[This is not what he was expecting at all. How he came to a point of caring this much about Kuroo while still not always trusting him is beyond Daichi, but it's where he is. Maybe it's a good thing because it means things Kuroo does, like pulling him in to be hugged in the middle of the jogging path, will continue to be pleasant surprises.
Daichi loops his free arm around Kuroo, too, resting his forehead against his shoulder. Kuroo isn't Suga but that's fine; he's something else altogether, both in general and in Daichi's life, but he's still helping to alleviate the loneliness that came with not finding Suga's name in his phone this morning. After a couple breaths, Daichi huffs out a laugh without lifting his head.]
Somebody's got to make sure you don't get lazy here.
[Daichi's opinion on Kuroo plummeted so far, he's started experiencing the opposite effect. Which isn't anything to complain about, obviously. If Daichi were to continue putzing around, Kuroo would have to keep chasing.
Which wasn't at all a bad thing up until this point. It's hard for him to dissect the situation, pinpoint exactly where things stopped being fuzzy and playful. When he started being into guys...
Or maybe not guys, but the idea of romance at all. Not something he'd been avoiding or against, but there wasn't any time for it. He couldn't have ever predicted things would've ended up this way, though.]
Then you should start out with that, instead of pretending to worry.
[He doesn't mind standing here like a support beam for...er, however long. This might get tedious a couple hours in, and they might get mowed over by runners, but it's fine.]
[Daichi's never yet been putzing around. He's been a victim of the landlord and he's been confused, but it's never been for want of an attempt to figure it out. Of course, the fact that it was Kuroo he was trying to figure out meant nothing about it was easy, but that just means that the outcome--acceptance and even a kind of reciprocation--feels more like something he earned.
Finally, Daichi does lift his head, butting it against the bottom of Kuroo's jaw.]
I wasn't pretending. If you need more time, you can have it. Every minute counts for me and I didn't want to spend any more of them not... telling you...
[His voice gets softer the longer he speaks because holy crap, that's the most embarrassing speech he's ever given. It sounded a lot smoother in his head but Kuroo's never going to let him forget this. Ever. In any universe.]
[He's quiet, on the other hand. The silence between them is lingering, but not so much that it makes things terribly awkward. A hand does reach up to smooth at Daichi's back, rubbing between his shoulderblades, trying to be soothing. Hell is freezing over the longer they interact like this.]
I know.
[Because he always knows. Hesitantly, another hand cradles the back of Daichi's head, a silent form of consent -- encouragement? Just trying to smooth all of this over without putting so much effort into it that it would make this all the more difficult...awkward.]
You're starting to sound like one of those actors from those TV shows our parents watch.
[Kuroo's quiet is just that much more embarrassing, really, but on the other hand there's something... nice about his hand on Daichi's back. That realization is finally enough to get him to start to stand up straighter again. Kuroo's hand on the back of his head is almost enough to get him to lean back in again, but he needs more air than those close quarters allow.
He's careful not to actually pull away, though. Kuroo's hand--hands, now--can stay if he wants them to.]
Yeah, and if it's up to you I'll just keep talking till I've dug myself in nice and deep. I've said my part, though. [He pauses, huffs a little.]
So I hope you remember that speech because I'm not doing that again.
[That's allowable. His hand falls to the small of his back, resting there without forcing him to linger close. They're both playing a weird game of let's stay close but I'm not tryin'a overdo it tho.]
You've already done that.
[It could be worse, really, but if we've learned anything today, it's that Kuroo shouldn't be relied upon for things like reassurance or coddling, not without horrible (great) repercussions.]
[That just confirms what Daichi already suspected, but unlike getting caught on camera in his work uniform or making an ass of himself while hopped up on landlord magic, he finds he doesn't mind so much. The feeling may last or it may not but right now it's good. Doesn't mean he doesn't roll his eyes though.]
I don't know, I can still see the sky from here.
[There's something so genuine about Kuroo's response that it takes Daichi by surprise. It also sounds vaguely sinister, so really, it's all pretty standard Kuroo. ...once again it's Kuroo who takes him by surprise.]
I know I won't because you're not going to let me.
[And with that, Daichi tugs on their joined hands. C'mon, bedhead. It's getting cold standing still.]
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Daichi loops his free arm around Kuroo, too, resting his forehead against his shoulder. Kuroo isn't Suga but that's fine; he's something else altogether, both in general and in Daichi's life, but he's still helping to alleviate the loneliness that came with not finding Suga's name in his phone this morning. After a couple breaths, Daichi huffs out a laugh without lifting his head.]
Somebody's got to make sure you don't get lazy here.
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Which wasn't at all a bad thing up until this point. It's hard for him to dissect the situation, pinpoint exactly where things stopped being fuzzy and playful. When he started being into guys...
Or maybe not guys, but the idea of romance at all. Not something he'd been avoiding or against, but there wasn't any time for it. He couldn't have ever predicted things would've ended up this way, though.]
Then you should start out with that, instead of pretending to worry.
[He doesn't mind standing here like a support beam for...er, however long. This might get tedious a couple hours in, and they might get mowed over by runners, but it's fine.]
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Finally, Daichi does lift his head, butting it against the bottom of Kuroo's jaw.]
I wasn't pretending. If you need more time, you can have it. Every minute counts for me and I didn't want to spend any more of them not... telling you...
[His voice gets softer the longer he speaks because holy crap, that's the most embarrassing speech he's ever given. It sounded a lot smoother in his head but Kuroo's never going to let him forget this. Ever. In any universe.]
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I know.
[Because he always knows. Hesitantly, another hand cradles the back of Daichi's head, a silent form of consent -- encouragement? Just trying to smooth all of this over without putting so much effort into it that it would make this all the more difficult...awkward.]
You're starting to sound like one of those actors from those TV shows our parents watch.
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He's careful not to actually pull away, though. Kuroo's hand--hands, now--can stay if he wants them to.]
Yeah, and if it's up to you I'll just keep talking till I've dug myself in nice and deep. I've said my part, though. [He pauses, huffs a little.]
So I hope you remember that speech because I'm not doing that again.
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You've already done that.
[It could be worse, really, but if we've learned anything today, it's that Kuroo shouldn't be relied upon for things like reassurance or coddling, not without horrible (great) repercussions.]
I wouldn't forget something like that so easily.
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I don't know, I can still see the sky from here.
[There's something so genuine about Kuroo's response that it takes Daichi by surprise. It also sounds vaguely sinister, so really, it's all pretty standard Kuroo. ...once again it's Kuroo who takes him by surprise.]
I know I won't because you're not going to let me.
[And with that, Daichi tugs on their joined hands. C'mon, bedhead. It's getting cold standing still.]