hihi! sorry this took so long! but i hope you like it <3
your head is heavy as it rests on the palm of your hand, staring blankly at the computer screen which is turning dark as the pen between your fingers hangs loosely while you scribble incomprehensible notes and scribbles on the paper.
eyes struggling to stay awake, and drifting in and out on consciousness. the teachers voice becoming white noise in the background, nothing other than a sound that's putting you to sleep.
there's a nudge on your arm that jolts you back to reality, looking to your right where a cocky grin stares at you – twirling a pen between his fingers. kuroo points at the clock on the wall, the time showing that the day is finally over.
you don't hesitate to shut the laptop and begin to pack up your things, slipping them into your bag – the people around doing the same.
home, home, home.
that's the only thing you're thinking of when you leave the building, when you step off campus, placing in ear buds as you start the journey back home. unfortunately, someone couldn't take a hint and began to join you at your side.
"sleeping during class?" he muses, "we were going over the test, i kind of missed our bickering. no one was trying to one up me, and i had no one to one up."
"i'm not in the mood kuroo,"
"don't tell me you're giving up on us." kuroo says, raising a hand to his chest as he feigns hurt, "i thought we had something special." he continues, "our fight to be the best, does that mean nothing to you?"
"whoa," your head turns, "since when are 'we' a thing?" snorting at the comment, "i don't want to be the best, i just want to be better than you."
"okay... well if we're going to be continuing this little charade of ours, you can't fall asleep during classes." kuroo hums, "how are you going to be better than me when you won't even be awake?"
"why do you even care so much?" lowering the volume of the music and pulling out an ear bud to hear him better, "am i really your only source of happiness and thrill these days?" you tease.
"what? no, of course not." he waves off, voice raising up to five octaves higher. "i just like how you motivate me to do something, to be more..."
"deceptive, calculated, and a little weasel?"
"i prefer strategic, but sure."
you let out something like a laugh. you and kuroo don't hate each other, it's just a little game where you think you're better than the other and want to prove it.
he find it refreshing to be around you, he loses track of time. so much so, that through all the lame jokes and banter he hadn't realised that he'd just walked you home.
kuroo didn't know what that feeling was creeping up inside of him, but he didn't want to leave – to end the conversation – to say goodbye. he wants to stay, to listen to you talk, to deal with your utterly lame jokes and watch how excited you get when he mentions something you love.
tfw your RP partner leaves you to plot because you are The Smart One and The Good One and you make this overly complex plot and you forget a plot line and your entire plot crashes and burns and you burn and scream and never write again reblog if you agree
