the yin to my yang

He peers around the hut to look down the beach for her. Nope, she wasn’t in the water or walking along the beach. His tail droops a little bit, his expression falling. Maybe she was somewhere else. Gone on a day trip to hunt outside the lands? Kuroo questions this as he walks closer toward the other huts that have popped up along the beach. He was definitely pleased to see that they had been kept in good condition while he’d been gone.

As he approaches another hut, drawn by the sound of rustling, he calls out again. “Nami?” Kuroo questions softly, not wanting to disturb anyone if it wasn’t her. Pausing to wait for an answer, he’s taken by surprise when she returns his name in an excited shout. It doesn’t take more than a moment for his whole body to start wiggling with a smile practically splitting his muzzle.

Laughter leaves him as she emerges from the hut at full tilt, aimed directly at him. With no time to dodge, Nami barrels into him, toppling him over into the sand. His eyes close to avoid the sand as his back hits the shore. He reaches up to grab ahold of her and pull her into a big, tight hug. A happy grumble rumbles in his chest as he pushes his face against her neck, inhaling her scent deeply.

“I missed you,” he whispered, unwilling to let go of her for now.

Namoo