♪ ♫ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ x ʏ/ɴ ᴘαʀᴛ ➏ ♬♩

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♪ ♫ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟαɢ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇαᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ♬♩ You stumble inside, slowly turning around once you get inside and admiring the house. You stop spinning when you realize Kuroo is staring at you. “What?” He shakes his head and smiles, his smile is pained though. “Its nothing you’d understand… or reciprocate for that matter.” You give him a weird look, “Okay…? Guess you’re not going to tell me then…” “I mean, I could if you wanted me to. But you wouldn’t understand so whats the point in wasting breath?” He shrugs and sighs, “Lets just start the tour.” You frown, wanting to know what he’d been so bent out of shape about. You decided to ask him about it later when he was in a better mood. ~ One beach house tour that you think about Kuroo for the entirety of because you’re confused later ~ Its been almost two weeks since you got to the beach house and Kuroo has acted distant, to say the least. Whenever he talks with you, its almost like he’s trying to run a marathon with a thorn in his foot. Your tried to ask him about what he’d been talking about before, but he dodged the question. Over the weeks you’ve been at the beach house you’ve started to warm up to him, despite his distance. Its a lot easier to talk to him, and you’re starting to rethink your idea of keeping out of a relationship. You’re starting to regret being so cold to him all the time and ignoring him. But you’ve come up with a solution: just come clean. Tell him everything. You walk onto the porch overlooking the beach. Kuroo’s standing there, a towel slung over his neck. He hears your footsteps and glances at you from over his shoulder. “Oh, y/n. Hey.” He keeps leaning against the rail and watching the sea. You take a deep breath, mustering up all your courage, “I want to talk with you about something!” He raises his eyebrows and looks at you, “That so… about what?” You scuff your foot against the porch, “Umm… so… you know how I’m always kinda rude and whatever?” He nods. “Well… that’s mostly because I, uh, wanted to focus on my school and avoid romance and whatever…” “What are you getting at?” He asks, turning and leaning his back on the rail so he can see you better. “So, I realize now that I was being stupid for avoiding it… and I wanted to tell you something.” He smirks, “Ohhh… I see what you’re getting out. Seems little [nickname]-chan has a crush, huh?” You turn read and look away, hoping your hair hides the fact that you look like a beet. “You’re not entirely wrong… Though its OK if you aren’t interested.”