˚✶ * Hidden Treasure W/ Kuroo

˚✶ * hidden treasure w/ kuroo

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    "you don't always have to have a reason for coming over," you lean against your apartment's door, hand gripping the door handle, legs crossed. 

  kuroo's standing in your doorway, a takeout bag rolled up and resting comfortably in his hand. he has a thin jacket on, one he got at work, his name and old number embroidered into the fabric. the warm spring wind never stopped him from looking his best, especially when he knew he was coming over to see you. "then don't consider this a reason, more so a treat," he leans forward, kissing the corner of your lip before walking into your kitchen.

  "that's still a reason.." you counter, looking back at him as you absentmindedly lock the door. 

  "can't a guy just treat his partner like they're the greatest thing in the world without being criticized," he rolls his eyes, reaching out his hand to wrap around your waist, pulling you close to him. 

  shrugging your shoulders, you try to seem nonchalant despite how in love he still makes you feel. your heart still beats quickly when he brings you closer, your face growing warm every time he compliments you. it's like you're falling in love for the first time every time you see him. yet he always seems to see past your facade, “because you are the greatest thing in my life.”

  “you’re really cheesy, you know that?” you raise your hand to wrap it around the back of his neck, playing with his shorter hairs.

  “you’re going to think i’m even cheesier after i show you this,” kuroo kisses the top of your forehead before pulling back to unravel the takeout bag, grabbing out whatever food he had procured for dinner, “you know how you’ve been collecting things from each of our dates? keeping them on the fridge or wherever..”

  he pops open the lid to a sauce, looking over at your periodically as your eyebrows begin to furrow. “yes?” you question, forearms pressing against the island counter while you lean forward. 

  smiling widely, he reaches for his pack pocket, grabbing something and hiding it in the palm of his hand. staring into your eyes, kuroo holds out his closed hand, biting at his lip. “we’ve talked about how you don’t have anything from our first date. and i know how much that annoyed you, so i went digging and found this,” he opens his hand to reveal a receipt.

  on it are the pastries he had bought you, offering to after you accidentally left your wallet at home. it also having been the first time you met. “oh ‘suro,” you grab it from his palm, ignoring the fading ink and wrinkles throughout the paper. 

  “i can’t believe you found this!” it’s hard for you to hide your excitement as you hang it up on your fridge, a small orange magnetic holding it up. god, i love you so much, you whisper beneath your breath, looking back at kuroo as he grabs a couple plates. 

  “i love you too,” he replies, happily giving you a kiss as you lean over the island counter, tasting the small bites he’s already stolen from the meal.