the tale of how kuroo tetsurou invades and subsequently ruins oikawa tooru's life with his larger-than-life fire magic and his terrible hair

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he kisses like he’s just as starved for it, as if a year hadn’t passed between them without exchanging anything more than obligatory ‘happy birthday’ messages. it feels natural; the way their bodies melt together, kuroo’s fingers fitting perfectly in the slots of oikawa’s splayed hand.

it feels like coming home

may 11 2020 ∞
jun 30 2020 +