Author note - Ok. Pretty sure I have a problem. I told myself that I would not do anymore Haikyuu fanfiction, but I can't help it. I'm obsessed I tell you! All the original ships are great, but then they all just go so well together. I thought Kuroo was my favorite character, but man Oikawa is freaking adorable. I can't stop myself from throwing them together. This story popped into my head and I just had to write it. I have a problem!
Disclaimer - I do not own Haikyuu.
Kuroo was furious. Hurt and furious. He looked down at the text message on his phone one more time as he walked up to his apartment.
Tsukki – I am sorry Kuroo, but this is for the best. You will find someone at the university that will make you happy. Again sorry.
His Tsukki had broken up with him. How could he? Didn't he see that they were absolutely purrfect for each other? He had just finished having dinner with Tsukki when the now ex-boyfriend dropped the break up bomb. Apparently he didn't like the long distance thing and had fallen for someone else. It just sucked like really sucked. He was so distraught that he didn't notice how absolutely a-dork-able his roommate looked sitting on the couch.
Said roommate, Oikawa, was sitting cross legged on the couch in an oversized light blue sweater and baggy gray sweat pants. His fluffy brown hair was slightly eschew, but still maintained its perfect little swooshes. He had his glasses on and a giant tub of rocky road ice-cream cradled in his grip. Oikawa looked up when he heard the door open and watched a very upset Kuroo enter the apartment, the ice-cream spoon dangling from his soft supple lips. His caramel brown eyes behind his black rimmed glasses took in the disheveled appearance of the man in front of him. Was his black messy hair messier than usual? He lowered the spoon from his mouth.
"Hey what's got you so down?" Oikawa asked casually. He couldn't remember Kuroo ever looking this upset. Not even when they lost their game at nationals last year. Oikawa of course went to nationals to watch his last year of high school and was instantly drawn to the black haired captain of Nekoma with the worst bed hair he had ever seen. I mean just look at the man with his god like thighs and those muscles - gwah. There was a reason he suggested that they get an apartment together when he found out they were going to the same university.
"Tsukishima broke up with me" Kuroo grumbled and plopped down on the couch next to his a-dork-able roommate.
"Oh. That really sucks man" Oikawa said sympathetically. On the outside he was the absolute perfect concerned roommate. On the inside, however, he was cheering and doing somersaults. This meant that Kuroo would be back on the market. FINALLY.
"Spoon me" Kuroo held out his hand for the ice-cream spoon.
"Of course" Oikawa said out loud. 'Soon' he said internally in his mind. He handed over the spoon with a giant wad of ice-cream on it. "I'm watching Ancient Aliens, but I'm sure there's some giant cat show documentary thingy on if you would prefer."
"Alien crap is fine" Kuroo said as he sucked off the remaining bit of ice-cream on the spoon.
Oikawa's eyes watched intently on the side. God he wished he could be that spoon. He loved watching Kuroo eat things with that extremely appealing mouth of his. It did magical things to his body. He watched Kuroo's arm muscles as he reach over for another scoop of ice-cream. The container was sitting comfortable on Oikawa's lap. Maybe one day Kuroo would be reaching for something else. A guy can dream right.
As they sat in silence watching Ancient Aliens and eating the whole container of rocky road, Oikawa was secretly planning on how to seduce the sexy man next to him. He would of course first have to let Kuroo get over Tsukishima a little bit before making his move. If he moved to quickly, he might scare Kuroo off and that wouldn't be acceptable. He had already waited this long. He could wait a little bit longer. He would have to be subtle and let Kuroo come to him. That way he wouldn't be pressuring Kuroo and when Kuroo was ready for a new relationship, Oikawa would be ready. More than ready.
Oikawa flopped down on his bed that night with a sly grin on his face. Soon he would have Kuroo and then he could finally do things to that wonderfully fit body. He was about to drift off to have pleasant dreams when there was a soft knock on his door.
"Yeah come in" Oikawa said past a yawn and rolled over to face the door. He watched as a sheepish looking Kuroo entered his room. A couple of tears glistened in the moonlight coming in from his window. Oikawa sat straight up in his bed. "Hey what's wrong?" he asked in a concerned voice.
"Can I sleep in here tonight? I don't want to be alone…" Kuroo asked in a small voice. He emotionally felt alone after being dumped and laying in his bed alone really just sucked. It felt empty and horrible.
"Y-yeah of course!" Oikawa stammered quickly with wide eyes and scooted closer to the wall. He lifted the cover and patted the spot next to him on the bed as his heart started pounding excessively loud in his chest. A rosy pink crept over his cheeks.
Kuroo didn't say anything further and crawled into the bed. He curled into a ball facing away from the other occupant in the bed. He felt a little weird asking to sleep with Oikawa, but damn did he just feel like crap. Oikawa carefully tucked the blanket around the broad shoulders next to him and then laid down on the bed looking up at the ceiling. He tried not let his breathing get out of hand, but really having a hot guy in his bed, especially Kuroo, was sweet agonizing torture.
The next couple of weeks went by without too much incident. Oikawa could tell that Kuroo was still definitely not ready for his smooth sexy advances yet, so he just continued to secretly admire the tall slim muscled figure that was Kuroo. Volleyball practice was absolutely the best. He loved watching those muscles flex and he loved being on the same team as Kuroo. It meant that they got to work as one and it was glorious. It just proved his theory that anything they did together would be absolute perfection. God did he want to do so many things with Kuroo.
He was thoroughly disappointed one night when most of the guys from his team, including Ushijima for crying out loud, were going to a party. Even Kuroo was going, but noooooo Oikawa had a damn test the next day and like the good student that he was, he went home to study instead. Stupid test. Stupid university. Didn't they care that he needed to be at the party with Kuroo? It was the perfect time to be able to flirt without being excessively obvious. He could have blamed it on the alcohol and it would have been perfect. Dammit. Life sucked sometimes.
The next morning after spending around an hour making sure his hair had the right amount of fluffiness and swooshiness, Oikawa finally emerged from the bathroom. His test was in a couple of hours, so it gave him plenty of time to make some breakfast for his roommate that he could only assume would be hungover as shit and do some last minute studying. He threw on his green alien apron that his precious mother had bought him as a going away present and went to work at the stove humming softly to himself.
When he heard the click of Kuroo's bedroom door opening, he turned around with his typical stunning smile. It quickly fell though when his eyes landed on a tall slim attractive man with dark brown hair. The said man was still fixing his disheveled clothes and when they made eye contact looked highly embarrassed.
"R-right. Well this is awkward. Can you tell Kuroo that I had to leave?" the dark hair man asked.
"Alright…" Oikawa trailed off casually. Inside he was fuming and having a full blown meltdown. Who the hell was this man? And why the hell was he in Kuroo's room? Did Kuroo really hook up with someone!? That wasn't supposed to happen! He was supposed to be the one in Kuroo's bed dammit!
"Cool. Thanks." The dark haired man made a quick exit from the apartment leaving one pouting fluffy haired brunette behind.
A brooding Oikawa finished the breakfast that he had been cooking and then sat down at the table with his books. He stabbed his eggs mercilessly and shoved them in his mouth without caring how much of a barbarian he looked like at the moment. He was trying to do last minute studying, but he couldn't stop thinking about the man that had just exited his apartment. What did that man have that he didn't? Oikawa was hell of a lot more attractive and he knew it. He had spent plenty of time in front of the mirror in his life to feel confident in the deduction. So why did Kuroo decide to hook up with that guy? He let out a hmph and stabbed a piece of egg on his plate.
Kuroo was leaning against the door frame in a pair of black sweatpants with his arms folded across his bare chest watching his roommate trying to re-kill the eggs on his plate. He raised an eyebrow at the scene wondering what got Oikawa so worked up this early in the morning. Maybe the studying wasn't going as smoothly as it should be? That didn't make sense though. Oikawa was practically a genius even if he didn't act like it. He shrugged and pushed off the door frame heading for the plate on the counter that he assumed Oikawa had made for him.
"Morning sunshine" he greeted the fluffy haired man at the table who proceeded to choke and sputter on his bite of egg.
"Wahh! You can't just scare someone like that Ku-chan! I almost choked to death" Oikawa whined. His eyes trailed over the shirtless man in front of him with his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Kuroo made eye contact with him and his face turned bright red.
"It's not my fault you were so caught up with studying. I wasn't exactly being quiet you know" Kuroo said giving Oikawa a side grin as he sat down across from him at the table. "Thanks for cooking breakfast by the way. You know if that whole doctor thing doesn't work out, you should become a chef." Kuroo chuckled and then proceeded to wolf down the delicious eggs and bacon on his plate.
Oikawa watched with great interest. Especially when Kuroo's tongue licked his lips catching the last little remnants of food. His own heart fluttering in response and his blood burning in his veins. No. He scolded himself. He was still upset at stupid Kuroo for bringing another guy home.
"Your late night buddy crept out of here this morning saying he had to leave" Oikawa said as casually as he could. A slight pout to his lips the only indication of how pissed he was.
Kuroo paused in his eating to look up at the guy across from him. He took in Oikawa's slightly narrowed eyes and the little pout on his soft lips. He contemplated for a second before shrugging.
"I wanted to get laid. He was just some guy from my chem class. No big deal" Kuroo responded indifferently and then went back to eating.
"Hmm" Oikawa mumbled and then turned his attention back to his book. Stupid Kuroo. If he wants to get laid, he doesn't have to go looking for people at parties. Oikawa pouted and chewed on the edge of his pencil. Little did he know that Kuroo's hazel eyes were watching him closely.
After much debating with himself, Oikawa decided that Kuroo had had enough time to process his break up if he was going to start hooking up with people. It was time to start his seducing Kuroo plan. It was Saturday morning and Oikawa woke up earlier than normal to fix his fluffy brown hair. He threw on a form fitting t-shirt and didn't bother putting on any pants. He purposefully wore a pair of his best boxer briefs that hugged all of the right places and once he was satisfied with his appearance he proceeded to exit his room. Kuroo's alarm should be going off shortly which meant he had a short window to present himself appealing spread out on the couch.
Kuroo slammed the off button on his alarm clocks. He was pretty sure who ever invented alarms should be drug out in the street and shot. He groaned and then proceeded to unbury his face from underneath his pillow. He yawned and stretched until his muscles loosened. He was still waking up when he opened his bedroom door in search for coffee. His eyes landed on the man lying on the couch reading a book 'casually.' His eyebrows raised a fraction as his eyes trailed over the vast expanse of beautiful porcelain pale legs. Like damn. Those were some appealing long legs.
"Coffee is already made" Oikawa said casually gesturing with his hand. Kuroo watched his muscles move under the tight t-shirt he was wearing.
"You're not wearing any pants" Kuroo said in amusement with a crooked grin as he passed Oikawa on the couch. They made eye contact and Kuroo raised a brow in question.
"I was hot" Oikawa replied and shrugged.
"Hmm" Kuroo chuckled and poured a cup of coffee. Was hot would not be how he would describe Oikawa. The fluffy haired man was way too hot and he knew it. Hell the whole world knew it. It wasn't a mystery why he had his own personal fan club. When he had his cup in hand, he moved back to the couch and pushed Oikawa's beautiful legs out of the way so he could sit down. He watched as Oikawa stood up and walked to the kitchen. The boxer briefs with little aliens on them fit perfectly to that perfectly formed ass and Kuroo gave a half grin again. Damn Oikawa should really be wearing pants. His ass was practically a weapon.
Oikawa came back with his own cup of coffee. His eyes trained themselves on the half smirk that Kuroo was still sporting. He sat next to the bed head wearing sweatpants next to him. Kuroo wasn't wearing a shirt. Something that Oikawa was used to and very greatly appreciated. He turned the tv on and flipped through channels.
"Shark week?" Oikawa questioned and looked at Kuroo's face sporting his crooked grin.
"Shark week" Kuroo concluded and leaned further back on the couch getting comfy. Oikawa followed suit and they sat in silence watching sharks and drinking their hot coffee.