Tsukishima was changing into a clean shirt when Kuro entered the locker room soaked from practice. Tsukishima watched Kuro sat down on the bench and wiped his neck with a towel.
Closing the locker, Tsukishima asked, "Kuro-san, what did you send Bokuto-san?"
"Oho, you interested?" Kuro grinned, turning his full attention to Tsukishima.
"Well, not particularly," Tsukishima started. "But, Bokuto-san kept mentioning about it throughout practice."
Kuro grabbed his phone from his bag and walked to Tsukishima. He rested one elbow on the locker next to Tsukishima while he browsed his phone with the other.
"This one," Kuroo said with a devious smile.
"I didn't realize you wanted Akaashi-san to be the one in bed with you instead," Tsukishima commented, a hint of bitterness trailing the words.
"Hm? You're jealous," Kuro mused as he shrugged his shirt off, hiding the grin tugging at his lips.
"I wouldn't say that," Tsukishima said, averting Kuro's gaze.
"You sure about that?" Kuro asked, putting on a clean shirt as he walked in front of Tsukishima.
"It's not like we're dating or have feelings for each other," Tsukishima responded. "You were just relieving yourself. And I happened to be there."
"Oho?" Kuro's eyebrow lifted in amusement and placed a hand on the locker, forcing Tsukishima to back against it. He leaned in toward Tsukishima. "Then, how did it feel to 'happen to be there'?"
"It was my first time," Tsukishima answered nonchalantly, still not facing Kuro. "So I wouldn't be able to tell what's good from bad."
"Coming from the guy who was drenched in pleasure?" Kuro grabbed Tsukishima's chin and pulled it up so that Tsukishima is looking at him. "Is that really how you feel?"
When Tsukishima didn't say anything, Kuro angled his head as if leaning in for a kiss, but stopped himself centimeters away.
"I'm not going to kiss you," Kuro whispered, his breath ghosting over Tsukishima's lips. "Because if you wanted me to, you'd tell me yourself."
Kuro's eyes had a certain edge to them that made Tsukishima feel cornered and trapped. At that moment, Tsukishima realized that Kuro wasn't a master blocker only in volleyball, and that realization made him suddenly breathless.
When Tsukishima sensed Kuro pulling back, his hand instinctively held onto Kuro's shirt.
A grin swept across Kuro's face and his mouth descended on Tsukishima, lips parting, tongue gliding. Kuro glanced through his lashes as he licked the saliva that escaped Tsukishima's mouth before delving into his mouth again.
"Happy birthday, Tsukki," Kuro murmured as Tsukishima wrapped his arms around Kuro's neck and returned the kiss.