♪ ♫ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ x ʏ/ɴ ᴘαʀᴛ ➋ ♬♩

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♪ ♫ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟαɢ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇαᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ♬♩ “Apologies Kuroo, I didn’t mean to offend you.” You sigh and turn around to face the tall black haired male. You always have to hold yourself back from calling him a rooster like the other students at Nekoma do. “Apology accepted. Oh yes, and Inuoka’s offer still stands, we’d love to have a spectator for morning practice.” He smirked and nodded at Sō who nodded back vigorously. You sigh, for weeks the team has been begging you to come to their practices because of the rumors that you’re a volleyball genius. You don’t want to though, just because you know a lot about volleyball doesn’t mean you want to go watch them… plus there’s the fact that Kuroo will be there. And the last thing you want to do is be around him. Since Sō first started playing volleyball at Nekoma you’ve had to deal with Kuroo. At first you’d been head over heels, but now…? You can barely look at him. Why? Because you’re focusing on school and college, obviously! You can’t focus on guys, no matter how gorgeous, charismatic, talented, and— You facepalm with both hands and slowly drag your hands down your face with a groan. You refuse to let yourself fall down the rabbit hole of romance, so that means you can’t even think about Kuroo! “You okay y/n? You kind of spaced out… then slapped yourself.” Kuroo asks, watching you intently. At least he’s stopped being all charming and flirty though, that’s the part that always gets you. “Eh? What? No, I’m fine. Just remembered that I’m behind on something so I have to go catch up! Bye!” Kuroo holds back a laugh and Sō attempts to do the same, though he fails. “Please don’t tell me you just said what I think you said?” Kuroo asks, hugging his chest and laughing as if someone just called a telephone pole the Skytree. “Said what?” It dawns on you that you just said you were behind in school, when you’d just gotten your final grades for the semester the day before… right in front of Kuroo. You were one of the highest grades in your class and had finished all your assignments early so you barely had any school to do before summer break. “Oh no…” Sō continues to laugh, “You just confirmed you’ve been avoiding volleyball y/n! Now you have no choice but to come to practice!” You groan, “Okay… fine… I’ll come…” Kuroo wipes a tear from his eye and catches his breath, “Good old y/n, making bad excuses since [day you started high school with Kuroo]! You couldn’t lie even if you tried!” He pats your shoulder and you flinch slightly. Kuroo doesn’t notice, or he just doesn’t react. “See you at practice then, you’d better come this afternoon, because you already missed half of morning practice. Got it?” “Got it…” You frown and walk towards the girls’ locker room to get changed into your school uniform. ~ One school day that is filled with you attempting to keep Kuroo and his beautiful thighs out of your head and the fact he touched you later ~ You walk to the gym and step inside slowly. You decide to hide yourself in a little corner and observe from their. You pull out a book and start to read while you wait for everyone to arrive. The door to the gym slides open but you don’t even notice, just keep reading calmly. Someone walks up to you and you jump when their shoes enter your line of vision. “Hey y/n, you’re early, huh? You haven’t been waiting long have you?” Kuroo says, a smile spread across his lips as he stands over you, blocking out most of the sunlight streaming in through the windows. “No…” You reply slowly, squinting at him with your [eye color] eyes. “Huh.” He shrugs and plops down next to you. He pulls out his phone and starts to text someone. You turn back to your book and attempt to focus on it. Its difficult to focus however, since he’s sitting right next to you, and all you want to do is look at him. “What’re you reading?” He asks a minute later. You slide your bookmark into place [or just bend the page, if you’re that kind of person O_o] and close the book, showing him the cover. “[book that you love and Kuroo ALSO loves *gasp*] huh? Its a good book, the ending is really interesting.” “Shhh!! Don’t tell me, I’m not done yet!” You exclaim, whipping your head around to glare at him, “Don’t. Spoil. It. Please.” He laughs —his laugh is less terrifying than when he laughed at you this morning, its a softer one, and quite nice to hear… like an ear massage in an ASMR— “Alright, alright, I won’t tell you. I wasn’t going to anyways. Spoiling the ending is evil, almost profane.” “Ugh, yes it is. Sō always spoils endings, and so does my mom.” You realize that you sound pretty stupid for grumbling about something as unimportant as a spoiled ending. (I would add more, but I'm out of description space! Gomen!!)