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a/n: in which a certain blonde middle blocker loses his heart to the captain of Nekoma vbc. #krtsk

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The heat was unbearable. There were no clouds in the sky, so no relief there. Tsuki almost wilted under the trees at Shinzen. It's cooler here, they said. And maybe it was, but right now, it felt like a thousand degrees. Which was only slightly less than inside the gym.

It was his third year of high school, so that meant he was the only one left of the squad. Kuroo, Bokuto, and Akaashi were all in college. But even if they kept the group chat going strong, it was still lonely at camp without them. He missed them.

But he missed Kuroo more.

"HEY TSUKI!!" Bokuto's loud, boisterous voice echoed across the school grounds. Tsuki slowly turned around to see the three of them walking toward him. He quickly stood up to meet them, caught somewhere between 'what are you doing here,' and 'I'm so happy to see you!'

They all took turns greeting him with hugs. It wasn't lost on him that Kuroo held on just a little bit longer.

"Come on. Let's get out of here," Bokuto said first.
"Yeah. We need to beat this heat," Kuroo added.
"But what about..." Tsuki started to speak, but Akaashi stopped him.
"If we leave now, we can be back long before anyone misses you," he said completely straight-faced.
"I've heard that one before," Tsuki muttered, but still, he smiled. "Well? What are we waiting for?"
Kuroo grabbed his hand and they ran as if their lives depended on it.

"COWABUNGA!!!"

It sounded as if a huge boulder had just been dropped into a large body of water, when it was just Bokuto doing a cannonball off the high dive at the pool. Water went everywhere, splashing those unlucky enough to be close by. Including Tsuki and Kuroo.

"Well, I guess it can't be helped," Kuroo suddenly said, feigning an air of resignation. "Challenge accepted."
"Good grief. Always have to one up each other." Tsuki smirked up at him.
"Well, there's gotta be something he's terrible at. Maybe it'll be doing cannonballs."
"I don't know," Akaashi said as he sat down beside Tsuki, handing him a drink. "That one was one of his biggest splashes."
"Is it now?"
"Don't encourage him," Tsuki groaned.
"Too late," Kuroo laughed. Then he reached down for Tsuki's hand. "Come with me."
"You need help?"
"Well, no. Just come with me."

Tsuki didn't put up too much of a fight as Kuroo pulled him up. He stumbled a bit, and he felt Kuroo's arms go around him to keep him steady. His heart raced in his chest. His eyes found Kuroo's, who looked as flustered as he felt.

"You okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Your face is red."
"So is yours."
Kuroo tightened his hold a little, and reached up to lightly run a fingertip around Tsuki's face. And then, there was another huge splash, and they broke apart, blushing harder and apologizing too much.

Kuroo smiled, bit his lip, and scrubbed a hand through his usually messy hair, all while staring at Tsuki. "Come on," he said, taking Tsuki's hand again. They walked along the side of the pool, silent, and exchanging awkward looks and smiles, trying to look cool while doing it.

The next thing Tsuki knew, a group of children raced by too close; one of them ran right into him. He lost his balance while keeping the kid on his feet, and fell into Kuroo. Once again, Kuroo wrapped his arms around Tsuki as they fell into the pool. They came up for air almost immediately, but Kuroo didn't let go of Tsuki this time.

Time stopped.
It was as if they were the only ones in the pool.
No one, no sound, registered.
Tsuki reached up and traced a fingertip around Kuroo's face, and stared into those dark honey eyes.

"I think I love you, Kuroo," he whispered.
"Just think?" Kuroo asked.
Tsuki shook his head. He tried to say it again, but couldn't past the lump of feels in his throat. Kuroo understood, as he always seemed to do when Tsuki couldn't find his words.

"I love you, too, Tsuki."