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nerdy!kuroo ร popular!reader (but lowkey nerdy too)
genre: slow-burn fluff | college au | soft academia | mango-coded romance
summary: you used to sit beside him like strangersโuntil a mango thesis, late night study sessions, and quiet conversations about ester bonds changed everything.
You werenโt exactly close.
For the longest time, you and the guy next to you in Chem-Finance were justโฆ there. Sitting beside each other. Sharing space, but not words.
He was quiet. Diligent. All sharp angles, messy hair, and pen caps always tucked between the teeth. Always scribbling notes with laser focus and mumbling formulas like he was reciting spells.
And you? Well, people mightโve labeled you โpopular,โ but they didnโt know you stayed up late reading research papers just for fun. Especially anything related to organic chemistry and food science. You didnโt talk about it muchโmost people tuned out at the word "isomer"โso you kept it to yourself.
Until one day, after weeks of shared silence, you leaned toward him before lecture started and asked, โHeyโฆ random question. Would you help me with a food chemistry thesis?โ
He turned to you slowly. โDepends on the fruit.โ
You grinned, a little nervous. โMangoes.โ
He froze. Blinked. Then the faintest smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. โElite choice.โ
โYou think?โ
โMangoes are chemically fascinating. Ripening rate, sugar-acid balance, volatile compoundsโitโs like fruit alchemy.โ
That made you perk up, pleasantly surprised. โExactly! Thatโs why I picked it. The ester interactions alone could take up an entire section.โ
Now he was staring at you like youโd just revealed a hidden level of a video game.
โโฆYou know esters?โ
โUm, yeah. Iโm majoring in food chemistry and finance.โ
He blinked again. โNo way. Iโm chemistry and finance.โ
You both laughed.
After a beat, he added, โYou could look at my strawberry thesis if you want. For reference. Similar structural breakdowns.โ
โStrawberries? Aren't strawberries... kind of boring?โ
โexcuse me? theyโre a polyploid hybrid with over 600 volatiles and complicated parentage. I liked their dualityโhow theyโre considered berries, but technically arenโt. Plus, they oxidize stupidly fast once cut. Theyโre a mess.โ
You smiled. โThatโs why you picked them?โ
He looked sheepish for a second. โAlso my ex liked them. So I thought maybe if I understood their chemical structure, Iโd understand why she sucked.โ
You snorted. โYou tried to decode heartbreak through fruit?โ
โI got an A.โ
โThat is lowkey impressive.โ
From that day on, you brought him a small Tupperware of fresh mango pieces to class. He always accepted them with quiet reverenceโand without fail, every time, heโd offer you a mango fun fact.
He announced one morning as you handed over the container, already opening it up and popping the fruit in his mouth โmango trees can live for over 300 years and still bear fruit.โ
You paused mid-sip of your coffee, arching a brow with interest. โSo basically, theyโre the sugar daddies of the plant kingdom.โ
Kuroo sputtered around the mango, half-laughing, half-struggling to recover.
You just grinned, grabbing a pen and sliding into your seat beside him. โResilient and generous. Nature really peaked with that one. Oh and technically, I'm feeding you immortal snacks. How cool is that!โ
He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking. โCool enough to make me believe in soulmates with a fruit-based origin story.โ
You started spending more time together after that. Studying. Swapping notes. Late-night library sessions where he explained reaction mechanisms and you countered with theories about flavor extraction in ripe versus overripe fruit. It was the kind of nerdy chemistry (pun very much intended) that felt easy.
He didnโt talk much at first, but when he did, he was sharp, teasing, and way more sarcastic than youโd expected. The quiet guy beside you turned out to be funny, lowkey cocky, and borderline annoying in the most endearing way.
But he never interrupted your train of thought. Never tried to one-up you. Just matched your energy and let you be.
That alone? Made him addictive company.
So when he turned to you after finance management class one day, scratching the back of his neck, and said, โHeyโฆ thereโs a cafe down the street doing a mango-themed menu,โ you raised a brow.
โOh?โ
โMango mousse. Mango sticky rice. All kinds. Thought you might want to join me for someโฆ scientific research.โ
You smiled. โUsing me as an excuse to eat mangoes?โ
โDefinitely. Also, I think Iโve officially been conditioned. You feed me mango after class and now my brain expects it.โ
You laughed. โAre you asking me out?โ
He smirked. โIโm inviting you to assist me in a controlled, mango-based sensory experiment.โ
โโฆThat sounds dangerously romantic.โ
He shrugged. โOnly if the data supports it.โ
She gave him a soft smile, "Text me the timings and address. I'll see you later" before turning around and leaving him a smiling fool
he had crinkles around his eyes, little crowโs feet that ran deep. his smile wasnโt large; it was more a twitch of lips that hid a certain air of playfulness he kept in wraps around you, but even the bangs falling into his face couldnโt shadow the radiance of warmth pooling in the hazel of his eyes. he looked at you like he knew something, something big, something that he had fun and guilt both keeping from you.
โi donโt know what you mean.โ
โi feel like youโre not being honest, kuroo.โ
โtetsurou. besides, me? not being honest? is that what you think of me? that iโm in the habit of lying?โ
โyou think you arenโt?โ
his chin was supported on his hands, and his eyes half lidded as his gaze roamed your face. there was an air of desperation around him like he tried hard to seem like something he wasnโt, like that something brewing in his chest both hurt and delighted him. kuroo tetsurou lied, he did, but mostly to himself.
โyou hurt my feelings.โ
โi was going to say โyou and feelings?โ but you do. youโre the sappiest person i know, so i canโt even insult you in that way.โ
โi do. feelings, i mean. i do have them.โ
the mirth disappeared from his eyes slowly but surely, replaced with something you canโt name. that something you donโt dare name. he sighed and the crowโs feet reappeared, slightly, but without the mischievousness, without the teasing; something vulnerable and protected. hidden behind pestering moments and snorted jokes, something he was scared of sharing.
kuroo tetsurou and you did not have lots of interactions, usually.
so you were more than surprised when he turned to you during chemistry class and looked at you through the tuft of black hair falling into his eyes and let out a string of words that seemingly made no sense to you. his gaze cast away, a certain air of embarrassment hanging in the air when you didnโt answer, and he turned away, mumbling to himself.
โwait, did you just compare me to acid?โ
โno, not acidโ more likeโฆthe reaction is just so explosive, like usโย i mean, just us as in people, or likeโโ he breathed out carefully, and then shook his head at himself, laughter stealing itself to his voice as he rubbed his jaw, โnever mind. i already fucked it up.โ
now, you were not the brightest person in this world, but you could smell a butchered pick up line from a mile away. and the way kuroo tetsurou rested his chin on the inside of his hand, fingers covering his temple, effectively shielding his face from you, with the faintest of pink covering his ears, told you just how secretly embarrassed he was.
kuroo was cute, you thought.ย
it didnโt take a miracle for you to come to the conclusion, especially not when you were used to hearing his loud voice boom through the class during the breaks. he was the one trying to keep some class-visiting friends in line, naturally assuming the leading role to hush them down, blissfully unaware at the same amount of loud energy he was returning.ย
he also didnโt escape you when he tried coaxing his blonde friend to eat more, offering to share his food only to try to bait him into taking it instead, when he got rejected.
you didnโt interact often, but kuroo tetsurouโs presence was hard to miss and the tiny flutter of your heart in response to noticing him hard to ignore.
โso,โ you leaned a little over to him, and subconsciously, he had already started to accommodate you, lowering his head to catch your voice, โif you had to guess and we were, say, a chemical compound, would we be stable or unstable?โ
his eyes lit up, a sly little look overtaking the embarrassment despite the little blush on his cheeks, and you could see his mouth curving up into a little grin, entirely too comfortable to walk the line between smooth-talking and sounding like the biggest nerd you had the fortunate luck of sharing seats with, โgood question. weโd probably be unstable.โ
oh.
you already felt your blood rushing to cover your skin in an embarrassed hue of red because you thought you were slick with that one. unstable? humiliatingโ but then he continued talking.
โbut in a good way, you know? like, when two elements are drawn together, even if itโs turbulent. a little bit of controlled chaos makes things exciting, right?โ
he looked at you with what was supposed to be a lazy smirk, though it wobbled with slight nervosity. one finger of his tried to brush away his fringe of hair, but the black strands fell back onto his face almost effortlessly. he really was cute, and for a split second you wondered the type of kisser he would be.
โso, like sodium and water?โ
โokay, hold,โ he held up a hand, trying to keep his expression in check (and failing to do so), โmaybe not that exciting. thatโs a little too dangerous, though itโs nice to know you like me that much.โ
you nudged his shoulder away from you at the cheesiness, body straightening up again and an eye roll escaped you though you were anything but annoyed.
if anything, you were a little charmed by the cowlicked hair, his eyes trained on you and the slight smile that didnโt know whether it should make fun of you or flirt with you.ย
maybe he could do both.
you then decided to just try your luck because there was no way he tried to actually flirt with you using chemistry if he wasnโt at least the least bit interested, right?ย
โyeah, yeah. maybe you should teach me some of that.โ
he stared for a little while, silent and stumped (because it worked? holyโ), though when he turned back to look back to the front of the class, you noticed the small, secret movement of him fist pumping the air and the stifled smile threatening to overtake his features.
(after class, you definitely didnโt overhear kuroo tetsurou whisper-yelling that you didnโt deny liking him, only for him to act all cool about it in the same minute.ย
as if it was only natural for it to happen, he kept flexing his arms and striking ridiculous poses at the prospect that you supposedly were only one hair width away from being wooed by him.ย
his blonde-haired friend did not seem impressed. at all.)
notes: because even grocery shopping with kuroo somehow turns into chaos and cuteness.
โ Engaged!Kuroo who nods with all seriousness when you tell him that you are only buying essentials but as always, 15 minutes later, he is dramatically comparing four different flavours of spicy Ramen and you both have forgotten what you came for.
โ Engaged!Kuroo who insists on pushing the cart. Not because he's helpful. Because he loves to lean over the handlebar and do "Tokyo drift: Family Mart Edition" around the corner. You once had to physically stop him from trying to use it as a skateboard
โ Engaged!Kuroo who is the absolute worst with the lists. You will give him one, and he would read the first two contents before shoving it in his pocket like a "we'll wing it" maniac.
"Babe, we need tofu, not 3 cans of corn."
"Tofu, cornโit's all plants"
โ Engaged!Kuroo who you always manage to lose to the snack aisle every single time. One second you would be picking out crackers, the next he's popped out behind you like
"LOOK, NEW LIMITED EDITION SPICY SHRIMP-CHIPS"
"Tetsuโwe live in a one-bedroom apartment, where would we even store it."
"You don't need to store it, this bag will be empty before we even leave"
โ Engaged!Kuroo who is an impulse king.
"we don't need that"
"But look how small and round this cheese wheel is. It looks so fulfilling"
He bought it, and it stayed in the fridge untouched until it grew mould.
โ Engaged!Kuroo who would absolutely randomly flirt with you. He would pick up a peach and square it right in your face, telling you it looks exactly plum and juicy like your ass, making the elderly couple beside you scrunch their noses and leave the scene
โ Engaged!Kuroo who helps a random old lady reach a product from the top shelf and then looks back at you, like he wants a gold star. You give him one (a banana sticker from the produce scale)
โ Engaged!kuroo who always insists on bagging the grocery himself. Calling it structural integrity when he tucks the bread into a bag like he's engineering a jenga tower. You just let him cook.
โ Engaged!Kuroo who just watches you eat the snack he got for himself, when in reality he only bought those stuff because he knew you would would never ever buy it for yourself.
โThe Drunk Leading the Drunkerโ
Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurล x GN!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Crack, Domestic chaos
Summary: Kuroo breaks a promise and comes home drunk from an office party, prepared to face your wrath. But youโre also drunkโway drunkerโand very, very happy to see him.
Kuroo wasnโt sure what scared him more: the guilt swirling in his stomach, or the quiet hum of the apartment as he slid the key into the door.
He wasnโt that drunk. Tipsy, maybe. Warm around the edges, a little too giggly in the Uber. But still capable of rational thoughtโand all of it was focused on the fact that he had promised you he wouldnโt drink tonight.
โIโll just have oolong tea,โ heโd said that morning, smiling like the responsible man he wanted to be. โItโs just work people, babe. Iโll be home by ten.โ
It was nearly midnight. And his breath definitely didnโt smell like oolong tea.
He sighed, bracing himself as he pushed open the door, praying to whatever volleyball god was listening that you were asleep.
Instead:
โTETSUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!โ
A blur shot out from the couch, nearly tackling him at the door. He stumbled back with wide eyes as you clung to him like a koala, arms and legs wrapping around him.
โ[N-NAME]?!โ He blinked, catching your weight as you rubbed your face into his neck like a sleepy cat. โWhat the hellโare you drunk?!โ
You gasped, dramatically, then smushed his cheeks together between your hands.
โYou smell like betrayal.โ
Kuroo flinched.
โYou said you werenโt gonna drink,โ you pouted, nose scrunching as your lips turned into a dramatic pout. โI was waiting for you then my best friend dropped by and we drank her Smirnoff, then your wine.โ
You kissed his nose.
โThen I drank mine.โ
You kissed his cheek.
โThen I made a margarita. But the glass was too big, so I put it in a cereal bowl. And now Iโm here. Mwah.โ
Another kissโright on his forehead.
Kuroo stared at you, processing everything. You were flushed, wearing one of his oversized shirts, hair disheveled, and the most dangerous kind of drunk: affectionate and clingy.
He exhaled a shaky laugh.
โYouโre absolutely plastered.โ
You nodded solemnly. โLike a kindergarten art project.โ
โYou were supposed to lecture me,โ he said, guiding the both of you toward the couch. โYโknow, guilt trip me. Hit me with a shoe or something.โ
You gasped. โViolence? Tetsu! I would never. Not when youโre soโsooooo cute!โ
You collapsed onto his lap and started peppering kisses all over his face like an overexcited puppy.
โI love your face. And your eyebrows. And your dumb little nose scrunch when you're worried. Are you worried? Donโt worry. Iโm drunk enough for both of us.โ
Kuroo groaned, laughing as he leaned back against the couch. โGod, I was so ready to beg for forgiveness.โ
โYou are forgiven!โ You declared, throwing your arms in the air and promptly falling off his lap.
โOkayโmaybe weโre done with that.โ He hauled you back up with ease, cradling you against him. โI shouldโve texted. I shouldโve come home earlier. I really did wanna keep that promise.โ
You blinked up at him, finally a bit more lucid. โItโs okay, Tetsu. I trust you. Even when youโre a little dumb.โ
He kissed your hair, grinning.
โNext time,โ he whispered, โI'm staying home. No office parties. Just wine in cereal bowls and dumb forehead kisses.โ
You nodded, already half distracted and playing with his tie against his chest.
โMmmโฆ deal.โ
And just like that, the drunk led the drunker off to bed.
