what hope will mend thy heart

Time was a fickle thing to Kuroo. He had sworn that it had just been yesterday that he had last seen Sverre. To him, the man was mysterious and Kuroo was still hitting himself on the head for messing things up. Royally messing things up. His flaws and phobia of commitment really had gotten in the way, but he wanted that to change. His brother was happy with Kunai so didn't he deserve to be happy too? It wasn't that he was trying to one-up Usagi, that wasn't how their brotherhood worked. No, no. The feeling welling up in Kuroo was more... of a jealous feeling. Envious even that his brother hadn't been stupid enough to push the other boy away.

So here he was. Traipsing through the snow like a fool in search of that fiery blue man. Ice clung to his pelt and his paw pads while his teeth chattered on this particularly snowy day. Upon his shoulders, his small Tamarin companion rode, clinging to his fur as if her life depended on it. "I know it's a long shot, but maybe he can rescue me again..." Kuroo whispered to his companion, a half smile on his lips as he stood at the river's edge. A thin sheet of ice covered it as snow continued to fall in swirls around him. Maybe he would make a fire in the meantime to warm up.

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