It's a pleasant night outside, not exactly warm, but the chill hasn't set in yet either. Kuroo is content to stand out here, with the gentle night breeze against his skin as he waits.
He hears a flap in the distance and things that he sees the shape of familiar wings against the dark sky. He turns his head, following the movement, and smiles to himself. He knows those wings, he recognises that flight pattern. Bokuto, an owl shifter rather than an actual owl, always has his own idiosyncrasies as he flies. He doesn't move the same way that a regular owl would, and Kuroo has spent enough time with him that he can pick out the difference immediately. Even when there aren't any other owls to compare to.
Lifting his hand, wearing the thick glove that he's come to use whenever he's greeting Bokuto like this, Kuroo whistles loudly. It's one single piercing note that hangs in the air, and he waits a beat, before he hears Bokuto hoot in reply.
Another flap, and Bokuto glides into sight. His light feathers make him easier to spot in the darkness and Kuroo realises that he's grinning, his heart already pounding in anticipation. It's been a while, after all. Bokuto hasn't been around since the beginning of winter.
With his wings spread out to control his descent, Bokuto lands carefully on Kuroo's outstretched hand. He's heavier than he looks in this form, and Kuroo always forgets that at first. His arm dips until he adjusts to the wait, and then he lifts it up again, smiling down at Bokuto.
"Hey, man. It's good to see you again."
With another hoot, Bokuto fluffs himself up. Kuroo laughs softly, bringing his hand closer, so that he can nuzzle against Bokuto. He loves how soft Bokuto's feathers feel like this, and he loves it when Bokuto nuzzles right back. He feels Bokuto's beak against his cheek, and Kuroo presses a kiss into the soft feathers in return.
Lifting off from Kuroo's hand, Bokuto shifts back into his human form, landing lightly on his feet just in front of Kuroo. He stretches his arms out over his head with a happy sigh.
"Well," Bokuto grins, "you're a sight for sore eyes."
"Could say the same of you," Kuroo replies, stepping closer. He takes hold of Bokuto's shirt, pulling him closer. "I missed you, while you were away."
"I missed you too," Bokuto replies, hugging Kuroo tightly. "I had heaps of other owls to talk to, and some of them were shifters too, but it's not quite the same as you."
"I know," Kuroo sighs, pressing his lips to Bokuto's. "I hate winter. Welcome home."
With a smile, Bokuto kisses him back. "Glad to be back."
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
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It's a pleasant night outside, not exactly warm, but the chill hasn't set in yet either. Kuroo is content to stand out here, with the gentle night breeze against his skin as he waits.
He hears a flap in the distance and things that he sees the shape of familiar wings against the dark sky. He turns his head, following the movement, and smiles to himself. He knows those wings, he recognises that flight pattern. Bokuto, an owl shifter rather than an actual owl, always has his own idiosyncrasies as he flies. He doesn't move the same way that a regular owl would, and Kuroo has spent enough time with him that he can pick out the difference immediately. Even when there aren't any other owls to compare to.
Lifting his hand, wearing the thick glove that he's come to use whenever he's greeting Bokuto like this, Kuroo whistles loudly. It's one single piercing note that hangs in the air, and he waits a beat, before he hears Bokuto hoot in reply.
Another flap, and Bokuto glides into sight. His light feathers make him easier to spot in the darkness and Kuroo realises that he's grinning, his heart already pounding in anticipation. It's been a while, after all. Bokuto hasn't been around since the beginning of winter.
With his wings spread out to control his descent, Bokuto lands carefully on Kuroo's outstretched hand. He's heavier than he looks in this form, and Kuroo always forgets that at first. His arm dips until he adjusts to the wait, and then he lifts it up again, smiling down at Bokuto.
"Hey, man. It's good to see you again."
With another hoot, Bokuto fluffs himself up. Kuroo laughs softly, bringing his hand closer, so that he can nuzzle against Bokuto. He loves how soft Bokuto's feathers feel like this, and he loves it when Bokuto nuzzles right back. He feels Bokuto's beak against his cheek, and Kuroo presses a kiss into the soft feathers in return.
Lifting off from Kuroo's hand, Bokuto shifts back into his human form, landing lightly on his feet just in front of Kuroo. He stretches his arms out over his head with a happy sigh.
"Well," Bokuto grins, "you're a sight for sore eyes."
"Could say the same of you," Kuroo replies, stepping closer. He takes hold of Bokuto's shirt, pulling him closer. "I missed you, while you were away."
"I missed you too," Bokuto replies, hugging Kuroo tightly. "I had heaps of other owls to talk to, and some of them were shifters too, but it's not quite the same as you."
"I know," Kuroo sighs, pressing his lips to Bokuto's. "I hate winter. Welcome home."
With a smile, Bokuto kisses him back. "Glad to be back."