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Kuroo lets his hand drop. Well, that's embarrassing. "It's the new Tokyo style," he says with a grin. He's joking, obviously, but he has to try to cover his awkwardness somehow. He tries once more to flatten it but it springs back up, same as ever.

And on to changing the subject, "How was the train ride? I heard on the speaker there were some issues on one of the lines." He holds out a hand as he asks the question, in an offer to take Tsukishima's bag. When Kuroo travels by train, the last thing he wants to do is haul something around with him while he gets to wherever he's going, and he figures that he has a fair amount in common with Tsukishima.

He's very aware of how wide the stupid grin on his face is, but can't be bothered trying to get it down to a more normal width, not when he has Tsukishima here in the flesh. He'd really like to kiss him now, but he's polite, doesn't want to overstep in public, besides, he's busy drinking in every aspect of Tsukishima. Not much has changed since they last saw each other, and Tsukishima has sent him a few pictures to keep him up to date, but there's something so much better about having him here.

Tsukishima didn't plan to embarrass Kuroo with that comment, only tease him a bit. He likes Kuroo's messy hair, but that's a secret. "It suits you," he says with twitch of lips as he hands over the bag.

"Happy birthday. That's the gift in the bag." He hopes it's something that Kuroo will find funny/acceptable as gift. If not then he'll have to come up with something while he's here. He's trying to cover up the nervousness by looking idly around the train station, fingers entwined in front of him. He wants to congratulate Kuroo his birthday in different way too and train station is not good place for it.

If Tsukishima thinks it suits him, then that's what matters, and Kuroo can stop worrying about his bedhead... for a while at least. Plus he's got a great distraction.

"Thanks, seriously," he didn't think his grin could get bigger but then Tsukishima handed over that bag. And, he discovers when he peaks inside that it's just the kind of things he likes. The cat charm immediately comes out and gets fastened on the chain of his wallet. Mostly, he just appreciates that it's Tsukishima who picked the things out, the shirt will have to wait till he's home to check it's the right size, but even if it's not he'll be wearing it tomorrow.

Taking a chance, he ducks in to give Tsukishima a kiss on his cheek, ignoring the nervous way his stomach flipflops as he does.

Tsukishima goes still when Kuroo leans in to give him kiss on the cheek, getting a bit of color in the face. He's not opposed to it at all (he wants proper kiss too) it's just the place he got it... has several people staring at them and pointing.

The kiss he leaves on Kuroo's cheek in return is a bit fast before he pulls away and clears his throat.

"We should, um. Go."

Tsukishima's imagining the people, or Kuroo really hopes he is. He feels better for the action and getting a kiss in return but they can do more of that when they get back to Kuroo's place, especially if it helps Tsukishima relax. "Yeah," he clears his throat, "yeah okay. It's this way," he says, gesturing in the right direction where his bike is chained up outside the station.

He glances at Tsukishima as they walk, because damn, it's nice to have him available to glance at. And he looks no worse from the train ride, though Kuroo might be biased.

"You really look great," he comments. Like he didn't say practically the same thing a minute ago.

Kuroo's definitively biased. But he always is and Tsukishima's slowly getting used to it. If he says he looks good, then Tsukishima can't argue because he knows Kuroo wouldn't let up on his opinion.
It's kind of annoying at times, but that's what makes Kuroo him.

He has a flush on his face:"Thanks. But you look better than me." Tsukishima can't believe they are both so nervous about this that they are just repeating themselves.

Kuroo has a matching blush that only gets redder at his words. "Okay, if you say so but if you're lying then I'll find out one day." Still, it helps him relax about his messy hair and he's grinning like everything's as good as can be.

They reach Kuroo's bike and he unchains it, winding up the bike-chain and tucking it into his bag, which he then hooks over the handlebars. "Put your stuff on here, I'm pretty skilled at this." Because he's had plenty of practise rolling his bike when Kenma doesn't want to sit behind or in front of him.

Now they are both red in face. Good, good. It feels nice not to be the only one blushing madly for a change. Because Kuroo just enjoys doing that to him and Tsukishima can't help it, he's still not immune to him and his compliments or teasing.

He puts everything where Kuroo tells him to, a bit relieved that he doesn't have to carry it anymore. "Is your house close?" Because he used bike to come to the station so Tsukishima guesses it needs a bit of travel by foot.

Kuroo can't help it if Tsukishima looks ridiculously charming when he's blushing and teasing causes this.

"Not too bad, ten minutes if we don't dawdle or anything." He sure is kicking himself for just saying dawdle. Dawdle is not a cool word that boyfriends should use, he's just going to, start getting the bike moving towards his house, because that's the easiest way of skimming over that he can think of.

"It must be convenient for you then," Tsukishima muses, looking around. Living in the big city like Tokyo, having train station close to house seems like a jackpot. He saw several ads about apartments on sale next to train station and... lets say they are worth a small fortune. Also, the word 'dawdle' get a curious look, but Tsukishima says nothing about it. He's heard worse stuff from him. Like Solia K. Rabu.

Kuroo can't be held accountable for stuff he's said in the presence of Bokuto.

"Yeah, it's great. Don't go expecting a mansion or anything, though." It's convenient but the trade off is that it's tiny. Bigger than a shoebox, but not by much. He's got enough room to exist along with his mum, but he's honestly pretty glad that Tsukishima's going to be sharing his futon so he won't have to rearrange anything to squeeze him in.

Sure he could. The words come out of his mouth, not Bokuto's.

"That's fine." Tsukishima's house is on the bigger side but not too big either. Their family is big so they need space or they will be in constant fight. And even if there was enough space, Tsukishima would probably, maybe, most likely ask to share futon with Kuroo. Or just slip in without saying anything.

Tsukishima has been in the presence of Bokuto, he should know that's not how it works.

They slip into comfortable silence as they walk, though Kuroo keeps glancing at Tsukishima to grin, because he really came all this way for his birthday, even bought him a present.

A little over ten minutes later, they turn the corner into Kuroo's street, and he points up towards his house. "That's home, sorry it's not much to look at." It's wedged right between two other buildings and it only escapes being called an apartment by not sharing a front door with one of them. They keep a tiny pot plant behind the gate at the insistence of his mum that they will have a garden even if it's only that and they both forget to keep it watered.

He has been and Tsukishima can't tell if that's good or bad.

Kuroo's not the only one stealing glances- Tsukishima's doing that as well, only very subtly, barely noticeable. He has to keep himself in check because if he stares at that pretty grin for too long, he'll get all red in face with random thoughts (about kissing him to death in the middle of the street).

He's happy that they arrived soon at Kuroo's place. Tsukishima gives the house a glance over- as he said before, he doesn't really care how it looks or how big it is, as long as it's Kuroo's. "But they say that small houses are the coziest ones." He likes it. The plant needs watering, though, it looks as if it came out of some horror game.

It's good that Tsukishima doesn't mind, because if he agrees to it, Kuroo will invite him over again. And again. That is, assuming all goes well, but since Tsukishima hasn't retreated away, back to the train and home upon seeing the house, he can't imagine that there's going to be too many bumps from here on.

"It's going to have you in it, that'll make it pretty cosy if nothing else does."

He unhooks the bags off the bike and drapes them over his shoulders instead, scrambling around for his key in his pockets. A smart guy would have found the key first, but Kuroo's sense is still tied up in his smile thinking about Tsukishima, and thinking about having Tsukishima here.

Eventually, he decides that this isn't working, and hands one of the bags off to Tsukishima. "Hang onto this for a bit?"

There's no reason why wouldn't this go well. Unless something weird happened or emergencies, it should be great. Calming down his hands from excitement was never so hard before. Now he can't seem to stop. Luckily Kuroo is not paying attention to that, or he'd tease him.

Well... that sounded like a dirty joke. Tsukishima had to bite the inner side of his cheek to stop himself from laughing and making retort to that. He takes the offered bags:"Sure." Those are his bags after all.

What, no he didn't mean that to be- well, he might have a little, but not much. And he knows Tsukishima well enough to be able to tell that he's biting his cheek. Not going to mention it though, just going to grin as he finally locates his keys and lets them inside.

"So..." He's grinning, wider than he was before if that's possible. "We're not in public any more."

Tsukishima drops the bags by the door once they come in so he can take off his shoes. He glances around before his eyes finally settling on Kuroo.

"Mm. We are." Does that mean kisses? Lots of kisses? Because he's looking forward to them.

He kicks his own shoes off, leaving them in a messier state than Tsukishima's, and steps forward, not entirely into Tsukishima's space - he leaves enough room for Tsukishima to sidestep him if he wants, if he's not sure about this, because if he didn't Kuroo would hate himself - but enough that it really feels like they're in the same place again, as nebulous and flimsy an idea as that is.

"So, I can kiss you now?"

Kuroo's being overly polite for some reason. He wonders if he should poke him about it but then again he wants to kiss him even more. He has no idea if there's anyone in the house to catch them but it should be fine, right? It will be short kiss... right?

He reaches out and grabs front of Kuroo's shirt, pulling him closer. "I don't know." He hovers his lips just above Kuroo's. "Can you?"

That's more than enough of a go-ahead for Kuroo to dispense with his worries and press their lips together, shifting closer than Tsukishima pulled him and grinning into the kiss. He slips his hand around to squeeze Tsukishima's ass.

So no, not really a short kiss.

Tsukushima jumped a bit when Kuroo's hands immediately found his ass- he's not feeling cheeky anymore, that feels nice, especially when paired with kiss like this. Tsukishima also doesn't want it to be short kiss, so he nips on Kuroo's lips, wanting to deepen it.

Yeah, he can roll with that. He parts his lips, sliding them against Tsukishima's and drawing his hips closer as he enjoys the taste of him, then slips his tongue inside, because he can take a hint when it's offered to him. His nose is getting in the way, so he tilts his head more. He both wants to let his eyes slide shut entirely, and watch as much as he can of Tsukishima. He settles on keeping the barest sliver visible, not wanting to forget that this is Tsukishima here with him, kissing him.

There's a deep sigh and held back moan once their tongues entangle. The heat that was slowly rising to his cheeks had skipped several levels and just fully painted his face red. He wraps both of his hands around Kuroo's neck, slipping fingers in hair on back of his head. Compared to Kuroo, Tsukishima's not that brave, but that much embarrassed to keep his eyes open (because what he said before pulling Kuroo in for a kiss was cheesy and embarrassing).

Really, Tsukishima should know by now that Kuroo is often embarrassing, and Tsukishima can say whatever he likes and never come close to Kuroo's level.

Tsukishima's fingers in his hair feels nice, makes this more real and solid, helps Kuroo remember that he's got him here. Kuroo keeps the kiss going as long as he can, but eventually he realises that he does have to breathe, and it's much harder to do that with his tongue in Tsukishima's mouth, he draws back, but ducks in to give another, more chaste, kiss to the corner of his mouth, before moving further along to Tsukishima's jaw, then his neck.

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bike as in motorcycle or regular bicycle?

bicycle! kuroo is not yet cool enough for a motorbike, sorry tsukki, you're dating a nerd

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sorry for the v. late tag ;;

never a problem <3 sorry for mine!

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