nor whom it was from. It was fucking 6 am on a Monday, could you blame him? Sleepiness was still laced in Kuroo's eyes, voice and soul. Waking up this ungodly early was something Kuroo thought he had finally escaped after finishing highschool. He started considering changing his shifts at the café before he remembered once more that he had a text.
He read it again. And again. And one more time, just for good measure, before it finally began to soak into Kuroo's brain and bones. This was a text from Akaashi, AKA Angel Eyes, and he was asking him a question. A very important one that deals with them two being alone under the pretense of something beneficial.
Kuroo blinked once more.
After staring at the message for a bit longer, he finally lifted his thumbs to reply.
To: Angel Eyes
hell yeah
A simple reply that was good enough for his slow, groggy, 6am mind. Plus, what more could he say? Akaashi asked a yes or no question and a "hell yeah" was more than sufficient.
Shoving his phone back into his pocket, Kuroo left the bathroom and went back to work. Kenma side-eyed him as he returned, but Kuroo paid no mind. Mostly because he was struggling to even try and remember how to make a simple black coffee.
That night, as Kuroo laid in his bed as per usual, he got two calls.
The first was from Bokuto, and it scared Kuroo shitless when he felt his phone suddenly vibrate as an airhorn remix of that Shrek song, "I'm A Believer" blasted at the highest volume setting from his phone speakers. It startled him from his trance of watching game theory videos on Youtube, and it probably gave him some mild form of a heart attack. He swears he saw God himself in that moment that he felt his heart skip a beat in a non-romantic, life threatening way.
After getting over his panic, he slid his thumb across the screen to answer the phone. He held the screen to his ear.
"So," Bokuto starts, and Kuroo can hear the smirk and large grin on Bokuto's face. "I heard Akaash asked you out today,"
"Bro, I literally texted you about it."
"Beside the point! Anyways, I think he's asking you out."
"You just said that's what he did-"
"Bro! You know what I mean!" Kuroo gives a small hum in reply.
"Bro, I think he likes you. 'Cause not only did he not invite me to it, he asked you at 6am."
Kuroo purrs, "Finally, seems like my charm and pick up puns are working,"
"You should get him flowers, bro."
"What? Why? Isn't that too much for a second date?"
"Fuck no! Dude, bro, listen, it doesn't seem like it but Akaashi's a damn slut for romance. I've been to his room. I've seen his bookshelf. He reads romance novels like, 90% of the time."
"How the fuck do you know they were romance novels?"
"Bro, they had titles like "hunky chunky love" and shit like that. Y'know, like Billy Ray Cyrus "Achy Breakey Heart" level cheese."
"Fair point. So, flowers. Anything else to suggest?"
"Uhhh….." Bokuto goes silent for a moment. "Yeah, not really, just flowers and pick up lines and soon his mouth will be all over your dick."
"Bro, why do you say that as if it isn't already?"
"I meant it literally! Anyways, go call Akaashi and make some gay plans. I'll do you a bro favor from the bro-ttom of my bro heart and bro-order you some browlers."
"Browlers?"
"Bro flowers!"
"Don't give me broflowers, I'm going on a gay date, not a bro date, bro."
"…True, ok flowers. You get my point. Go get dick, bro."
"You know it, bro."
"Later, bro."
"Later."
After that call, Kuroo sat up and hunched over his phone, scrolling through his contact list for Akaashi's nick name in his contacts list. For some reason, it was hard to find at first, even when the damn name started with the letter "A". After finding it, and almost pressing the little phone icon to call the number, his phone lights up, vibrates, and a soft piano melody chimes through his phone's speakers. The name on the screen is Angel Eyes, just the person he was about to call. He's so damn thankful he chose that as Akaashi's ringtone, as if it were anything louder, he'd be fucking dead by now.
He slides his finger across and answers the call.
"Hey, Angel Eyes," Kuroo hums in greeting.
"Hello, Kuroo-san."
"Why'd you call? Wanted to hear my voice again?"
Akaashi hesitates to reply, and Kuroo hears it. He grins. "… I wanted to talk about our study plans,"
"What do you want to talk about, beautiful?"
"Uhm.. Would you like to have it at the library, Kuroo-san?"
"I wouldn't mind,"
"Are you ok with Bokuto not being there, as well?" Kuroo rose an eyebrow, but it wasn't like Akaashi could see him doing it.
"Last time went fantastic, Angel eyes, so it's fine."
"Ok. That’s all I wanted to talk about."
Kuroo hums softly, and then a small silence builds between them. Kuroo wonders if Akaashi is playing with the sleeve of his shirt or sweater, as he saw him do it the last time the two of them had a study date. He did it when he was thinking of something to say, Kuroo had noticed.
"...It was nice talking to you again, Kuroo. I'll see you tomorrow,"
Kuroo's eyes widen and he doesn't reply immediately. He was surprised to hear that come out of Akaashi's mouth, plus the fact that Akaashi dropped the -"san" after his name for the first time. Kuroo's heart felt like an arrow pierced through it.
"Nice talking to you too, Angel eyes. See you tomorrow," Kuroo manages to reply, smoothly.
After a soft goodbye from Akaashi, the call ends. And after Kuroo stares at the contact information he has on Akaashi in his phone, his eyes boring holes into the nickname and the little details he put, he sighs, softly and happily, and goes to find Bokuto's contact. He finds it quickly, and calls his best bro up.
"Bro, you will not believe what just happened."
The day of the study date arrives unceremoniously for Akaashi. His alarm rings out a soft tune just abrasive enough to wake him, and at a relaxed pace he gets ready for the day. It's 9am; he has a few hours to till until its 12, so there's no real need to rush. For roughly half an hour, Akaashi merely lays in bed, scrolling through his phone for anything interesting as his body and mind both slowly wake up. Eventually, he pulls himself out of bed to take a quick shower.
Afterwards, he realizes the spare time is nice, as Akaashi notices that he needs it. He now stands at his closet, neatly arranged with his clothing by color, his eyes scanning among the clothes hanging up and neatly folded on wood shelves. For once, he's debating what he should wear. Hastily he tells himself it doesn't matter; really, it doesn’t, Kuroo wasn't going to be focusing on whether he wore a sweater or a button up. But still, the thoughts of looking nice never left him.
It took him longer than usual just to put on some damn clothes because of his new inner struggle. It was probably really stupid to spend 20 minutes constructing an outfit that isn't really anything special, but Akaashi felt he looked especially nice today, so he pushed those thoughts aside and went to make sure he had all his study materials before heading out the door with his messenger bag over his shoulder.
As he walked to the nearby library, he made a short detour at the café, where he ordered his usual pumpkin spiced latte and also got a muffin. He ate his muffin a little faster than he normally would before heading out once more, his latte still in hand and his hunger satiated for the time being. Occasionally he would take out his phone to reply quickly to a few texts, look at any recent news, or take pictures of the scenery, but for most of his walk, it was spent enjoying the comfort of crisp autumn weather.
Akaashi turned around a corner and began walking along a street that was lined with sidewalk and small businesses. Small cafés, art stores, general goods, even a cute little flower shop were along the street. Akaashi checks his watch; it was only 10:45am. After a minute of careful calculation he sees no harm in stopping by at the flower shop. It couldn't hurt, no not at all. He'd make it early to the library regardless, so it's no issue to Akaashi. So, he crosses the road over to the flower shop and walks in.
The wood door rings a pleasant bell, which cues the nice blonde girl behind the counter to chime out her own little melody of a greeting. Akaashi nods his head, and immediately after stepping in, hearing the bell, then the nice girl behind the counter, he hears something else. It's not the soft chime of one bell or the girl, but a low, almost purring voice laced with small panic. Akaashi immediately recognizes the voice as Kuroo, and before he can just stand there some more to think about why the fuck he's here, he sees him, and he's walking towards Akaashi.
Akaashi quickly dashes to an aisle far from Kuroo and squats a little, now hidden among a shit ton of lilac flowers. He can still hear Kuroo, who sounds like he's in a conversation with someone on the phone, as there isn't anyone else there besides the blonde girl and himself, and no one is speaking but him.
"--Are you sure I should go with roses? Don't you think they’re… I dunno.. In your face? Basic?" Kuroo says, and Akaashi scrunches his face. Why was Kuroo getting flowers? Was it for some girl he liked? Why was he doing it today, of all days?
There's a pause where the other person replies, and Kuroo sighs. Akaashi can hear his footsteps as he walks through the aisles of the flowers.
"Bro--" Kuroo starts, but is cut off. "Bro--" He tries again. "BRO. Please, I just wanna be a little more… lowkey. It's weird to be carrying a bouquet period to a place--" He's cut off once more, and Akaashi has a feeling he's talking to Bokuto.
"Ok, fine, I'll get a bouquet, but no fucking crazy big ass flowers. I don't think he likes a big display of shit either."
Akaashi's eyebrow raises in curiosity. It's a he? He's not surprised on a large scale, but now that he thinks about it, Kuroo does seem the time to play for both teams. Still, it's odd that he's doing this--
Akaashi is pulled from his thoughts midway by a timid tap to his shoulder. He looks to where the tapping came from, and next to him is the blonde girl from behind the counter. From this proximity he can see that she looks really young and rather cute, in a childish sort of way. Some of her hair is tied up in a little ponytail on the side of her head, tied off with a hair tie that has hearts along the band. Her face looks extremely nervous, and Akaashi isn't sure why. He stands up straight a little, but not enough to reveal him from among the lilacs. Thank God this girl is short, because crouching a little wouldn't be this acceptable otherwise.
"U-uhm, excuse me? Sir? Why are you crouching in the lilacs?" She asks, her voice shakey at first but she slowly gains confidence in her words. Her nervousness is still laced in her words, however.
Akaashi's mind goes blank. There's really no way out of this situation without lying terribly or telling the real bad story of the truth. There was no way Akaashi could get out of this without sounding ridiculous and stupid. Slowly Akaashi starts to panic, as this amount of silence is becoming too long, and too much.
"I like lilacs," He says quickly, blurting it out a bit louder than he'd like. He winces slightly, and tries to hear if there's a stall in whatever Kuroo is saying; there isn't. Akaashi sighs in quiet relief.
"O-ok… please don't… steal them, sir." She says, clearly coming up with her words right then and there, sounding unsure of herself. Oh God, I've fucked up, Akaashi thinks to himself.
"Sorry, I'll just… head out. Thank you." Akaashi says, hopefully reassuring the girl that he won't do anything harmful to the store or her by just leaving the damn place. She nods in reply and then scurries off like a little mouse, back to behind the counter. Akaashi feels her eyes on him. With slight disappointment, Akaashi manages to leave the store without gaining the attention of Kuroo, who is busy poking at some daisies at the other side of the store, still in heated discussion with Bokuto on the phone.
After leaving the store, Akaashi lets out a soft breath before he realizes how creepy and nosy he had been. It was really inappropriate of him to eavesdrop on Kuroo, especially about something he clearly didn't need to know about. So what if Kuroo was buying flowers? Who cares who it was for and why? If Kuroo ever wants to tell him about it, that's how Akaashi will know then. Till then, he won't know shit just like he should.
Akaashi continued on his walk to the library, doing his best to forget about what just happened. What the fuck was Akaashi thinking?
Akaashi reached the library with little less than an hour to spare. Considering he walked a bit slow and leisurely, he was surprised he got there with still some time to himself. However, he realized that he probably had more time than he thought because he barely spent any time at the damn flower shop being a snoop. Whatever, Akaashi thinks to himself.
The library is it's usual business; its not packed by any means nor is it empty, either. Students, mostly, it appears are scattered around the large library, some doing book research, some reading, some on computers. There's that comfortable silence hanging around the area, and Akaashi remembers once more why he loves this place.
He walks through the aisles of shelves of books to busy himself, looking for any books that seem interesting for casual reading later. He hasn't visited this library in well over a month, and it's been a while since he last read a book for a mere want to read. So he drifts his way through the shelves, mostly picking up books by book title and cover in specific genre sections of the library. Surprisingly, Akaashi kills a lot of time by doing this. The next time he checks his watch, it's nearly noon. Deciding to check out one of the books he found, he goes to the front desk and checks the book out and puts it away within his bag. He thanks the kind lady at the counter, before going and finding a relatively empty area for study where he and Kuroo can talk quietly and not bother really anyone. He finds one, a bit far from the entrance but perfectly barren. There's one person roaming the shelves, but otherwise its devoid of people. He chooses a table and sits down, setting his bag down in a chair and he pulls out his phone. He sees he has a message from Kuroo, sent roughly five minutes ago and then another one, right that moment, just sent.
From: Kuroo-San
hey im rlly close meet me outside the library
From: Kuroo-San
im outside angel eyes ;)
Akaashi raises an eyebrow at the texts. It's odd to want to meet up outside the building, but if it's what Kuroo wants, Akaashi doesn't mind. He types out his reply quickly, before getting up and putting his bag back over his shoulder and heading out to the entrance of the library.
To: Kuroo-San
I'm already inside, but I'm coming out now.
It doesn't take long for Akaashi to exit the building and find Kuroo. Though, immediately when he sees Kuroo, he feels a pang of guilt for what he did earlier, and briefly considers running away, though decides against it, as its fucking rude.
Kuroo's back is first facing Akaashi as he walks up, and it looks like his head is downward, looking at his phone, probably. Soon, though, Akaashi's feet softly tapping on the ground cues Kuroo in and he turns around. Akaashi sees, in a flash of brief color, something quickly shoved to behind his back with one arm before Kuroo greets Akaashi with a big grin. Akaashi doesn't have too much time to think about whatever that was before Kuroo starts to speak.
"Heeeey, Angel eyes," He says, and Akaashi merely nods in reply with a soft hum.
"Why did you want to meet up outside, Kuroo-san?" Akaashi asks, his head tilting to the side slightly.
Kuroo seems slightly taken aback by the question, as his eyebrows raise a little but his surprise fades.
"I thought you were done with calling me Kuroo-san," Kuroo notices, evading the question.
"It was a one time thing," Akaashi easily replies. Kuroo frowns, playfully.
"I hope what we are isn't a one time thing," Kuroo quickly recovers, winking. Akaashi turns his head away, huffing softly. Red tints his cheeks.
Kuroo then quietly clears his throat, and when Akaashi turns his head, Kuroo has a small bouquet of red tulips in his hands, and the gentlest grin on his face. There's the slightest peppering of red on his cheeks too, and before Akaashi can say a word, he realizes everything, and his face explodes into red. From the tips of his ears to the apples of his cheeks, they're all a deep red. His face matches the colors of the tulips, and it makes everything worse.
In that moment, everything connects together. Kuroo was talking to Bokuto about what flowers he should get Akaashi.
Akaashi was the boy the flowers were going to be given to.
When he wanted to meet Akaashi outside, it was because its probably a more romantic setting for…
Akaashi's eyes meet Kuroo's, and there's not one ounce of smugness in them. Akaashi's eyes are wide and his mouth is slightly agape with disbelief.
Kuroo finally speaks.
"Angel eyes… I'm pretty sure my flirting made it obvious, but.." It looks like Kuroo wants to break eye contact, due to a sudden nervousness swirling in them, but he keeps the eye contact. He holds out the red tulips.
"Akaashi, do you want to go on a date with me?"