Strongest Block

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"You're finally blocking because you love it." Kuroo commented after their deciding match at Harukou. Tsukishima looked up from his cool down stretches to look at the opposing team's captain. "You love Volleyball."

"Yeah," he admitted. Ever since their match against Shiratorizawa when Tsukki had stopped Ushiwaka's spike he couldn't deny the rush.

"When?" Kuroo narrowed his eyes at the blond.

"Why do you want to know? Did you want to be the one that I started loving Volleyball with?"

"Yes, actually." The captain clicked his tongue. "So who was it against?"

"Shiratorizawa." Tsukki stood and pulled his arm across his body. "It was our first five set match."

"How'd it happen?" Kuroo sat on the ground to stretch his legs.

"I blocked one of Ushijima's spikes." The blond shrugged like it was no big deal. Kuroo whistled lowly.

"Was it a kill?"

"Yeah."

"Impressive," the captain paused. "Hard to get an effective block on that lefty."

"His spikes tear up your hands when they go through." Tsukishima mumbled.

"You were injured?" Kuroo was on his feet at once. He pulled the blond's hands to him so he could inspect the manicure.

"It was a while ago, it already healed." He pulled his hands back.

"What happened?"

"He hit the spike and it cut my finger. Already had a jammed finger on that hand too." Tsukki pulled a face. "Volleyball is more dangerous than I thought."

"A Volleyball player's hands are the most important thing." Kuroo pulled one of Kei's hands back to him. "You seem to be taking care of them."

"Obviously." He scoffed.

"Tsukki," Kuroo pulled him closer, shoving their forearms up against each other. "Your arms are still small."

"And I'm still growing." Tsukishima pulled away from the embrace.

"The more you say it the more I'm inclined to not believe you." The captain grinned. He pushed a hand through his messy hair. "I'm going to a University in Tokyo."

"Oh?" The middle blocker raised an eyebrow. "You're telling me this why?"

"In case you ever visit Tokyo, you can hit me up."

"You already live in Tokyo though." Tsukishima rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to have my own apartment though."

"Good for you."

"Tsukki, you know I'm not trying to make you better just because, don't you?"

"You said you wanted a stronger opponent to play against."

"That's a happy side effect, but I do it because I'm attracted to you in ways I shouldn't be."

The blond didn't reply, but Kuroo could see his shock from the confession in Tsukishima's wide brown eyes.

"Sorry to tell you like this," Nekoma's captain rubbed the back of his neck with one arm. The muscle flexed and drew Kei's attention. Kuroo shoved his other hand in his pocket. "I'll see you around, yeah?"

He turned away to walk down the hall, but a hand on the back of his red Nekoma jacket stopped him.

"Kuroo-san," Tsukishima's quiet voice made him turn around. Kuroo stared at the first year who was thinking what had happened over. He waited patiently for the blond to make a decision. Tsukki's eyes met his and then the younger teen's mouth was on his.

Kuroo leaned into the kiss. He placed his hands on Kei's waist and pulled their bodies together. Kuroo smiled when they pulled away.

"Do you want to top or bottom?"

Kei pushed him back and stalked off. "Neither thanks."

"Eventually though." The captain teased following after the Karasuno player.