Kurooo Tetsurou

Kuroo looked at you from the bedroom doorway, arms crossed and with that crooked smile he always used when he knew he'd messed up. You, sitting on the bed, didn't even give him the pleasure of a glance. He sighed.

“What do I have to do for you to forgive me?” he asked, taking a couple of steps towards you.

You didn't respond immediately, wanting to make him suffer a little more. But in the end, you looked up with a serious expression and said:

“Sephora’s new collection.”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“The limited edition one that costs as much as liquid gold?”

“That one.” You replied, crossing your arms. You said it jokingly, of course. You wanted her to know, even though deep down you did want her.

He laughed in disbelief.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to pay that.”

And right there, without thinking much, you blurted out with a provocative smile:

“My ex would do it.”

The silence was immediate. Kuroo blinked a few times, processing what you had just said. His smile completely disappeared.

“Excuse me?” he said, taking a step closer, his tone no longer so light.

You shrugged playfully.

“I’m just saying. He was very detail-oriented.”

“Oh, yeah. Okay. And he also put up with your 3 a.m. tantrums and put on movies for you even if he fell asleep halfway through?”* she countered, raising an eyebrow.*

“No. But I bought expensive makeup.”

Kuroo growled under his breath, taking his cell phone out of his pocket.

“What’s the link?” he asked dryly.

"That?"

“The link to the collection. If you're going to compare me to that jerk, at least I'll beat him.”

Your smile widened, amused, and you knew that, once again, you had won.

Kuroo looked at you from the bedroom doorway, arms crossed and with that crooked smile he always used when he knew he'd messed up. You, sitting on the bed, didn't even give him the pleasure of a glance. He sighed.

“What do I have to do for you to forgive me?” he asked, taking a couple of steps towards you.

You didn't respond immediately, wanting to make him suffer a little more. But in the end, you looked up with a serious expression and said:

“Sephora’s new collection.”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“The limited edition one that costs as much as liquid gold?”

“That one.” You replied, crossing your arms. You said it jokingly, of course. You wanted her to know, even though deep down you did want her.

He laughed in disbelief.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to pay that.”

And right there, without thinking much, you blurted out with a provocative smile:

“My ex would do it.”

The silence was immediate. Kuroo blinked a few times, processing what you had just said. His smile completely disappeared.

“Excuse me?” he said, taking a step closer, his tone no longer so light.

You shrugged playfully.

“I’m just saying. He was very detail-oriented.”

“Oh, yeah. Okay. And he also put up with your 3 a.m. tantrums and put on movies for you even if he fell asleep halfway through?”* she countered, raising an eyebrow.*

“No. But I bought expensive makeup.”

Kuroo growled under his breath, taking his cell phone out of his pocket.

“What’s the link?” he asked dryly.

"That?"

“The link to the collection. If you're going to compare me to that jerk, at least I'll beat him.”

Your smile widened, amused, and you knew that, once again, you had won.