So, this is the last chapter of our short week of Kuroo drabbles. I hope that all of you guys enjoyed and that you will seek out the main story, which should be up sometime today with its first chapter. I loved writing this – it was just so fun!
If you'd like me to write some drabbles for another one of our Haikyuu boys, let me know :)
Enjoy!
12 ways: Licking
"It's really curly and frizzy." Kuroo heard Haru's voice, stopping short. He moved a step back and leaned against the wall of the classroom shamelessly. He'd been on his way to pick up Kenma and Haru for practice, but had ended up eavesdropping instead. So, Kuroo held his breath and tilted his head to the side, listening intently through the open classroom door.
"Isn't there a conditioner to help with that?" Kenma's voice asked. Kuroo nodded, proud of his best friend. It had been a few years back that the captain had dragged the small setter into a shop with numerous colorful bottles of hair products after watching one too many tutorials online. It appeared that the knowledge had rubbed off on Kenma, at least a little bit.
"Oh, Kenma." Haru groaned. "I use…" There was a short pause. "Five different products with conditioner properties. And, still. Look." Another short silence.
"Amazing." Kenma's voice sounded utterly unimpressed.
"Don't make fun of me, sheesh." Haru huffed. "I look like… like… Chupacabra." Kuroo's hand flew to his mouth to stifle his laughter. God, that was quite the image right there.
"Chupacabra doesn't have big hair, Chiharu." Kenma deadpanned. "You're more of a bakeneko…" There was silence as Kuroo bit his lip, eyes popping. "Or futakuchi-onna?" Was Kenma trying to be helpful or to kill Kuroo with the imagery?
"Are you saying I eat too much?" Haru's voice didn't seem offended at all, causing Kuroo to bend over, trying to compose himself.
"Not at all."
"Okay." Kuroo managed to gather his wits and pulled an easygoing, lazy grin as he entered the classroom.
"Hey, you two." He greeted. Kenma was packing his school bag while Haru had her hands up, pulling her hair into a tight bun on top of her head. "Time for practice."
"We're on our way." Haru grabbed Kenma's hand and they were out the door.
That evening after practice Kuroo couldn't help but stop midway to his and Kenma's home, after they'd dropped Haru off. He glanced up at the lit-up sign above the store door and gave his best friend a wave.
"I'll make a detour, are you alright on your own?"
"Mm." Kenma gave him a curious gaze, but then offered a small wave and headed home.
"Watch your step!" Kuroo called out before ducking into the store. It was a familiar shop, filled with colorful bottles of all kinds. And, as soon as he entered, the captain knew where to head out. He greeted the woman at the register and walked lazily down the long lines of products. Soon enough, there were three bottles in his arms, along with one smaller box and he was at the register.
"Odd choice of products today, Tetsu-kun." Smiled the attractive woman, packing his purchase and giving him the total.
"Odd mission I'm going on tomorrow, I guess." Kuroo grinned, digging through his pockets for a moment before coughing up the money. "Thanks, Rika."
"Take care!" And he was out the door, wide grin on his face.
Chiharu gave a shout of surprise and protested only slightly when Kuroo grabbed her wrist and dragged her from her classroom the next day. It was lunch break and the captain knew that he didn't have the time to deal with her questions and protests at that moment. Instead, he needed her to be quick and non-argumentative. Knowing Chiharu, it wouldn't happen.
"Kuroo-san, what are you doing?" She asked him, pulling slightly on her trapped wrist. "That's the men's room, Kuroo-san!" But, they were already inside. Kuroo set his school bag on one of the sinks, rushing to check each and every stall to make certain that they were empty. Then, he got to the door and slammed it closed as someone tried to enter, pushing the small piece of wood under the gap of the entrance, successfully closing it permanently. "Kuroo-san." When he turned, Haru had her arms crossed and she was frowning at him with a highly disgruntled look.
"Chiharu." Kuroo said in a no-nonsense tone. "For the next forty minutes you're going to be silent and listen to everything I say." Haru's eyebrow rose. "After that, you can thank me or slap me or whatever. Deal?" Haru shook her head, shrugging.
"You are insane." Her hands went up, then relaxed and fell at her sides. She seemed exasperated.
"Deal?" Kuroo pushed.
"I will stop you if you cross the line." Haru threatened. Kuroo nodded, smirk reaching impossible proportions. "Deal." She grumbled and Kuroo practically flew towards his bag.
"Take off your shirt." Haru's eyes widened to impossible proportions and she shrieked.
But, in the end, Kuroo managed to get Haru to take off her blazer and her shirt. It left her in a pretty azure colored bra which she yelled at him to not look at. From there on, Kuroo undid her tight bun and helped her get her hair wet in one of the sinks with cold water. Then, he carefully rubbed in one of the products from his bag into the whole length of her hair and tied it back up in a bun. Haru, of course, started asking questions at that point, which made Kuroo groan and remind her to be quiet.
He timed the period necessary for the product to stay in her hair and then helped her wash it out in the sink again. Kuroo dried it off with one of his practice shirts, which he had to ensure Haru at least ten times that it was completely clean. As he began rubbing another product in her hair and detangling it with his fingers section by section, he explained that he brought a new shirt because cotton was the best way to dry one's hair. Apparently, it didn't damage it and helped with frizziness.
By the time Kuroo grabbed the wide toothed comb and began running it through her locks one section at a time, she had completely let go of her previous embarrassment. Kuroo even smiled a bit when she leaned back against him as he worked, settling in between his legs even while they were both standing. Soon enough, Kuroo had a window open and was fluffing Haru's hair up and about as it dried, teasing the roots with a comb a little bit, to get the best possible effect.
"There we go." Kuroo commented, checking out his phone. "Exactly forty minutes." He smirked and twirled a single curl, letting it bounce in his hand. "I've still got it." He seemed beyond smug. Haru walked over to one of the mirrors, bending closer to check out what Kuroo had done to her hair.
"Oh my God." Her full lips pulled into a wide smile, showing her teeth. "Oh. My. God." And then Haru whipped around and ran at him, jumping into his arms. Kuroo somehow managed to catch her, getting a faceful of her freshly styled hair. He almost groaned as he took a deep breath. She smelled amazing, especially with the coconut scented hair detangling product he'd used. And the soft, warm skin of her tanned torso, clad in that azure bra was pressed against his own, heat transferring from one body to the other didn't do his teenage hormones any favors. "Thank you!" Haru pulled back and bounced over to her discarded uniform top.
"My pleasure." Kuroo smirked. The two casually walked out of the boys' bathroom on the second floor, shocking the few curious students around. As Kuroo saw Haru off to her classroom he noticed the number of looks she was getting. Her hair wasn't messy, frizzy or tied up in a bun, like usual, after all. Now, those dark curls were full of volume, creating a fluffy cloud around her head which trailed to the middle of her back, bouncing with each step. Kuroo's happy grin at his accomplishment fell down from his face, replaced with a groan and a glare to each and every boy to glance Haru's way.
He followed her into her classroom, watching as she practically skipped over to Akari, her friend, showing off her new look and twirling in an excited circle. Kuroo wouldn't mind chasing off a few second-years if he got to see that face every day. Haru's smile was huge and her eyes were completely wide, obviously happy, as she chatted animatedly with Akari. With a sigh and a small smile, Kuroo turned to leave unnoticed.
"Kuroo-san!" Haru was out the door and chasing after him in seconds. She caught up and offered a small bow, the fluffy locks jumping around her head and shoulders. Gosh, they really looked good on her. "Thank you very much for that." She rose, looking up at him hopefully. "Will you teach me how to do it myself?" She asked.
"A magician never reveals his secrets." Kuroo chuckled, shrugging. But, Haru caught onto his loose tie and pulled it down, forcing him to bend to her level. Her soft lips pressed against his cheek, making his whole face feel like it was on fire.
"Alright." She cheekily told him. "Keep your secrets." But, she couldn't pull back, as Kuroo's hands were on her hips, keeping her close. His head fell down onto her shoulder, his lanky body shaking with chuckles.
"Don't embarrass me like that and then run away." He groaned, grinning when she laughed at his honesty. Then, just to spite her Kuroo darted his tongue out and swiped it along the length of her smooth neck, all the way to her ear, where he gave a small nip. Haru shrieked and jumped back, her own face becoming an impressive shade of red.
That image of Chiharu with perfect, big hair in smooth curls, wide eyes, slightly parted lips and a beautiful blush on her tan skin would stay with Kuroo forever.
Licking – your cat will give you a small lick to leave their scent on you, or they might do it to help you groom and look better
For this, practically curly hair tutorial, I have to give my thanks to the YouTuber ChandlerKnowsBest. Take a look at her video about styling her own her if you want to get the curls Kuroo so graciously provided Haru with. Also, her end result is kinda how I imagine Haru's hair, though a darker color.
And, of course, here is the:
Omake:
His phone buzzed on his bed before the ringtone rang out throughout the room. Kuroo paused the video he'd been watching on his PC and stretched back, tilting the chair, in order to grab his phone. His fingers wrapped around it and the legs of his chair slammed back down onto the floor. Kuroo winced, knowing that his mother would find a way to ride him for that. It was almost midnight, after all.
"Oya?" Kuroo picked up without looking at the screen, absent-mindedly pushing his chair back onto two legs. He was pretty certain that it would be Kenma, after all. "Are you playing, Kenma?"
"Not Kenma." At the female voice on the line Kuroo actually fell from his chair. "Kuroo-san?" Silence, as Kuroo scrambled to gather himself. "Kuroo-san, what happened? Are you alright?"
"Fine, fine." Kuroo panted as he grabbed his phone, body still on the floor, struggling to get it to his ear. "All good."
"Did you… Fall off your chair?" Haru was dead-on, as usual.
"No."
"You're a terrible liar, Kuroo-san."
"No, I'm not."
"Are too."
"I'm not doing this." Kuroo ended their verbal spat before it could escalate. His eyes were slowly closing and he could feel his body relaxing. Quickly, he hopped up and righted his chair with a small grunt. "What did you need, Chiharu? A bit of phone help for your itch?" He smirked. Getting her embarrassed would most definitely get her to forget about his previous awkwardness.
"Yeah." Kuroo's eyes went wide and he gaped, heat pooling in his stomach. "I need you to tell me how you did the hair thing. Seriously, it's the third day and it's still fluffy, soft and so pretty." Kuroo shook his head, forcing his body to calm down and reached over for his PC mouse to shut the machine down.
"Well, I gave you all the products? You just put them one after the other and read the instructions." Kuroo explained, hopping onto his bed, turning his long legs towards his pillow and putting them up on the wall.
"I was reading the instructions earlier, and I'm pretty certain that you didn't do it the way they explain here." Chiharu's voice sounded miffed.
"Alright, alright." Kuroo shifted once more and got settled in comfortably. "Don't blame me if I conk out midway into this phone tutorial, though. I'm beat." With a chuckle and a soft agreement, Haru started asking questions. As they talked, Kuroo felt himself slowly relaxing and drifting off. He switched his position on the bed a few times, finally settling down with his head on his pillow. Chiharu's voice in his ear was soft and comforting and he knew that he would drift off pretty soon. He could imagine her walking around her room in her PJs, cradling her phone between her shoulder and ear.
"Kuroo-san?" Haru asked when he didn't reply to her after a while. "Are you awake?" There was silence on his end. "Well, then." Haru's voice took on another tone as she smiled into her cell. "We'll pick this up tomorrow, Tetsurō." And she cut the line, a fluttering feeling in her chest.
Awww man, I loved this omake, didn't you? This is all I have for you guys! Thank you for all the support so far!
