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Hellooo :) can I Maybe request an imagine thing with Kurro? Like maybe your the team manager for Nekoma and you and the guys were at that training thingy with the other teams (i am so sorry I completely blanked and forgot what it was called) and Nekoma was versing Karasuno and someone got injured on the team and you (the manager) was helping them and nursing them and Kurro gets kinda jealous over it and Bokuto notices and teases him for it? (I’m not sure that made sense but uh thank u! :) )

first off, i love your username so much i love my boys

second, this is the cutest thing ever oh my god YES i live for the kuroo/bokuto dynamic. also, this is my favorite kuroo gif EVER

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listen, kuroo’s had his eye on you for the entirety of training camp, not that he doesn’t trust you or he’s being creepy, but because he doesn’t trust literally any other guy here

since you’re the manager of nekoma’s team, pretty much all the other nekoma boys feel the same way

he’s been paying attention, making sure to get a particularly strong spike or an intimidating block on whoever he sees lingering their gaze on you

kenma just rolls his eyes, and yaku literally has to tell him to calm down a bit cause his playing is getting a bit scary

when it’s finally time to play karasuno, you’re on the bench, cheering on nekoma as you usually do

everyone knows that you cheer more for kuroo

well, everyone expect kuroo of course

when lev goes for a particularly rough block against hinata and kageyama’s quick attack, he lands wrong on his ankle

this causes you to spring into action, seeing one of your kids the team injured

you take lev out of the game, applying ice to his ankle, smiling up at him from your position of beginning to elevate his leg

all the while, kuroo’s watching with this look on his face, not exactly anger, but you can definitely tell he’s not happy

kenma leaves him be, he knows kuroo will confess to you in time

but bokuto looks over from his game, and sees kuroo glaring over at lev

“OI KUROO, IF YOU’RE GONNA BE ALL PISSY, AT LEAST CONFESS TO Y/N FIRST”

kenma actually LAUGHS, akaashi’s rolling his eyes, and kuroo might actually murder bokuto

“he’s right kuroo! you can’t be all jealous if we’re not dating! not yet, anyways” kuroo looks over at him and smirks at your comment

A Few Pints Deep

The pub is packed, the kind of Friday night chaos that buzzes through your veins. You’re two drinks in maybe three and everything feels a little looser, a little lighter. George is only a few feet away, laughing with Chris and Arthur Hill, head thrown back and curls bouncing with every laugh. His hand wraps around his pint like it’s second nature, and he looks good unfairly good. Like he always does when he doesn’t even try.

You’re mid-conversation with a guy who’s definitely not from your usual circle. Someone someone brought along. He’s leaning in close, a little too close, saying something flirty, eyes lingering. His hand rests lightly on your thigh under the table a move you notice but don’t immediately shut down, partly because it feels like a petty test and partly because you’re a little tipsy and riding the buzz.

You catch George looking over. Correction: staring. His expression is unreadable, but the tension in his jaw is sharp as glass.

A minute later, he’s beside you. No warning. Just suddenly there, thigh pressed tight against yours, his arm tossed across the back of the booth so it brushes your shoulders. His presence is hot and grounding and just a little territorial.

The guy tries to keep talking to you, but George cuts in smooth, low voice. “Didn’t realise we were inviting strangers tonight.”

You snort into your drink. “He’s not really a stranger”

George’s eyes flick to the guy’s hand, still too familiar on your leg. “He’s not your boyfriend either.”

The guy looks taken aback. You, however, feel like your skin’s on fire.

“Alright, man,” the guy says, standing. “Didn’t mean to cause drama.”

“Yeah,” George mutters, “maybe find someone else’s date to flirt with.”

Your heart skips.

Once the guy’s gone, George doesn’t move away. If anything, he gets closer.

“You’re not my date,” you say, half-daring, half-breathless.

George turns to you, eyes dark. “You should be.”

His hand slides down not overtly, just resting on your bare knee under the table, fingers brushing the hem of your skirt. It’s nothing overt in the grand scheme, but it makes your stomach flip.

“You jealous, Clark?” you ask, voice teasing, but your heart’s pounding like mad.

He leans in, so close you can feel the heat of his breath against your ear. “I didn’t like seeing his hands on you. Because I’ve been dying to touch you like that for months.”

You swallow hard, cheeks flushed. “Then why haven’t you?”

He looks at you like he’s already undressing you with his eyes, but there’s something softer under it too. “Because you’re my best friend. Because I didn’t want to fuck it up. But seeing you like that tonight laughing, tipsy, letting him get close I realised I’d rather risk everything than let someone else think they’ve got a chance.”

You don’t think. You just grab his shirt and pull him in, lips colliding with his in a kiss that’s all heat and want and months of unspoken tension finally breaking. He kisses you like he means it hand sliding up your thigh, other curling into your hair, anchoring you to him like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

When you finally pull away, breathless, his forehead rests against yours.

“Tell me that wasn’t just the drinks talking,” he whispers.

You smile, brushing your thumb across his jaw. “Nope. That was all me. Sober enough to know I’ve wanted this longer than I’ll ever admit.”

His grin is cocky now, pure George. “Reckon we should get out of here before I kiss you again in front of the entire pub.”

You pretend to think. “Might not be a bad idea.”

George’s hand slips into yours under the table, fingers interlocking, possessive and sure. As you leave the pub together, his hand stays firmly on you like a promise.

And this time, you’re not going to stop him.