Kuroo watches as Kenma pulls himself from the sky, detaching himself from the blanket of darkness one star at a time.
"I have to go," Kenma murmurs, his lips against Kuroo's, and it sounds like a gentle reminder and an apology, rolled into one. The warmth of his mouth lingers even as he pulls away, and Kuroo aches to pull him back in, to kiss him harder, to keep Kenma in his arms for just a little while longer.
He can't, though. Their place in the heavens has been hard earned, and they're here for a reason. Kenma disappears back down to the earth for a reason. They both have duties to uphold and lonely as Kuroo might be when Kenma is gone, he's comforted in the knowledge that he'll be back soon enough.
Besides, his view from up here is unrivalled by none. He might not be right by Kenma's side, but he can still see everything that happens. He can see the way Kenma saunters down to the surface of the earth, shifting forms with each step. He's no longer the giant cat that once hunted beside Kuroo. He's no longer the boy with feline traits that lives in the stars with Kuroo.
Down on earth, Kenma is nothing more than a cat. He's deceptively small, and he might look defenceless, but Kuroo knows better. Kuroo knows that as far as Kenma is concerned, appearances are deceiving. They always have been, and it's amusing to him, to watch the way his partner is constantly underestimated. He's clever, and he's powerful in his own right.
Kuroo's duty is to watch from the skies, but Kenma's is to guide people. If Kuroo is the beating heart, the distant echo of drums, the pounding of feet on the ground while hunting down prey, Kenma is the silent calculation that goes into all of it. He's the instinct, the careful consideration before every move. He's the brain, and he knows what he is doing.
In his cat form, he mewls to make his presence known, bathed in light as his chosen hero opens the door to him, unaware of the path that has been chosen for him.
Kuroo smiles to himself, and the sky beside him might feel empty, might leave astronomers scratching their heads for months, but he knows that it will all be worth the wait.
Kenma will be home soon, with a new hero, a new story, and he'll return to Kuroo's side once again. Where he always belongs.
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
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Kuroo watches as Kenma pulls himself from the sky, detaching himself from the blanket of darkness one star at a time.
"I have to go," Kenma murmurs, his lips against Kuroo's, and it sounds like a gentle reminder and an apology, rolled into one. The warmth of his mouth lingers even as he pulls away, and Kuroo aches to pull him back in, to kiss him harder, to keep Kenma in his arms for just a little while longer.
He can't, though. Their place in the heavens has been hard earned, and they're here for a reason. Kenma disappears back down to the earth for a reason. They both have duties to uphold and lonely as Kuroo might be when Kenma is gone, he's comforted in the knowledge that he'll be back soon enough.
Besides, his view from up here is unrivalled by none. He might not be right by Kenma's side, but he can still see everything that happens. He can see the way Kenma saunters down to the surface of the earth, shifting forms with each step. He's no longer the giant cat that once hunted beside Kuroo. He's no longer the boy with feline traits that lives in the stars with Kuroo.
Down on earth, Kenma is nothing more than a cat. He's deceptively small, and he might look defenceless, but Kuroo knows better. Kuroo knows that as far as Kenma is concerned, appearances are deceiving. They always have been, and it's amusing to him, to watch the way his partner is constantly underestimated. He's clever, and he's powerful in his own right.
Kuroo's duty is to watch from the skies, but Kenma's is to guide people. If Kuroo is the beating heart, the distant echo of drums, the pounding of feet on the ground while hunting down prey, Kenma is the silent calculation that goes into all of it. He's the instinct, the careful consideration before every move. He's the brain, and he knows what he is doing.
In his cat form, he mewls to make his presence known, bathed in light as his chosen hero opens the door to him, unaware of the path that has been chosen for him.
Kuroo smiles to himself, and the sky beside him might feel empty, might leave astronomers scratching their heads for months, but he knows that it will all be worth the wait.
Kenma will be home soon, with a new hero, a new story, and he'll return to Kuroo's side once again. Where he always belongs.