#— artifacts

“we should talk about it,” oikawa yells from the other side of your living room, picking up several red solo cups off your wooden floor, “ignoring it will do nothing for you. or me. or us.”

“there’s nothing we should talk about, nothing to ignore.” you roll your eyes, sweeping away the last of the confetti into a dustpan. the pit that’s built in your stomach only grows deeper, ignoring his groans from across the room, “and there’s no us either.”

you hadn’t even noticed that he had already started walking towards you until you feel his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look back at him. there’s a deep crease that’s formed between his brows, a pout present on his bottom lip. a sigh moves past him, keeping his hand on your shoulder, but his touch is warm and gentle.

“we kissed- at midnight.” oikawa mumbles, eyes trailing all over your features for any sort of sign – though he’s unsure what sort of sign he’s even looking for. perhaps a reflection of his own feelings, a flash of emotion that tells him you liked him just as much as he liked you.

your gaze lands on the clock at the wall, shrugging his hand off your shoulder, “yes, and that was almost an hour ago. the party’s over. you should go home.”

“no, i want to stay.” he huffs, taking a few steps away from you but not moving too far. “i’m helping you clean up.”

you sigh, turning away from him and grabbing a black plastic bag from the kitchen. handing it to oikawa, you nod towards the empty bottles of beer and cans of soda. no other words are exchanged as both of you tidied up your apartment, it doesn’t take long until your apartment is eventually spotless; all traces of a new year’s eve party completely disappeared. 

you walk him to your front door, eager to get him out of your apartment. you didn’t want him to notice your heartbeat ringing in your ears, or how your knees turned weak just from looking at him a second too long. you offer him the smallest of smiles, “thanks for coming, and helping me clean up.”

“yn, before i go,” he places a hand on the door’s edge, stopping you from closing it entirely. his words are laced with a sadness you couldn’t quite place, a longing present in his eyes as his voice ever so slightly cracks when he asks, “was it just a new year’s kiss to you?”

“why are you asking? are you still drunk or something? should i call someone to pick you up or mmph-”

oikawa cuts you off by pressing his lips onto yours. soon enough, you melt into his embrace as his arms wrapped around you, eyelids fluttering shut as you lose yourself in the moment. a quiet gasp escapes you when he finally moves away, but oikawa keeps his hand on your cheek. 

“i really like you yn, and i don’t want to be the friend you happened to kiss at new year’s i- i want something more.”

from elle ! happy nye everyone!! hope you have a lot of fun hehe figured my last drabble of the year be for the loml tooru <33 

content warning/s : hospitals, injury

“your husband says he’s on his way.”

you blink slowly as you let the words fully sink in, wondering if all the painkillers were starting to make you a little woozy. last time you checked, you aren’t married and your love life is as exciting as the blank white wall that currently stared back at you. the nurse nods and offers a small smile before exiting the room, leaving you completely and utterly confused.

looking down at your left arm, now encased in a cast, you wince as memories of the past couple of hours come flooding back to your memory. the bright hospital lights allow for a headache to creep into your temples, and you close your eyes from some sort of reprieve.

the peace doesn’t last for too long as the sound of hurried footsteps grow louder and louder until you hear someone bolt through the door.

“yn! are you okay?”

“is that my alleged husband?” you keep your eyes closed, not needing to look towards the door to know that kuroo is the one standing there.

“hey! you’re the one who set me as an emergency contact.” he chuckles, shaking his head and sitting by your hospital bed. “they only allow family members for visits so i had to improvise.”

“but did you have to be my husband?” you groan, finally opening your eyes only to be greeted by the sight of worry plastered on his features, “wipe that look off your face. i’m fine.”

he ignores your statement and rests a hand on yours, “what happened?”

“i slipped and fell wrong, it’s not that-” you attempt to fight off a yawn but fail, exhaustion slowly seeping through your veins, “deep.”

“go rest, yn. i’ll still be here when you wake up.” kuroo manages to keep his voice both gentle and teasing, an emotion you can’t quite place flashing in his eyes. is it admiration? concern? longing? 

regardless, you’re too tired to figure out, “you don’t have to stay.”

“what kind of husband would i be if i didn’t?”

“shut up, i hate you.”

kuroo smiles, watching the way your eyelids flutter shut. he waits until he’s sure you’re asleep, taking in the steady rise and fall of your chest and the barely visible smile on your lips, before replying. “but i love you.” 

from elle !  ngl, ive never broken my arm so idk how accurate this is but I just got brainrot about the whole ‘only fam can visit’ rule that hospitals have and I know kuroo would just straight up say you’re married </3