So when Bokuto broke into Kuroo's apartment one day, saying, "What really was my relationship with Keiji," Kuroo was not really that surprised.
"Keiji?"
"Tetsurou," Bokuto whined, covering his face. "Please."
Kuroo didn't respond. Bokuto didn't move.
He said it again. This time, he sounded so broken, lost and confused.
"Please."
"Alright."
Kuroo felt like he should be paid for this.
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the jacket you never returned- Bokuaka
FanfictionHe leaned over, kissed Bokuto on the cheek, and smiled bitterly, eyes watery. He will never remember. Not now, not ever. What they were will now forever be forgotten. "You used to call me Keiji, Koutarou." This is not mine! Tbh I'm a horrible author...
