Kuroshou (1) (AU, A, F)

๐•‹๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Ž๐•’๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ค (๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•ฃ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•— ๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–): ๐”น๐•ฉ๐”น, ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•”๐•– ๐”ป๐•’๐•š๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ, ๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•• ๐•๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•’๐•˜๐•–, ๐•“๐•๐• ๐• ๐••, ๐•ง๐•š๐•ง๐•š๐•• ๐••๐•–๐•ค๐•”๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•— ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ


๐•Š๐•‹๐”ธ๐• ๐•Š๐”ธ๐”ฝ๐”ผ!!


||๐•Š๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•ž๐•’๐•ฅ๐•– ๐”ธ๐•Œ (๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช ๐•ž๐•’๐•ฃ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•˜๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•ž๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–'๐•ค ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ)||


||๐”ฝ๐•€โ„๐•Š๐•‹ โ„™๐”ผโ„๐•Š๐•†โ„• โ„™๐•†๐• (๐”ป๐”ธ๐•€๐•Šโ„๐•†๐•Œ)||


I draw a lot. I just don't have paper. What do you draw on if you don't have paper? Yourself of course! I get bullied about it a lot. My parents don't like it either. I can't stop though. It's addicting. Even if I do stop for a few days, if I see a permanent marker, I just draw. I mainly draw snakes and cats. I sometimes write. There are times that I don't remember drawing flowers and writing inspirational quotes, but I just assume that I just don't remember.


"๐ป๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ท๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰." -๐ป๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‹๐‘’๐“Ž ๐‘€๐’พ๐“๐“€


I was drawing one day, and that just appeared on my right arm. I definetly can't write that well with my left hand, so I wrote something on my left.ย 


"๐™ธ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š '๐š‘๐š˜๐š–๐š˜๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š‹๐š’๐šŠ'. ๐™ธ๐š'๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ ๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š‹๐š’๐šŠ. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž'๐š›๐šŽ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž'๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐š•๐šŽ." -๐™ผ๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐š— ๐™ต๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—


๐ป๐’ถ๐’ฝ๐’ถ


๐™ท๐š˜๐š  ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐š–๐šŽ?


๐’ฒ๐‘’'๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“๐“‚๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“ˆ


๐™ฝ๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข.


๐’ด๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž


๐™ท๐š˜๐š ?


๐’œ๐“ƒ๐“Ž ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€ ๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐’ท๐“‡๐“Š๐’พ๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’'๐“ˆ ๐’ท๐‘œ๐’น๐“Ž ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‡ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“๐“‚๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’'๐“ˆ ๐’ท๐‘œ๐’น๐“Ž


๐™ธ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š—๐š˜๐š !


๐ป๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐‘œ๐“๐’น ๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š, ๐“ˆ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“€๐‘’?


๐™ฒ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐šข ๐š–๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘? ๐™ธ'๐š– ๐šŠ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š›๐š ๐šข๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š› ๐š’๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šœ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š˜๐š˜๐š•. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž, ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š?


๐’ฎ๐’ถ๐“‚๐‘’. ๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“๐’พ๐“€๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“€๐‘’๐“ˆ. ๐ผ ๐“๐’พ๐“€๐‘’ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“‰๐“ˆ. ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐“Œ๐‘œ ๐’น๐‘œ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‡๐“‚๐’ถ๐“๐“๐“Ž ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‰ ๐’ถ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘”.


๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—'๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š ๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—'๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐š, ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’๐š?


๐’ช๐’ป ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰, ๐“ˆ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“€๐‘’


๐™พ๐š”๐šŠ๐šข ๐š ๐šŽ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š— "๐šœ๐š—๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ" ๐šŠ๐š—๐š "๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š". ๐š†๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐™ธ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž?


๐’ฒ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐‘œ, ๐’ฌ๐“Š๐‘’๐“‡๐’น๐’พ๐‘œ/๐’ถ


๐™ธ'๐š– ๐šŠ ๐š๐šž๐šข.


๐’ฌ๐“Š๐‘’๐“‡๐’น๐’พ๐‘œ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ƒ.ย ๐ผ ๐’ถ๐“‚ ๐“‰๐‘œ๐‘œ, ๐’ท๐“Ž ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž


๐š‚๐š™๐šŠ๐š—๐š’๐šœ๐š‘?ย ๐š†๐šŽ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š˜.


๐’œ๐“Œ ๐ผ ๐“๐’พ๐“€๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰


๐™ถ๐š˜๐š˜๐š. ๐™ธ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š—๐š˜๐š . ๐™ฒ๐š•๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ. ๐šƒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š” ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š˜.


๐ต๐“Ž๐‘’ ๐’ฌ๐“Š๐‘’๐“‡๐’น๐’พ๐‘œ


I smiled at my arm. I finally met a guy who I like. I didn't know that he liked me back though.


๐•‹โ„๐•€๐”พ๐”พ๐”ผโ„ ๐•Ž๐”ธโ„โ„•๐•€โ„•๐”พ: ๐”น๐•๐• ๐• ๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ง๐•š๐•ง๐•š๐•• ๐••๐•–๐•ค๐•”๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•— ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ


I capped my pen and began to walk to class. I stopped by my locker and grabbed a few different colored permanent markers. I was about to close it when someone slammed my head against the locker door. I fell to the ground after I hit it.


"Well well well. Someone's drawing on himself again! You know that's bad for you Daishou!" It was Akuhei Hotaro. He constantly picked on me. Especially when I drew on myself. There was blood running down my face. Romeo! Oh God, he's being hurt!


Akuhei kicked me in the stomach. I cried out in pain. More writing appeared on my arm.


๐’ฌ๐“Š๐‘’๐“‡๐’น๐’พ๐‘œ! ๐’œ๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘œ๐“€๐’ถ๐“Ž? ๐’ฒ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“…๐“…๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”? ๐’œ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐“Œ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“‚๐‘’!


I couldn't answer my Romeo. I was kicked down to the ground again.


๐’ฒ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š?


Akuhei picked me up by my shirt and threw me into my locker, my body hitting wet ink that marked the name of my school and section on my arm.


๐ผ'๐“๐“ ๐’ท๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐’ฌ๐“Š๐‘’๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘œ


Akuhei continued to kick me all over my body. I coughed up blood after about two more kicks. "There we go. Just sit there and die. Then, you can't draw anymore." The boy kicking me smiled evilly. The only thought going through my head was Romeo. I never got to meet him.. Romeo...


The kicks kept coming. I did nothing to stop them. My vision was blurry. I saw my friends watching. Numai looked like he wanted to stop Akuhei, but he knew I wouldn't let him fight my battles. Hiroo, Sakishima, and Takachiho were surprisingly holding back Kuguri who was trying to help me. Akama and Seguro were standing by Numai in case he tried to help. Sorry my darling underclassmen. You're wonderful.ย I closed my eyes, waiting for more kicks. I couldn't move to fight back. I just waited to be knocked unconscious or helped by a teacher.


As Akuhei was about to kick me again, someone pulled him away from me. I opened my eyes saw red clothes. Is that the Nekoma Section colors? What is someone from there doing here?


"What the?! Who do you think you are?! Get out of here, kitty cat! You have no business with us snakes!" Hotaro pushed the person out of the way.


"Leave him alone!" I knew the voice, but I couldn't pinpoint a name. "What the hell did he do to you?!"


"I'm trying to help him, dickwad!"


"HOW IS HURTING HIM HELPING, ASSHOLE?!" There it was. The name to the voice. Kuroo Tetsurou. Why is he here?ย Is he...


"Romeo?" I asked softly. He didn't hear me.


"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" My Romeo was there, fighting for me. I was very happy. It was at that moment I passed out from blood loss and pain.


๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’šโ„™๐•†๐• โ„‚๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•– ๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•“๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— โ„•๐• ๐•™๐•–๐•“๐•š ๐•”๐•’๐•ž๐•–๐• ๐•ค ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š(๐•„๐•š๐•œ๐•’ ๐•™๐•’๐•ค๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•˜๐• ๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•’ ๐•”๐•’๐•ž๐•–๐•  ๐•ช๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•’ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐• ๐•Ÿ. ๐•๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•–.)๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š


I got worried when my head started bleeding. I was on my way to class with my friends Yaku and Kai. They were the first ones to notice.


"Kuroo, your head is bleeding." I instantly thought of Querdio.


In case you were wondering, Querdio means "Dear". I thought it was cute.


"Do you have a pen? Or a marker?" I asked them. Yaku pulled out a red permanent marker. "Thanks." I wrote on my arm. I didn't get a response. "Shit.." I mumbled. That granted a hit from Yaku. I wrote again. This time, I got a pain my arm and print.


สœแด€ษชแด‹สแดœแดœ สœษชษขสœ ๊œฑแด„สœแดแดสŸ (ษดแดสœแด‡ส™ษช ๊œฑแด‡แด„แด›ษชแดษด)


"I'll be right back! I know I might be late to class! Trust me!" I ran to the Nohebi Section of the school. I saw what was happening. Someone was beating up another kid. Judging by how I was feeling pain, I had to stop the person from hurting my Querdio.ย 


I ran in and grabbed him from behind before he could kick him again. I had no idea what I was doing. I didn't know what to do other than stop him. "Leave him alone!"


The rest was a blur. I only know there was yelling until a teacher took him away. I turned around to see an unconscious Daishou Suguru. I had helped Daishou Suguru. My soulmate is Daishou Suguru. I fell in love with Daishou Suguru. My Querdio is Daishou Suguru


I ran to him and grabbed him taking him to the nurse's office. We were both patched up.


๐Ÿ’—โ™ฅ ๐•‹๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•ค๐•œ๐•š๐•ก ๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•“๐•ช ๐•๐•’๐•œ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•‚๐•’๐•š ๐•”๐•’๐•ž๐•–๐• ๐•ค โ™ฅ๐Ÿ’—


It was hours later when Querdio woke up. He was dazed and didn't speak until I grabbed his hand and spoke. "Hello Querdio."


"Romeo?" He looked at me. "Kuroo?"


"It's me, Querdio." I smiled and showed him my arm.


"You're my Romeo." He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. "I love you, Romeo."


"I love you too, Querdio." I hugged him back. I was happy.


๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿโ„™๐•†๐• ๐•Š๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™ ๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•“๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฆ๐•ก๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•”๐•’๐•ž๐•–๐• ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ
๐Ÿ๐Ÿ(โ„๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ค! ๐•„๐•š๐•œ๐•’ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— โ„•๐•–๐•œ๐• ๐•ž๐•’!)๐Ÿ๐Ÿ


It was truly perfect. I was in my Romeo's arms. I was in Kuroo Tetsurou's arms. Such a shame that the moment had to end. Damn cats. Ruining everything.


"Kuroo! Are you okay?! What the hell happened?!" A short strawberry blonde boy ran in, with a taller boy with shaved hair behind him. Yaku Morisuke and Kai Nobuyuki. Another few guys followed, but they were more outside of the small nurse's office.


"Yaku! Calm down! I'm okay!" My prince smiled at them calmly. It was adorable.


"You're sure? You're hugging Daishou Suguru." Another voice said from outside the door. I recognized it as Shibayama Yuuki.


"Yes, I'm sure." Kuroo seemed a bit annoyed but also that he expected the questions.


"He's liked Daishou for a while. He was just scared to tell him. I told you that you would be fine Kuro." That one was Kozume Kenma. He was on his game, but Yaku pulled him in.


"Yeah, whatever. Thanks Pudding Head."


"Excuse me! I need to get through!" A female voice came from behind the boys. "Please let me through!" She managed to get through and come over to me.


"Mika~Chan!" I wasn't surprised she was here. Yamaka Mika always showed up when stuff like this happened. She was always here holding my hand, making sure I was okay. She isย  my best friend. She says she will always be here for me.


"Suguru, what are all these people doing here? Did you finally tell Kuroo?" Mika asked softly. She smiled at that second question. I blushed lightly.


"They are here because of Kuroo, and yes." The blush grew on my face when Kuroo wrapped my hand in his. Mika smiled at this.


"Good. I want to be at the wedding." My face exploded in red with that comment. Kuroo just pulled me closer.


"Yep." I looked at him. He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. I lay my head on his chest.


๐Ÿ˜พ ๐•‹๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•Š๐•œ๐•š๐•ก ๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•“๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– โ„•๐•–๐•œ๐• ๐•ž๐•’ โ„‚๐•™๐•–๐•–๐•ฃย ๐Ÿ˜พ



Kuroo and I were going on another date.


๐ผ'๐“‚ ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‰๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’น๐‘’.


He is still using the writing system. It's easier for him, I guess.


I went outside and there he was. He had flowers. He was wearing a flannel and jeans. I was wearing a t shirt and jeans.


"I feel under dressed. Where are we going anyway?" I smiled.


"You're not under dressed. You might want a jacket though." He gave me a warm smile.


"I'll go get one then." I ran inside and grabbed the jacket he got me for our 3 year anniversary. I ran back outside. "Okay let's go." I grabbed Kuroo's arm and we walked to his car. He took us to his house. There were red flowers leading to a side gate from the car. "Is this it?"


"Yep." He quickly got out and opened my door for me. He helped me out of the car.


"Such a gentleman!" I laughed. We followed the path. On the other side of the gate, there were green flowers leading us to a table, Mika, Kuguri, Kai, and Yaku were dressed as waiters, but Mika was wearing a chef's hat as well.


"Here we are!" Kuroo smiled and pulled my chair out for me.


"What's all this? Just for little old me?" I laughed. "Thanks guys."


Hours later, we finished the most delicious meal Mika's ever cooked. I was definitely in a good mood. Kuroo could tell I was by the look on his face.


"Hey Querido?" He used my old nickname from him. The one he gave me when we first got together. I used this opportunity to use his.


"Yes Romeo?"


"Can I ask you something?" He stood up. I was scared. I've only ever once seen anyone like this. That was when Mika broke up with me.


"Y-Yeah?" I stuttered, hoping he wasn't doing what I thought he was doing. "W-What's up?"


He bent down. My Romeo was on one knee. It was the opposite of what I was thinking. "Will you marry me?" I covered my mouth.


"Babe..." Tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt like the happiest man in the world. "Yes! Of course!" I hugged him. He hugged me back quickly. He slid the ring onto my finger. It was perfect. I kissed him. Tears continued down my face.


"Te amo Querido."


"I love you too!"


๐Ÿ™๐Ÿก๐Ÿ˜๐ŸŸ ๐•Ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค

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