We're nearing the end everyone...
expenses
It's been four months since our first kiss, four months since Kuroko took my hand and told me he liked me. Four beautiful, amazing months in which I got to replay those precious words and heart stopping actions in reality.
Kuroko once told me that he had no one to spend the weekends with, that his Saturdays were lonely as everyone already had plans. He can't say so anymore. In fact, I'm more than positive that he sort of longs for those quiet, restful weekends now. I don't hog his time; well at least I try not to. Not with Uni and assignments and the basketball team we decided to try out for in our spare time.
But we do spend a lot of time together, I don't mind, I love spending time with him. My artist. My boyfriend. My best friend. I didn't think I'd ever grow this close to someone after Tatsuya, I never thought that I could develop a relationship like this after so many promising ones had failed.
Things are different now though. Back then all I had was Tatsuya for support, now…now I have an enthusiastic blonde who is infatuated with Kasamatsu-sensei and never fails to remind me of how Kuroko smiles only at me. I have a grumpy green haired medical student who never fails to surprise me with his sincere talk of living life to the fullest. I have an annoying aho who is always up to a game of basketball or maybe just a quick bout of insults. I have an over protective emperor who glares at anyone who looks at Kuroko and my hand-holding with disgust. I have a supportive, teasing pink airhead who knows only the best places for me to take Kuroko on dates. Then there's a purple titan who sneaks me sweets in class and gives me recipes for Kuroko's favourite dishes, besides Vanilla-everything of course.
Some days I'm left in wonder. I can't believe that this is how things are now. I can hardly comprehend that Kuroko actually likes me, even though he says it more than enough and, if our kisses are any indication of his emotions, he certainly isn't lying.
"Taiga-kun," I flush, I'll never get used to that, no matter how good it sounds coming from Kuroko's lips. "Are you sure about going out this weekend?"
I turn worried eyes to the artist sitting beside me. Magi Burger is abuzz around us; Midorima and Takao are still to join us for this strange half-maybe-perhaps double date. "You don't want to?"
Kuroko sends me an exasperated glare and purses his lips, "Stop acting so insecure,"
I snort and sling an arm around his shoulders, although I blush crimson. "I do not doubt you,"
"You're doubting yourself again," Kuroko accuses and I shrug, because it's the truth and what can I say to that? He's silent for a moment before he snuggles to my side, his sigh only for me to hear. "I saw the bills on your kitchen counter yesterday," I stiffen but Kuroko twists his arms around my waist and gives a reassuring squeeze. "We don't need to go out to be together. I'm happy spending time with you at home or by the park."
"But I want to treat you," my heart palpitates in my chest.
Kuroko lifts his chin and captures my eyes, "And I don't want you to struggle with paying your Uni tuition." He squeezes my waist once again when I try to protest, "This shouldn't mount up your expenses, we needn't go to all the restaurants Momoi-san suggests or watch all the movies Kise-kun thinks are exciting. We can eat burgers and watch the bad English movies you have at home."
I curl my arm and bring Kuroko closer, dropping my face to rest my cheek on his hair. Smells like vanilla, I should have figured. "Thank you," I whisper, my chest swelling and warm.
"It's too early in the day to be arrested for PDA," Takao chirps as he and Midorima round the corner and reach our booth.
"Let them do as they wish, I won't be paying the bail," the green haired beast replies with an adjustment of his glasses.
I glare at them over Kuroko's head.
