Tomorrow

“Hey…hey can we try that again?” Shouyou smiled hopefully at him and Kuroo didn’t have the heart to say no.

So he let his boyfriend climb back into his lap, his legs on either side of Kuroo’s hips, “It’s going to be okay,” he can hear Shouyou say to him, but it sounds far away, muffled as he watches Shouyou raise his hand and reach out for him again.

It takes more effort that Kuroo thought it would take after two years, but by the time the soft skin of Shouyou’s palm meets his cheek, Kuroo is sweating, chest heaving in an effort to stay still.

His body wants to run away. His mind is replaying every instance he was hit.

Shouyou is patient, keeping his hand innocently on Kuroo’s face until Kuroo is able to calm down his breathing and open eyes he never remembered closing.

“See?” Shouyou is grinning, bright and happy and Kuroo isn’t entirely sure why. “You did it! I’m so proud of you.”