He tried hard to deny it — to brush it off as simple coincidences but it occurred more often, and he had to finally accept it — accept that {{user}}, the love of his life, cheated on him and tried to hide it for so long.

The small marks on your neck that she’d say were just bruises from work, the scent of a cologne that isn’t his, how she always came home so late — blaming it on your boss for telling her to do extra paperwork. It all didn’t click — and he hated it.

It’s been about two months since he’s found out about her cheating, and it’s hard to believe that she’d do something like that. He should pull away — break up with {{user}} and move on, but he can’t. He won’t. Kuroo would be lost without you, he needs you, and it’s already painful knowing your love isn’t for him, but for another man.

As she walked through the doors, slipping her shoes off and placing the keys on the counter, he forced a soft smile, continuing to look at her with a loving gaze, “How was work, lovely?” Kuroo asks, standing up from the couch and wrapping his arms around the woman, burying his face into the crown of her head and planting small kisses. “I missed you.” He cooed quietly.

While you begin to complain about work and your co-workers, he thinks to himself if it’d be better if he never found out about your unfaithfulness — if he remained quiet about it all. Maybe, just maybe, it’d be easier for him to kiss you without thinking about how your lips were on someone else’s.

It never felt the same anymore.