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for @preciousghoul

Pairing: Kuroo/Tsukishima
Theme: domestic!au: moving out

“…Are you breaking up with me?”

Kuroo had half his taiyaki shoved in his mouth when he froze, and had it not been for the subject at hand, Tsukishima would’ve gotten annoyed at the crumbs and red bean filling spilling from his mouth.

“…Uh…”

When they’d moved in together, the first thing Tsukishima noticed, aside from Kuroo being everywhere all the time, was his stuff being everywhere all the time. He’d ignored it while they were in the process of moving in, deciding it was just Kuroo not having had a chance to organize everything yet. But when a month passed and it was still like that, he decided he needed to say something.

“I’m not messy.”

“Pretty sure I saw something move under your clothes.”

He’d wondered if it was too soon; moving in had been Kuroo’s idea, but Tsukishima was the one who asked because Kuroo seemed physically incapable of asking the words, always sputtering and eventually changing the subject at the last moment. They had been dating for a bit over a year and Tsukishima didn’t have any other serious relationship to complain the timeline to, but he found himself googling “when do you know to move in with your boyfriend” more often than what he thought was normal.

But he decided risks had to be taken in every relationship and he did want to live with Kuroo.

For some reason.

Tsukishima had brought with him his stuffed dinosaur toys, readied himself for ridicule. But when Kuroo walked in to see them lined up on the couch, he’d palmed the back of his neck and looked away, mumbling something under his breath.

“What?” Tsukishima had asked.

“Nothing. Just… you’re pretty cute.”

“What makes you think that?” Kuroo asked finally after swallowing and Tsukishima had the awful feeling that Kuroo had been too nice to say it to his face. Provoker he was, but ultimately Kuroo Tetsurou was a nice person. Deep down. In a way.

“Your stuff,” Tsukishima mumbled, gesturing to the impeccably clean living room that lacked Kuroo’s things strewn about, “it’s gone. So…”

“:..You thought I moved out?”

“…”

Kuroo seemed to understand and he gave a small, good natured laugh that left Tsukishima breathless. “Oh. Okay, I get it. So first of all, I’d tell you if I was going to move out. And secondly…”

Regarding him a bit warily as he approached him, Tsukishima remained where he was as Kuroo leaned in, arms crossed over his chest and looking strangely happy. “I’m not moving out.”

“Because you haven’t told me.”

“Among other things. And as to why my stuff is gone…”

Kuroo’s grin widened.

“I cleaned.”

Blinking in surprise; Tsukishima hesitated before looking around slowly. He turned back to the still victoriously grinning Kuroo and frowned.

“…You cleaned,” Tsukishima repeated.

“That’s right.”

Tsukishima felt an immense relief that he didn’t show on his face, scoffed and looked away to hide a threatening blush.

“…I had no idea you were even capable of that.”

“…How cold…”