Chapter Text
Tsukishima is definitely not a sweet guy. His words are harsh and they bite at your insecurities, clawing at your wounds and seasoning them with enough salt to rival a sea. Which is why Kuroo is surprised when he feels his lips against his hand during a last attempt to make the other shut up; he expected them to be dry and chapped. Instead they feel soft and oh so kissable, like a ripe cherry waiting to be tasted. And so he does.
It is definitely awkward. Usually people curse at Tsukishima when one too many words sneaks its way past his teeth, they don't kiss him. He doesn't move, doesn't dare to breath - much less dare to reciprocate this odd gesture of affection. Even when he truly realises what is happening, that yes, Nekoma's captain has his lips upon his own and his eyes are boring into his soul, he doesn't do a thing.
So it is absolutely, unmistakably awkward. When Kuroo finally steps back with a smug smile tugging at his lips, when a slight blush invades Tsukishima's cheeks - it is so fucking awkward. And tense. Because Kuroo is stupid and didn't think. Because Tsukishima is embarrassed and can't think.
"Wh-What was that for?!" Finally, words find their way to his vocal cords, laced with irritation, surprise and maybe, just maybe a little bit of shyness. However, anger and embarrassment definitely overtake it all when his- his what, now? friend? maybe-boyfriend? his something strange and confusing happily shrugs and says something that absolutely doesn't answer his question.
"We should do it more often though."