#nerd kuroo

[offt0wonderland]

Chapter 9 ₊˚⊹♡

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⁠♡ fem!reader x haikyuu!! boys

𝜗ৎ: during a late-night stroll, you had somehow found yourself in a whole new world… or more precisely, Nekoma's gym… during their annual training camp. yikes.

🎧ྀི: Karasuno, Nekoma, Aoba Johsai, and Fukurodani Academy

❀ part 10: a whole new world

Kenma was never great at talking. The longest sentence he ever uttered was during an online lobby, and those words weren’t exactly the nicest. But he never cared. He prided himself on his observations, the logical part of his brain that kept him ahead of his teammates on both the court and the PC. 

Except now? Now all he wished for was the mere gift of a conversationalist. He wanted the analytical side to rationalize words instead of strategy. Maybe then he wouldn’t have his phone stuffed to his face, steps in a quiet sync with yours, echos of wins sparked from his speaker instead of your voice. 

And it stung. The way his friends could make you laugh, palms covering the cute gape of your mouth as you wheezed through the constant waver of your lungs, but he couldn’t. He didn’t have jokes — certainly not ones to intentionally create hysterics. The only tool he had to get you to crack a smile would be to display the amount of objectives he’s accomplished in Dragon Quest. But he wasn’t sure if you understood the game, or if you’d find his knack for video games as appealing as Bokuto’s toned stomach. 

“Um,” Kenma leaned his face closer to his screen, the blonde pieces of his hair concealing the light flush of his cheeks. “Do you play video games?” 

Your pace slowed down, allowing Kenma to stumble blindly a few feet forward before he realized your presence no longer accompanied him. And he thought he broke you. The setter’s prefrontal cortex glitched; the reasoning within the left side of his brain broken — he fucked up. He was stupid enough to think a girl as pretty as you dabbled in something that required a lack of social skills. 

But then you smiled. Your eyes twisting towards the road as you patted your fingertips underneath your chin as you went into thought. “I’m not the best at fps, but story-driven? Yeah, that’s my shit.” Really, you loved that he asked. You missed the cozy nights in your own room, the cat curled on the end of your bed as the lava lamp helped illuminate the graphics. So, any moment to discuss the warmth of that feeling brought gaiety. “Until Dawn was kind of my awakening… Actually scratch that, Wind Waker was the start of my obsession. Ohhh, and when I got introduced to Animal Crossing — game over.”

Kenma couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t fathom that you just poured into a list of games you cherished. Some of the very ones he actually played, in fact. “Animal Crossing?” 

“Yup!” You shifted on the balls of your feet. “Fuck Tom Nook though, I owe him way too many bells. Surprised he hasn’t actually arrested me for consistently dodging the abd on the terminal machine.” 

Truthfully, Kenma wasn’t going to offer you a chance to play on his switch. He was content with the idea of you resting on the blankets, observing the consistent wins he’d achieve in boss battles. But then your face lit up. The genuine smile that you rarely ever showed now radiating the surrounding area… all because of him, and his simple question. “Did you want to play?”

“Play?”

He nodded. “You can do whatever you want on my island. I need to add more to my museum anyway, so it’d be great if you could contribute.” 

Did Kenma just speak more than one sentence? Oh my God. 

You shook your head frantically, your pace doubling in speed. It was the first time you could do something remotely normal, something that filled your head with ease instead of a jumble of puzzle pieces you couldn’t quite fit into place. 

Kenma tried to match your speed. He swiveled his head upwards and downwards, attempting to pay attention to the battle on his phone while he dodged curbs and lamp posts. Hell, you were too focused on swindling Tom Nook to even consider the possibility of his parents at home (thankfully, they were gone at work — you’d probably have a heart attack if you ran into them). 

And as soon as Kenma unlocked his door, you ran. Your shoes were kicked off mid-stride, socks pattering against the floor as Mochi darted out from beneath the couch, tail high and curious. He followed you without hesitation, hopping onto the bed the second you did. It was exactly how you remembered it — the faint scent of fabric softener, the tucked covers near the wall, the quiet hum of electronics. A small fragment of your day-to-day that felt untouched: The one place beginning to feel more like repose than anguish. 

Except the only thing that kept it from feeling like vestige was a missing purple glow bleeding from the right side of his desk. “You should get a lava lamp.” 

“Huh?” Kenma looked up from the floor, knees pressed into the wood as he dug through his bag. “A lava lamp?”

You nodded indolently, stretching out to give Mochi space as he climbed onto your stomach, a pleased purr vibrating against you while your fingers scratched behind his ear. Kenma’s eyes narrowed slightly at the betrayal. Yep, he was still a traitor. But his gaze shifted involuntarily  when Mochi moved again, tugging your sweater up just enough to expose a sliver of skin. 

His throat tightened at the reveal: Oh what he’d do to — No. Kenma get it together. You were speaking. “Whenever I play, I usually turn mine on. Makes the room warmer. Well, not temperature-wise but like… I don’t know, just feels less lonely.” 

Kenma made mental note of that. He was definitely going to buy one. 

He stood, finally producing his Switch and handing it to you with a small explanation of his island. Most fruits were collected, the museum nearly complete with all species of fish, and seasonal clothes were fully stocked for future events. But when you scrolled, sweeping your eyes across the spring essentials, you couldn’t help but snort. “Why do you have five orange bucket hats?”

He stilled, irises as insipid as ever. “They’re resourceful.” 

“They’re identical.”

His straightened brows indented inwards at your rebuttal. Sure, they all were the same, but each one had a calculated weekday associated with it. Besides, Shoyo was always one to steal them. “They’re needed.”

You meant to invalidate that assertion, just like you did to his previous objection. But with the way his pupils blew wide, trembling slightly as though the logical side of his brain listed rational explanations for each hat, you decided it was best to leave it alone. Well, until you came face-to-face with his friend’s list. “Who’s TinyGiant2.0?”

“Hinata.” He shrugged. 

Your eyes widened, torso already straightened upwards: Mochi slid off your stomach in protest. “Can I text him to come to the island?!”

He hesitated — not because of Hinata. But because of the way you looked right now. For the first time, you seemed… comfortable. Kenma didn’t have to peer through a fractured mask; he was seeing you for you. A bright, beautiful, and insanely nerdy girl. 

And this world, the one you had found yourself in, didn’t feel so bad anymore. At least, temporarily. 

“Fine.” He muttered.

And as you quickly began typing out a chaotic island invite, Kenma leaned back against his desk, watching you. He wasn’t sick — not really. But the heat didn’t leave his body; something was warm, and he couldn’t quite place what. 

Surely though, it would vanish. The perspiration on his temples would subside and the pang in his abdomen would level out. There was no way in hell he’d let such a mundane instance influence his emotions — so why was he so… giddy? 

Normally he’d be infuriated with someone overtaking his room. But when you laughed, when his cat chose you over him, and his console sat in your hands instead of his, he adored it. Finally, a person took notice of his interests. And they didn’t pester him with volleyball. 

“Your house is huge,” you noted, body curling in on itself as your head found the pillow. “How much do you owe Tom Nook with all these expansions?” 

Kenma didn’t hear you. His heart was pounding too rough against the cage of his ribs to listen to a single syllable that slipped your throat. The left hemisphere of his brain had been stuck on go, a list of what-ifs running rampant in this situation: Should he sit down? Should he keep distance? 

It was infuriating, really, not knowing the outcomes to each strategic input. With games and volleyball it was predictable; he could stand on the other side and calculate a player's next move. Their last ditch effort to score a point. But you? You were unpredictable. Which made it all the more worse for Kenma. 

“Oh, wait no I see it on the terminal.” You were oblivious to the sweat stained trousers Kenma wore, the slick on his palms swiping continuously against the polyester in a futile attempt to keep his nerves at bay. “4 million?! Oh yeah, no, I’m avoiding Tom Nook.” 

He conjured up an emotionless chuckle. Fuck. He was acting like a complete hermit, someone that stationed themselves in front of a screen instead of interacting with humans. If it was Kuroo, he would’ve strided over to the bed, digits on your leg as he leaned over to watch you play. But he didn’t have that kind of confidence, and he never really would. 

The only mental relief came from you. Your hands patting the spot next to you once Shoyo island-hopped to Kenma’s. “Hinata is on! Let’s mess with him.” 

And mess with him you did. You ushered Karasuno’s middle blocker over to the river, feigning innocence as you buried pitfall traps around him. You even gave him a sliver of hope, stating Kenma had built an obstacle course on the far side of the island. He followed blindly, trying to keep up with your pace as you ran circles around the map. 

The kicker? Hinata spent ten minutes behind you just to see a small exercise ball resting against a peach tree. 

“How do you know how to do this?” Kenma asked. 

You shrugged, body shifting slightly as Mochi intercepted your bodies. “I did it all the time to my friends.” 

Friends. That word stung. And you couldn’t help but wonder if they were looking for you. If your phone, which blocked old contacts, was flooding with anxious texts and pleas to come home. 

But you didn’t know how. And honestly, you didn’t really know if you wanted to. 

You told yourself you’d search, that you’d circle the vicinity to capture a lining of familiarity, chase any flicker of recognition that might guide you back to your family. But every time you tried, something happened: chaos ensued, distractions thrown your way. It was almost laughable — the way the universe seemed to rearrange itself just enough to keep you stationed here.  And realistically, it was working.

The world 1: you 0

It was like whiplash the way the past few hours molded your concept of your new reality. Funnily enough, beside the occasional panic attacks, you were beginning to enjoy everyone’s company: The slight teasing from Kuroo, the frantics from Bokuto, and the sweet messages from the Karasuno team.

“Hey, Kenma?” The boy beside you glanced up from his screen, golden eyes blinking once as his shoulder brushed yours by accident. The contact was light, barely tangible, but he still felt it. “When are preliminaries?” 

The setter opened his mouth to respond; but then he caught the shine. Not enough to fall, but enough to gather at the corner of your sclera. And he knew that look all too well; inner turmoil. It was the same expression he had whenever Kuroo tried dragging him somewhere he wasn’t sure he belonged. That internal tug-of-war between comfort and obligation. “4 weeks from now.” 

You nodded… 4 weeks. 

It wasn’t the longest timeframe, but still, it didn’t feel short either. There was no way you could crash at Kenma’s for that timeframe. And what about school? You had no paperwork, no legal documents to prove your birth — entering academics would just sound alarm bells. 

“I have a feeling you’re doing a debate.” Mochi was the first to respond to his statement, nudging his nose underneath your chin in an effort to have you scratch behind his ear again. “Internally.” 

“No, I’m okay.” Another lie. 

Kenma was never one to budge. In fact, he loathed when people pushed for answers. And yet, here he was, torso tilted backwards as he crammed his face back to the screen, fingernails dug on the grooves of his teeth. “I don’t — your family… I don’t know much,” he paused, briefly, before continuing. “You can always stay here.” 

Now that sounded ridiculous. “Your parents would allow that?” 

“Pretty sure my dad always wanted a daughter.” He shrugged. “They’d love having you around.”

You shouldn’t have pondered that offer. It was rude, staying in someone else’s house for months on end with barely any connection. But it stuck like glue on the bottom of a shoe. And you couldn't help but imagine what it would be like; constant sleepovers, different friends… a new life. 

On the outside, it sounded wondrous. 

But you couldn’t escape the begrudging inevitable: school. You basically told the group you were attending a tiny private academy, one geared more to studies than athletics. What would they say if you switched up the lie? How would you even cover for it? Hi, sorry about my little fib. I’m actually a Nekoma student but felt embarrassed. 

God, for someone who lies so much, you quite suck at it. 

Then, Kenma spoke; words flowing out of his mouth that even surprised him. “Why not transfer to Nekoma?” You fumbled with the gadget, the pad of your thumb swiping against the left stick. It was weird — like he was subconsciously reading your mind. As if somehow he had connected to your brain via bluetooth. “You’d be a great manager.” 

“Manager?” 

He shrunk into the cushion of the bed, the top of his head dangerously close to the edge of your shoulder. He wanted to hide. He wanted to grab a hoodie and wrap it around his ears to conceal the faint pink that betrayed just how socially inept he was. “For volleyball. Yamamoto might have a heart attack — but that’s okay.”

This was your opening. The small gap the universe provided. “That sounds… Nice.” 

Kenma wanted to throw up right there. This whole discussion had sent him on flight or fight, the normal gears in his brain untuned and dangerously rattling. But when things fell back into silence, your gaze fixated back on his character and Mochi curled at the end of y’alls feet, was he able to let out a sigh of relief. 

And close his eyes. 

Being talkative was so draining. Something that even you noticed; head wobbling over to the roots of his hair, eyelids drooping, your right hand curling into the hem of his shirt. Nothing could really wake the two of you up. Not the sound from the small speakers, not the cat adjusting positions. And definitely not Kuroo hobbling inside late at night after a long practice. 

Tetsuro stilled at the doorway, gym bag slung lazily over his shoulder while he eyed the two of you. The captain was never one to observe so scrupulously, that was Kenma’s role. But right now? Right now all he took in was the way you were curled slightly inward, one hand fisted loosely in the fabric of Kozume’s shirt like you’d grabbed onto it mid-dream and never let go.

Kenma, overtime, had shifted on his back, head tilted toward you, one arm draped around your waist. The room felt… strained. Like Kuroo wasn’t meant to be there. But he replayed your question, your words recycling like a reel within his mind: You invited him to sleepover. 

So why did he feel like he was intruding?

But what was worse was the realization of how at ease Kenma appeared. He had seen his friend passed out on moving buses, on top of bleachers, on the side of a court — never once had he seen him sleep like this, though. 

From the moment Kuroo met Kenma, observing as he lazily passed the ball, it was already solidified that his new friend wasn’t the type to entangle himself with another person; especially not a girl. “Huh.” He whispered. 

He told himself it was surprising. That was all. The twist in his abdomen was nothing more than confusion and guilt for interrupting. Then you shifted, face angling closer into Kenma, fingers tugging his shirt unconsciously. Kenma’s arm reacted without waking, his grip tightened just a fraction more. 

And Kuroo’s jaw flexed. 

The middle blocker stepped forward, fully prepared to wake up the odd rest session y’all had found yourselves in. His hand hovered over your shoulder, the Adam's apple in his throat caught. You looked so peaceful. The most serene he’d seen you since you appeared at the doorstep of Nekoma’s gym. 

And it hurt. It hurt that it wasn’t him giving you that ease… it was Kenma. Tetsuro was never good at the quiet parts. The only way he’d ever get you to break into solace was with his chemistry jokes. But he didn’t think someone as gorgeous as you was nerdy enough to find enjoyment in that. 

So, when Kenma blinked, eyes peered up at his friend, Kuroo gave a weakened smirk. He outstretched the blanket from the floor over the two of you. And once Kenma fell back into slumber, he left. 

He walked out and did his best to forget the twitch in his arm as he spiked a volleyball into the side of the apartment wall. 

♡ Hinata's response to you messing with him ♡

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author's note: I feel really proud of this chapter. Ugh, I love angst. (you guys see how Kenma and Kuroo just keep comparing themselves to each other hehe). Also, Hinata getting pranked and his response on text lmaoo. Oh and I keep seeing lava lamps all over tiktok so I added it to your personality I'm so sorry.

Also, I'm still writing for my requests! I should have them done by the end of the week!

(I have so much money I owe Tom Nook on Animal Crossing it's not funny guys)

♡ tags: @dreamlessnight , @fanboilingwriter, @mo072806, @rinizitos, @biggestforehead, @neverst0rm, @feral-wildlife-scientist

[tsukkiwaterhouse]

almost, is never enough

"i’d rather go blind"

જ⁀➴ chapter two of "almost, is never enough"

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

જ⁀➴plot: you’re oikawas twin sister and manager of the volleyball club. you and iwaizumi dated for five years and everyone thought you’d eventually get married considering how healthy your relationship seemed. during senior year, things got rocky when college decisions came out. uncertainty and lack of communication ultimately led to a break up. your last year of college you receive an invitation to a high school reunion, afraid to meet iwaizumi again you replay memories in your head, feelings come rushing back, but the two of you live different lives now.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

pairings: hajimeiwaizumixreader, iwaizumi ex boyfriend, kurootetsurouxreader, college!kuroo x reader

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and really what could you say, you gave it a try– you both gave it a try. 

it’s been years since then, trying to recall everything that happened only provides a headache for you. college kept you busy, not that you constantly thought about iwaizumi, the truth is you’d moved on from what happened. choosing to accept that it wasn’t meant to be and it was nothing more than a teenage romance. 

cars rushed past you at the stoplight, the force of the wind was strong enough to make you stumble slightly as you fiercely typed a message out on your phone. 

“godd, do i need to spell it out for him? the answer is clearly A,” you talked to yourself, you got distracted waiting for the crosswalk light to turn on and ended up messaging back your classmate. 

“who’s him?” 

you didn’t even notice someone was beside you. 

“my classmate, for a project- uh, he just, one sec,” you continued typing a paragraph out, watching the three dots show up for a few seconds before disappearing again, “he just doesn’t understand what i’m trying to explain, he has the wrong answer and i- sorry you’re a complete stranger i shouldn’t be talking about this.” 

you turned to look at the individual beside you, he stood a little bit too close.

“i’d hate to be that guy then,” he grinned, he was pretty charming. 

you shot him a smile before laughing awkwardly, “yeah, i’m sorry for complaining to you, oh- i’m y/n by the way.” you held your hand out for him to shake but he stood there analyzing your hand for a few seconds before gently holding it in his palm. 

his hands were slightly rough, still soft, but they definitely had a story to tell, plus they were huge. you shook hands before you gave him a funny look. 

“you going to introduce yourself or?” 

“oh!” his face flushed a slight pink, “i’m kuroo, kuroo tetsurou.” 

you hummed before taking a good look at him, hair spiked up, white button up with a red and white tie, with a gray blazer perfectly hugging his broad shoulders.

 “makes sense.”

“what’s that?” he asked, glancing up he noticed the crosswalk light turn on and motioned for the two of you to continue your way forward.

“you kind of look like a cat, like the one from alice in wonderland,” you stifled a laugh as you quickly made your way across the street. you hated walking through crosswalks, preferring to run or do an awkward combo of walking and running. 

“are you referring to my name? everyone always says that,” he asked, the corner of his lips curving into a small smirk, “and are you always in a rush like that?” 

“yes i’m referring to your name- and no i’m not always in a rush, sometimes i mix it up a bit and walk-run,” you said it proudly but it felt a bit corny coming out of your mouth. 

“someones gotta learn to take her time,” he laughed, hand curling into a fist to cover his smile, “ever tried just walking?” 

“no, never, only someone strange would do that,” you smiled back at him, ignoring the constant buzzing coming from your phone. 

“referring to me?” 

“you ask a lot of questions, kuroo tetsurou,” 

“just trying to know you more,” he shrugged, it was only then you noticed how well his suit defined his arms. 

“and why’s that, kuroo tetsurou?” you asked, rolling your eyes slightly. 

“well look who’s asking the important questions,” he grinned, pearly whites almost blinding you, “and i’ve seen you walking this way for a while, always wanted to start a conversation but you’re glued to that phone, that’s bad for your eye sight you know.”

“wow are you a doctor?” you pretended to be shocked, “and yeah i take this way to school.” 

“what school do you go to?” 

“university of tokyo,” you smiled sheepishly like you’d just told him a secret. 

“i go there too! i’m a senior,” his body turned to face you, his head tilting slightly, the sun caught his eyes for a brief second. his hazel eyes glowed like a cats in the night as he turned to look at you. “are you a senior?” 

“i am,” you shook the growing adoration for him off, reaching to tuck your phone into your pocket. you watched his eyes dip down to watch, a small smile creeping onto his face as he quickly turned away, facing forward. 

“lets hang out?” he almost winced, he meant to say it as a statement, wanting to seem confident and cool in front of you. but, it ended up coming out as a wimpy question, luckily, he was always quick on his feet. “unless, you think i’m too cool for you.”

walking in silence, you turned to look at each other before bursting out in laughter. 

“was that an attempt at flirting?” you asked between laughs, you felt your face getting hotter the harder you laughed, squeezing your sides. 

kuroo felt his sides aching, “i think so?” he couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh.

“that was really bad,” you wiped away a tear, covering your mouth to muffle a giggle, “but yeah sure, we can hang out” you teased. 

“i don’t really flirt with girls at all, i mostly just give up,” he admitted, face red with embarrassment. 

you looked at him from the corner of your eye before reaching for your phone and unlocking it, ignoring the paragraph written by your classmate, “here, i’ll let you ask me for my number, i GUESS.” 

he chuckled, putting a hand to his heart, “oh wow thank you for this opportunity, y/n,” he cleared his throat before forcing a serious look onto his face. 

“may i have your phone number please?” 

you almost laughed at how he asked it, shy and full of nervousness, but it wasn’t every day you met a charming guy who also happened to have manners.

“yes you may, kuroo tetsurou,” you held out your phone, heart skipping a beat as he gently grabbed it from you, fingers brushing against yours. 

“you know you can just call me kuroo?” he smiled, before reaching into his pocket, pulling out black glasses with thin metal frames. 

holy shit. he was a nerd. 

or maybe you were just stereotyping him. 

“you need glasses?” you asked, refraining from freaking out as he slipped them onto his face effortlessly. 

“yeah,” he breathed out, beginning to type your number onto his phone and squinting his eyes ever so slightly, the phone screen reflecting in his glasses. he turned his head towards you, “do they look bad?”

if he asked you that a few minutes ago you would’ve thought he was trying to flirt again but he was genuinely asking you, a hint of fear in his voice. 

“no of course not, not that i’d judge though, if you need them to see why don’t you wear them more often?” you asked. 

kuroo thought for a moment before answering, “when i was in high school, a few girls told me i looked too nerdy and that i shouldn’t wear them.” 

your heart dropped, “that’s actually evil, im sorry.” 

“don’t be, i had bigger things to worry about in high school than that, but i guess i still thought about it subconsciously,” he shrugged, handing your phone back. 

you felt your phone buzz.

unknown number 

hey, its kuroo :) 

the two of you continued to walk together for a bit longer before going separate ways, once you got to your class you sat down, dragging your notebook out of your backpack before plopping your pencil case down onto the desk. 

it was quiet in the classroom for once, despite how often your phone buzzed, your classmate must not be there yet. 

“so today really is a good day,” you said to yourself, flipping your notebook open. 

“well well well!” a loud voice yelled, that phrase sent shivers down your spine, an all too familiar phrase really. 

“clearly i spoke too soon,” you mumbled, eyes rolling back. 

“y/n! i wasn’t going to show up today but i’m going to prove you wrong!” he yelled, throwing his bag down onto the seat next to you. 

“tanaka you know, it’s really not that serious,” you took a deep breath, “i’m here for actual college, you’re just here because you failed this class, moved to tokyo, and got surprised when you were required to retake it, and of all places, you chose my school!”

“you’re so much more grumpy now that you’re old,” he grumbled, aggressively writing something down in his notebook. 

“the correct sentence is C, see?” he held up the notebook. 

C. your the only person i know here

“you’re joking right?” you asked, “i feel so bad for kiyoko right now, that’s the wrong you’re tanaka.” 

“she said she loves me just the way i am!” he exclaimed, crossing his arms proudly before opening one eye to look at you sideways. 

“sure whatever dude, just stop spamming my phone,” you laughed, shaking your head. 

“alright class, hope you did your homework last night, i have good news and bad news, good news is we got a TA, finally, and bad news is, your papers will be graded late since he has a lot of papers to go through,” your professor stood at the front of the class, motioning the TA to walk in.

you looked down at your phone, deleting the notifications from tanakas spam texting session earlier. 

“hi im kuroo tetsurou, email me whenever, i’m open to homework questions,” kuroo smiled, despite introducing himself to the class, his eyes were trained on only one person. 

your head snapped up in surprise, your eyes meeting his cat-like ones. 

there you go y/n, he thought, the corner of his mouth tugging into a cheshire grin.

kuroo was just as surprised as you were but of course he had to play it cool, he’d already slipped up earlier. you smiled at him from your desk, something about you intrigued him, so much so he ended up ‘accidentally’ walking the same route as you to school. no matter how many days he tried to memorize your route, you always split up a couple blocks away from the school, so he figured he’d never actually see you on campus since your classes might just be on different ends of campus. 

you didn’t make much eye contact in class, busy talking to tanaka, or actually focusing on the assignment.  kuroo couldn’t help but peak up at you from his desk, watching you slightly tug at your hair every time tanaka got on your nerves. 

when class ended, students rushed out but you took your time packing your things up while tanaka talked your ear off. 

“do you ever stop talking?” kuroo asked, standing beside tanakas desk. 

tanakas head reeled back, looking at whoever had the audacity to talk to him like that, you sat there eyes wide while your body was getting ready to flee the scene just in case a fight broke out. suddenly, tanaka stood up, the desk creating a loud noise in the now empty room. 

“eh?! it’s you! the rooster head captain!” he exclaimed, “didn’t go pro?” tanaka egged, nudging kuroo with his elbow. kuroo rolled his eyes before taking a step back, hands shoving tanakas elbow away. 

“yeah whatever, hows string bean doing?” he smiled.

you felt awkward just sitting there listening to their conversation so you quietly got up, pushed your chair in, and headed down the stairs to go towards the exit. 

“y/n, where ya goin?!” tanaka yelled, moving his body to see past kuroos body, kuroo turned around quickly, an almost panicked expression on his face. 

“going home tanaka, tell kiyoko i said i miss her!” you yelled, waving goodbye before stepping out of the classroom.

tanaka nodded and turned to speak to kuroo again but kuroo was already halfway gone, “hey! city boy!” he yelled. 

kuroo stopped for a second, turning to face him, “yes?” 

“ya like her?” tanaka asked, completely oblivious to the fact kuroo might not want to share that. kuroos face flushed with red.

that was all tanaka needed. 

“don’t mess around with her,” hands in his pockets, he strutted down the stairs before standing right in front of kuroo, “seriously, she’s one in a million, never had a kinder friend than her, don’t hurt her.” 

kuroo stood amazed, he’d never seen tanaka serious for more than a few seconds unless they were playing against each other. 

“got it, thanks.” 

they nodded to each other before going their separate ways. 

kuroo desperately tried to find you inside the building until he remembered you said you were going home. he headed outside and walked down the path he took this morning, finding you walking slowly. 

“toru- no seriously listen to me- NO, do not give her that oh my god, you’re gonna be single forever,” he heard you sigh, watching from a few feet away how you ran a hand through your hair. 

“y/n!” he exclaimed, you turned slowly, the phone held up to your ear before a small smile made its way to your face.

“hey toru, gotta go- no! hes not! oh my god.” you gritted out, frantically pressing the end call button, “well hello kuroo tetsurou.” 

kuroo smiled, “sorry about that i didn’t know you were on the phone, about earlier, i meant to talk to you but i knew that guy from high school-” 

“it’s alright! i know him too so don’t worry, want to walk with me?” you asked, kuroo nodded and walked beside you. 

“so you know him? he’s not the annoying classmate is he,” he joked, but laughed when you actually nodded. 

“i’ve known him since high school, our schools were basically rivals, in volleyball at least,” you admitted, kuroo jumped up a bit. 

“were you on the volleyball team? from which school?” 

“oh uh no, i was a manager for the boys team at aoba johsai,” you gave him a half hearted laugh, “i tried playing volleyball but my brother kind of sucked the fun out of it, he was captain of the team.” 

kuroo nodded, “you’re toru oikawas sister,” he covered his mouth in disbelief, “oh my god.” 

“yeah i am- wait what why, what have you heard?” you panicked, looking around as if you could feel your brothers presence.

“i’ve met him a couple times, he’s- he’s definitely a character,” he joked, carefully, hoping he wouldn’t accidentally upset you. 

“oh definitely, imagine how i feel, we’re literally twins, it’s a horrible day every time i’m reminded of that,” you groaned, “but i didn’t really interact with our team, for some reason i got really close with the other teams.” 

“oh really? which ones?” kuroo looked at you, watching how your hair shined in the setting sun.

“karasuno, mainly because i went to school with kageyama, but i grew to like everyone on the team since they practiced against us a lot, not a team but i met akaashi keiji once and i adore him, shiratorizawa for obvious reasons, our schools are rivals but tendou is my best friend and i love to piss my brother off.” 

“holy shit, you’ve been around,” he laughed, “i didn’t know managers got to meet so many people.” 

“obviously,” you scoffed, “what do you think we do while sweaty ass boys play volleyball for five hours? anyway, i’m assuming you played?” 

kuroo nodded, a fond smile reaching his face as if he was reliving memories, “i was captain of the nekoma team.” 

it felt bittersweet saying that. 

was. 

“do you wanna listen to music?” he asked, holding out an earbud, you nodded. 

“you better have good music taste.” 

how can you mend a broken heart : al green 

the two of you walked in silence for a moment before you glanced at him, “ever thought of wireless earbuds?” you joked. 

kuroo smiled before shaking his head slightly, “i’m nostalgic, i miss the past.” 

“do you miss volleyball?” you asked carefully. 

“those were really good times, i enjoyed playing, never thought i’d try to go pro but, i still wanted to be involved with volleyball, but here i am.” he shrugged, a feeling of sadness surging through him. he felt a gentle pressure on his arm, looking down he saw your hand resting there, a sorrowful expression on your face. 

“maybe you could teach people how to play, you know maybe coach a team or something.” you suggested, letting your hand fall to your side. 

something in kuroo changed that evening. 

he felt hopeful for the first time in a long time. 

“i hadn’t thought of that,” he nodded along with the thought, “i’ll seriously consider that, it’s better than being a chemist.” 

“the sky is the limit right?” your face lit up, “we should always go for our dreams.” 

“always. it’d be silly not to when we’re this young and have so much time on our hands, your brother sure went after his dream,” he laughed.

“i know! that jerk, i want to go to brazil,” you whined, mentally cursing oikawa. 

“y/n oikawa, interesting name,” kuroo commented, you laughed before shaking your head in disagreement. 

“kawas made such a name for himself that our last name just sounds like his first name,” you rolled your eyes, “plus our older sister doesn’t come around often since she’s married, so i thinking i should try changing last names.” 

“i get it, trust me, mines not around often either,” he admitted, by now the song was coming to its end and the sun had set. 

summer nights were always the best for taking long walks, it was warm, and it felt endless. the stars weren’t as bright in tokyo, the city lights and atmosphere covering them with a blanket. 

“so what made you approach me today, couldn’t possibly have been by chance,” you wondered, voice shaking slightly due to nerves while the headphone wire softly clinked against your earrings. 

“i’ve seen you around, not on campus, just walking to campus,” he spoke like it wasn’t anything big, “i thought you looked cool and i don’t know, just wanted to talk to you.” 

“i’m glad you did,” you smiled at him, his face dusted with pink that was barely visible in the night. 

“yeah, me too mini oikawa.” 

“oohhh, you really want a right hook right now don’t you?” you joked, lightly tapping your fist into your palm. 

“no no ma’am i don’t want any smoke thank you very much,” kuroo breathed out, his arm brushed against yours, nerves got the best of both of you and you split apart like two magnets, causing your side of the headphones to fall against his side. 

it felt increasingly difficult to find things to talk about that would result in a longer conversation, but he seemed fine with the silence. you continued walking until you reached an apartment complex. 

“uh- well, this is me, so, goodnight,” you shot him a nervous smile before you turned to walk up the stairs to the lounge door. 

kuroo nodded, turning to walk away, the feeling of disappointment flashed through you before you quickly shrugged it off. walking up the stairs, you reached for the door handle, pulling the door open. 

“y/n wait!” kuroo exclaimed, the two of you spinning back quickly. 

“yes?” you answered, straightening your back and fixing the bag straps on your shoulder. 

“can we do this again some time?” he asked, looking up at you, “walk together i mean, or- like literally anything else outside of school.” 

you smiled before nodding, “yes, yes we can kuroo tetsurou, it’s the weekend so, maybe something soon?” 

he nodded before waving goodbye and disappearing in the night. 

from your apartment you had a pretty good view of the city, one of your favorite things to do was sit in the windowsill and people watch. it was intimate, creating stories for people you’ve never met before. you watched young high school couples walk together, breathing a sigh you changed your focus to the sky. 

“is it alright for me to move on now?” you asked, leaning your head against the warm glass, staring at the cloudy skies. 

you wondered what the sky looked like in other countries, was it this cloudy? were the stars this dim or were they a bit brighter in a place that didn’t have as much bustle. what was it like in california? 

as soon as that question crossed your mind you shot out of the windowsill, beginning to pace your apartment, picking up any sort of mess until it was spotless. 

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on the other side of the world, toru oikawa made a very risky phone call, not the kind you’d think. beside him were a group of girls, on either side of his couch, he’d just gone through yet another breakup and couldn’t help but party. 

as the phone continued to ring, his eyes rolled back, pressing the dial button again and again until eventually the line picked up. 

“you realize it’s three in the morning?” the voice was ragged, sounded like he’d just woken up.

“yeah sorry, it’s only eleven here, forgot about the time difference, listen i have news.” 

“oh please do tell, please justify the reason you woke me up, i have an exam in four hours,” annoyed but curious, that was how oikawa would describe this conversation. 

“she’s found someone else, iwa,” his voice was blunt, face remaining neutral as one of the girls stroked his arm. 

iwaizumi was silent on the other end, thinking about what to say in return. 

“and you’re telling me because? it’s been years shittykawa.” 

“i told you, if she ever found someone else, i’d be the first person to rub it in your face.” 

“yea? and hows that going for ya,” iwaizumi spoke sarcastically, toru could practically hear the scoff that was about to come next. he never noticed how iwaizumi had developed a sort of western accent until now.

“great actually, feels great, never thought i’d do this to you though, you’ve been in california for too long.” 

iwaizumi thought for a few minutes, the static on the phone growing louder the longer he took to respond. he’d just woken up, sitting up in bed while his hair stuck to his forehead, he looked to his side. his shirt was tossed onto the floor, a pair of legs shifted in his bed, softly kicking his legs. iwaizumi glanced at the girl laying beside him before briefly shutting his no longer tired eyes. 

“is she happy?” he asked, quietly.

he heard oikawas loud laugh on the other end, “are YOU happy?” his friend asked, he could hear the girls in the background, loud phonk music playing. 

clearly oikawa was wasted, he wasn’t supposed to say anything, but, of course knowing him, he still did. 

“that’s debatable,” iwaizumi answered, looking back at the sleeping girl beside him, a classmate of his that he’d been dating for a couple months now, “is she happy?” 

“i’d like to think so, the way he was yelling her name and how she sounded trying to hang up on me, i think they really like each other.” 

something about that absolutely tore iwaizumi apart, he’d long abandoned his position as a stone pillar. california had become his playground with his side hobby of being a college student. 

“don’t get all quiet on me now iwa-chan, i’m pretty happy for her, this is her first time dating since you guys broke up.” 

iwaizumis ears perked up, now there was something he didn’t know. “really?” he asked partly in disbelief but also out of relief that you hadn’t dated anyone, not that he could say the same anyway, but he was still glad nonetheless. 

“yeah, not sure if they’re dating though, think they just like each other, anyway, you coming home for summer break because i am,” oikawa yawned on the other end before he quietly shushed one of the girls beside him. 

“yeah i was planning on just visiting family though,” the more iwaizumi thought about it, the more he wanted to interrupt whatever nice moment it was that you were having, he missed you, as horrible as that was.

“well the reunions next week, i know you’re going to that, bring your girlfriend, fly her out here,” oikawa suggested, but iwaizumi really didn’t want to bring her, this was his break from her. “besides, you’ll be here for two months, i’ll keep you company of course.” 

iwaizumi sighed but nodded as if oikawa could see him, “alright sounds good, see you in a couple days.” 

he looked out the window beside his bed, the night sky looking back at him, he could see the sun faintly in the distance, waiting to rise. iwaizumi wondered what the sky in tokyo looked like tonight. were you looking at the sky at the same time? 

did you miss him the way he missed you? the way he craved you every second of the day. the way that when he realized he no longer possessed the letters you wrote to him, he’d flip his entire room upside down searching for something that doesn’t exist anymore. the way he’d sob into his hands while he sat in the middle of his apartment mourning the loss of your warmth.

california was a beautiful state, filled with heat and waves, but it wouldn’t ever hold a candle to your light. 

were you thinking of him too? 

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a/n: toru oikawa stays a messy ass queen

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I kinda feel sorry for those 'Sex God on Human Form!Kuroo' fans because... This newest episode has completely smashed any hope for that trope. Like sure there was strong evidence against it since the Tokyo Training camp arc but this recent episode was the the final nail.

Like, he's such a mom, look at his an Kenna's interactions, not to mention he's such a flipping nerd, I mean, just listen to him and Yaku.

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you know what i like? bad science jokes ;)

The pun on the black shirt doesn’t work in english but in dutch it basically says dick lmao

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almost, is never enough

"endings, beginnings, and lots of questions"

જ⁀➴: chapter three of "almost, is never enough"

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જ⁀➴plot: you’re oikawas twin sister and manager of the volleyball club. you and iwaizumi dated for five years and everyone thought you’d eventually get married considering how healthy your relationship seemed. during senior year, things got rocky when college decisions came out. uncertainty and lack of communication ultimately led to a break up. your last year of college you receive an invitation to a high school reunion, afraid to meet iwaizumi again you replay memories in your head, feelings come rushing back, but the two of you live different lives now.

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pairings: hajimeiwaizumixreader, iwaizumi ex boyfriend, kurootetsurouxreader, college!kuroo x reader

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the next few days were a blur for you, spent waiting for a text that never came. you wandered through your apartment, phone set down on the coffee table. it’d been only three days. three. and he still hadn’t messaged you.

you had to leave for school soon but decided you wanted to leave a few minutes later just in case you saw kuroo on your way there.

just as you were about to reach for your phone, your ringtone started blaring, and someone began to knock on the door. surprised, you swiped to answer it before making your way to the front door. 

“hey what’s up?” you asked, the individual began to continuously knock on the door while you began to grow annoyed, “toru hold on one second some asshole is banging on my door.” 

swinging the door open you were met with the sight of your brother, phone held up to his ear, and a big grin on his face. 

“surprise!” he yelled, as you dropped your phone a smile making its way to your face as you jumped into his arms. 

“toru! oh my god!” you screamed, jumping up and down with him, it’d been forever since you last saw your brother, almost a year and a half. 

he was always busy and when he did have free time he definitely didn’t come back home, he’d party. but he always made sure to check in on you and never failed to make it to your scheduled facetimes. 

 “how long have you been in tokyo? come in!” you smiled, reaching for his suitcase and dragging it in, oikawa following behind you as he looked at your apartment in shock.

“just got here a few hours ago, figured i’d stay with you since the reunions in tokyo,” he shrugged, shutting the door, “apartments nice by the way.” 

you nodded, turning to grab your phone from off the floor, “i forgot about that,” you admitted, “and thanks, i try to keep it clean but i get busy sometimes.” 

“you’re still going aren’t you?” he squeezed his brows together, giving you a suspicious look.

“well yeah- but lately i’ve been thinking about it and i might not,” you shrugged, checking the time and deciding you’d have to leave soon if you didn’t want to be late. “i have to leave for school soon, wanna walk me there?” oikawa nodded before reaching for your bag on the couch and handing it to you, “why aren’t you going to go?” he asked, he wasn’t even subtle about the reason why, yet you didn’t catch it. 

“um, well, i just have plans that day,” you lied, the reunion was in two days and it wasn’t the biggest concern at the moment. “you have plans, yet you already RSVP’d to it?” he rose an eyebrow while you stepped out of the apartment, walking down the stairs, and out of the building. “just bring whoever it is to the reunion.” 

you looked at the ground before shrugging, “oh well, we’ll see, it’s just a reunion, there’ll be another some other day, in the very distant future.” 

oikawa looked at you from the corner of his eye as you walked, you were twins and yet you looked nothing alike. different in every possible way, he was more outgoing while you weren’t, you were more forgiving than he was, and yet he couldn’t help but feel annoyed whenever he watched you go through something he couldn’t help with. 

“you know what bothers me the most about you?” he started, this made your head snap towards him, “you never want to take any chances because you’re scared of the outcome.” 

“where is this coming from, kawa?” you gritted out growing irritated. 

“you and iwaizumi could’ve worked things out, you could’ve continued volleyball and gone pro, you were good at it, and, you could go to this reunion and have more fun than you think, whoever the guy is you’re talking to, whatever is bothering you right now, because its clear as day something is, just make the first move,” you glanced at your brother, face plain, arrogant walk, and a suspicious glint in his eyes. as the two of you slowed to a stop at the crosswalk, he turned to look at you, “you can’t continue being the scared little girl hiding behind me because she was afraid a boy was going to reject her.” 

“that’s harsh,” you breathed out, “could you possibly fly back to brazil? like right now?” 

oikawa let out a loud laugh before he lightly shoved your shoulder, “i’m just trying to say, as your older brother, i know you could be doing more and i want to push you, and if tough love is the way to do that, then that’s what i’ll do, i love you ya know?” 

“yeah whatever asshole,” you leaned your head on his shoulder before you suddenly stepped away and glanced at him, “was that just a guilt trip to get me to go to the reunion?” 

he sucked a breath in, “yeah pretty much- hey! don’t look at me like that! it worked didn’t it?!” he argued, throwing his hands up before his eyes shifted, “take the chance kid.” 

you turned around, your eyes locking with cat like ones, your heart began to race faster as he got closer. kuroo gave you a small smile before standing next to the two of you, but stayed an arms length distance away.. his attention either focused on the light in front of you or on his phone. he didn’t bother making conversation, as much as it disheartened you, it hurt worse when the crosswalk light turned on and he was already walking away, already halfway to the other side. 

oikawa gave your back a small shove, motioning with his eyes, “you gonna stand there? go.”

you quickly waved goodbye before rushing through the crosswalk. 

“kuroo!” you exclaimed, trying to catch up to him, you watched his shoulders stiffen, your steps faltered. he stood silently, turning to look at you slowly, you felt afraid. 

you wanted to walk past him, apologize, and never speak to him again out of fear, but, things had to be different. you forced your feet to move forward, inching closer and closer to him. 

“you never messaged me,” you breathed out, looking into his eyes while he refused to look into yours. 

take the chance y/n, take the chance! say what you want to say. 

“look y/n-” 

“no, i waited for you to message me, you said you would, so what happened? is there anything i can help with?” you asked, trying to figure him out. 

“i didn’t know how to, i got embarrassed and ended up not saying anything at all, i thought you’d be upset or wouldn’t want to talk so i tried avoiding-” 

“well don’t,” you stated, his shoulders slowly relaxed, “we can communicate instead of ignoring each other.” 

he laughed, “you’re right, im sorry.” “just try not to do that again, okay? lets just talk it out, there’s no need to ignore each other.” 

the two of you began to walk together, this time, shoulder to shoulder. 

snap! 

oikawa slowly let his arm fall, smiling at the picture he just took, you and kuroo both looking at each other with a big smile on your faces. 

he zoomed in on your face, your face was glowing, a look he hadn’t seen in years, not since iwaizumi. oikawa thought of what to do, how messed up his next course of action was, and how it feel good for him to send it. but he couldn’t. he’d never seen you so happy, not in a very long time, he couldn’t do that to you. he figured that despite iwaizumi breaking your heart and you taking years to heal and move on, if kuroo could make you so happy in such a short time, it’d be better not to mess with it. and besides volleyball, you were the only constant in his life that he could rely on. 

he turned his phone off, choosing to be the bigger person as he watched the two of you disappear from view. 

“y/n you player,” he laughed to himself, the crosswalk continued to beep.

he began to walk away, everything had changed. 

oikawa walked back to your apartment, deep in thought. 

he opened his phone again.

don’t do it toru, he thought. 

“fuck it, i’m not that good of a person,” he sent the image to his favorite person to target lately, “sorry y/n, if you won’t get revenge, i will.” 

–

“im sorry,” kuroo had been apologizing the entire day, his face red with embarrassment. 

“kuroo for the millionth time, it’s alright just talk to me next time,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. he smiled before nodding. 

“okay that was the last time i promise,” he swore, the two of you walked out of the school together, ready to walk home. 

“hey i know it’s kind of random, but, i was wondering if you’d come as my plus one to a high school reun-”

“yes! i will!”

your face flushed red, turning your face away so he wouldn’t see, you felt gentle but rough hands graze your cheek. using his thumb and pointer finger, kuroo slowly turned your head to face him. your embarrassed face was met with an even more nervous expression. 

his hands shook slightly as he pulled his hand back, shoving them into his pockets. 

“kuroo?” you asked, your voice shaking. 

“yeah?” he choked out, refusing to let his eyes meet yours. 

“can we stay out later today?” you asked, your hand reached up to clench down on the strap of your bag. 

he let out a soft laugh before nodding, “yeah, we could get something to eat if you want- oh! did you want to drop your bag off?” 

you smiled, nodding enthusiastically, “yes please, i was just about to ask you that.”

the walk to your apartment was quick but also quiet, not a bad kind, it was just comfortable enough. your brother wasn’t home when you opened the door, kuroo waited outside the building, not wanting to invade your privacy or accidentally make you uncomfortable. 

he leaned against the wall, staring down at his shoes, you were taking a bit longer than anticipated and he began to feel anxious wondering if something bad happened. 

he heard footsteps growing closer, familiar voices chatting loudly about something from the past. he glanced up, eyes widening. 

“eh? are you waiting for my sister?” oikawa asked, kuroo nodded, remembering him from this morning. 

“yeah, she’s upstairs grabbing something,” he stated, eyes flickering to the boy next to him.

“shit, you look like you’ve been waiting here for a while, iwa keep him company, she’ll be pissed if she sees you,” oikawa rushed inside, leaving kuroo alone in the most awkward position he’d been in. 

“you played volleyball,” iwaizumi started, “nekoma right?” 

“yeah, yeah, we’ve met a few times at those training camps they’d hold,” kuroo almost rolled his eyes at the memories. 

“so then you must know about me and-” 

“yeah, who didn’t know?” kuroo gave a sarcastic laugh, “you guys were on top of each other.” 

“does she know?” iwaizumi asked, he looked kuroo in the eye, “or did you pretend not to  know her?” 

“she doesn’t know that we’ve met before, not that i’d bring it up, isn’t that awkward?” kuroo countered, he knew what iwaizumi was trying to get at. he didn’t plan on telling you he knew you before, thinking it’d be awkward considering, he couldn’t bring it up without bringing iwaizumi up. 

“why’s that?” iwaizumi rose an eyebrow. 

“considering, she hasn’t brought you up at all, felt it might not be right for me to bring her ex-boyfriend up, ‘specially since he broke up with her in front of a bunch of people.” 

kuroo almost laughed at how stupid this situation was, how would you feel if you came out and saw them right this moment? he’d look silly. 

“do you actually like her?” iwaizumi asked. 

“we’re still getting to know each other,” kuroo shrugged, “it’s fun being with her though.” 

“well, from what i hear, she likes you, got any idea why she’s taking forever?” 

kuroo shook his head.

“c’mon, you pretending not to know?” iwaizumi laughed, “i’ll walk you through it, she’s going through about three outfits and completely scrapping them all to make a new one, she’s been re-doing her makeup because she can’t get her eyeliner just right and accidentally smudges it which frustrates her, so, shes currently crying right now because she feels she’s going to look bad because she’s too much of a perfectionist.” 

kuroos eyes widened slightly, before he nodded, “and you know her so well,” he sighed before exhaling loudly, “what am i doing here then?” 

“i’m not trying to ruin anything, you should be watching her brother, i’m just saying, don’t play dumb.” iwaizumi shrugged before beginning to walk away. 

“where are you going?” kuroo asked, his phone buzzed and his face grew guilty as he watched the notification disappear. 

“im hiding, she’ll be upset if she sees me, i’d rather not mess up her date with you.” 

kuroo glanced down, was this a date? 

his phone buzzed persistently. 

fuck. 

“hello?” he answered, he glanced around, “alisa i can’t come to you right no- no i’m sorry i’m with a friend right now.” 

guilt began to eat away at him.

“i’m with yaku, he’s in the bathroom right now,” he lied, “no- i can’t always come whenever you want me to-” 

he stood in silence listening to alisa ramble, she was a sobbing mess, “okay fine, i’m coming, okay! just give me a second,” he raised his voice slightly, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

he glanced at your apartment complex before sighing, shooting you a long apologetic text before disappearing into the night. 

–

you sighed, throwing yourself down onto the bed, frustration consuming your entire body. 

“seriously! who the hell cancels last minute? he couldn’t just say he had a family emergency? who the hell says ‘oh i’m sorry, i’m really tired and it’s getting late.’” you complained, kicking your feet. your brother stood at your bedroom door, arms crossed while his hand rested on his fist. 

he had a pretty clear idea as to why kuroo left, it was his fault for leaving him there with the evil hound dog iwaizumi. he sighed to himself, mentally slapping himself.

maybe i should throw myself down the stairs so that when i tell her the truth she won’t be so mad- she’ll just feel bad for me,  he reasoned with himself. 

“y/n actually i-” 

“you know what! i’m drinking tonight!” you yelled, shooting out of bed, spooking your brother as he stumbled into the door, watching you shoot past him and out the door. 

he stood in a shocked silence before his senses kicked in, “shit iwa’s outside!” he hurriedly put his shoes on, and booked it down the stairs. 

-

you didn’t care who saw you in this messy state, kuroo got you fucked up, and you needed at least five strong alcoholic drinks before bed.

“you’re tired? well so am i! what kind of excuse is that?” you mumbled to yourself, you must’ve sounded psychotic. you sped walk down the street, ignoring the fact your jeans were scraping against the side walk. 

you frowned to yourself, but you weren’t about to waste an entire outfit. 

it took you forever but you had finally decided on wearing a low cut halter top and bootcut jeans. you dug through your enormous pile of clothes, even scrapped three other outfits just to get to this one. 

your train of thought began to speed up, each ramble that left your mind making less and less sense. you thought it would never stop, at least not until you got to the bar, that was until you slammed into something hard, derailing your train of thought. 

“oh my god im so sorry!” you yelled, trying to help the man you basically body slammed into the ground. he groaned as you held your hand out, apologizing profusely, “im sorry!” you apologized again as he took your hand. 

“watch where you’re going,” he groaned out, his hand reaching down to his lower back. 

“i know i know im so sorry sir i-” you cut yourself off as he looked up. 

your heart slowed and your body felt numb. 

“y/n,” he breathed out, just as shocked as you were. 

the two of you stood in stunned silence, still holding hands. 

“iwaizumi,” you choked out, you could feel your heartbeat going faster, pounding in your head as you felt your eyes water. 

“a-are you okay?” he asked, his eyes flickered to the corner of your eyes, “shit i’m sorry i smudged your makeup,” he looked at his sweater, sighing at how half your face was imprinted onto his sweater. 

your face lit up in embarrassment. you’d sometimes wondered what it’d be like if you saw him again. preferably he would’ve seen  you with an incredibly handsome man slung on your arm and living your best life. but clearly, this was your worst life and this interaction took years off your lifespan once you saw the imprint. 

“i’m so sorry, oh my god, i feel horrible,” you admitted, you wanted to cuss him out or cry and run to the bar but for some reason, nothing bubbled up. 

“it’s alright,” he let go of your hand, assuring you it’d be okay and that he could just wash it off. 

“i should’ve looked where i was going- wait, why are you here?” you asked, “you don’t live in tokyo do you?”

“no, i’m just here visiting ‘kawa, i’m still in california,” he admitted, putting his hands in his pockets. you glanced down at them, retracting your hand in slight disappointment. 

“oh that’s great, okay goodbye,” you nodded to him beginning to walk away, by now, you could feel the sadness begging to burst out. 

you wanted to push him, shove him, and cry. you wanted to scream at him and beg him for clarification. you wanted to ask why he never said he loved you back, why he didn’t fight for you, why he never reached out and left you alone all these years. 

you’d moved on from what happened. you accepted it. but perhaps a part of you couldn’t move on from iwaizumi. 

your thoughts circled back to kuroo and you felt hurt all over again, it seemed like every guy in your life always disappointed you.

“i disappointed you?” iwaizumi asked, you stopped in your tracks, realizing that reality is brutal. you wished that you could just wake up from this nightmare. 

“i didn’t mean to say that out loud, i apologize,” you adopted a formal tone, surprising iwaizumi, “have a good night iwaizumi.” 

now you knew why toru wasn’t home when you got there, and why he rushed into the apartment. 

“please don’t be at my apartment when i come back, if i do come back,” you gave him a small smile before turning away. 

you didn’t catch how a piece of him crumbled at the sight of your smile, he felt exactly how he did back then when the two of you were young. 

it felt like a movie, watching you walk away, he knew he should let go of you. 

you looked beautiful, even more beautiful than the day he lost you. 

just like that, he fell in love again. 

– 

“dude i’m so sorry!” oikawa breathed out, looking at his best friend who stood against the wall in silence, iwaizumi looked like someone had just stolen his soul and left the husk behind. 

“iwa-chan i swear i got here as fast as i could!” oikawa yelled, moving his hands in front of iwaizumis face, but the boy barely moved. 

“hello?” he cried out, “oh my god i killed my best friend oh my god- or my sister did- whichever one!” at this point oikawa was about to burst into tears dramatically. 

“she looked beautiful, kuroo would be lucky to have her,” iwaizumi stated, oikawa had been trying to get him to talk for an hour now. he tensed up, feeling nothing but guilt and regret for letting them see each other. 

iwaizumi flimsily held his arm up, face still looking soulless, “she held my hand, it was soft, i was surprised.” 

“iwa?! why are you talking like that?! snap out of it!” he exclaimed, shaking iwaizumis shoulder. 

“toru,” iwaizumi never called him by his name, oikawa could feel his spirit actively leaving his body, “you can kill me now, i’ve lived a good life.” 

“lets get you drunk,” oikawa sighed, dragging him to the nearest bar, “i’m so sorry.”

oikawa was practically sobbing while iwaizumi remained a husk.

–

you didn’t remember how you got home but somehow you did, whether that was by stumbling home or begging strangers for a ride, at least you knew you made it home safely. you slowly sat up in your apartment, welcoming the bright sunshine that peeked through the blinds. 

you groaned, putting your hand to your forehead, “god, how much did i drink?” 

you got out of bed slowly, bare feet touching the cold wooden floor, it was only then you realized you were in pajamas. panic began to settle in and you rushed out of your room, afraid you might see that your apartment was robbed, or worse, the robber was still inside your building. 

instead, you were met with the smell of bacon, sizzling loudly on the stove. something about this smelt so familiar. 

“oh, you’re awake,” he spoke calmly, like this wasn’t a big deal. 

“iwaizumi?” you asked, blinking, “am i- am i having a nightmare?” your hands shook slightly as you rubbed your tired eyes, only to still see him standing there in your kitchen, shirtless. 

his face flushed with red, his heart was beating against his ribcage at the sight of you. 

“um- anyway- where’s- uh, where’s toru?” you asked, looking around your apartment, your mess from last night had been cleaned up. 

“he went to the airport to pick up my luggage since it arrived late, he didn’t want you to be alone so he sacrificed me.” 

you laughed at that statement, “i’m assuming you cleaned?” 

“yeah,” he trailed off, his hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck, his biceps making your eyes pop out of your skull, “couldn’t kill you to clean y/n.”

“yeah but the-”

“but the mess fuels your creativity?” he scoffed, finishing your sentence, you blushed before sitting down at the table. 

“um- i just want to ask, how did i- how did i get home and how did i change?” you gestured to your clothes, embarrassment washing over you. 

this felt natural, you weren’t nervous, you weren’t angry, it felt– calm.

“well, want me to start with how you spam called me? then vomited all over me, and ordered toru and i to bring you home because- how did you say it?” he put a finger to his chin, “we should be devoted to you?” 

you groaned, slamming your head down onto the table which only worsened your hangover, you heard the stove turn off before footsteps shuffled closer to you. iwaizumi gently lifted your head, setting a plate down on the table. 

“here, is this still your favorite?” he asked, glancing down at the food. 

“yeah it is, thank you,” you smiled, beginning to take small nibbles, you couldn’t help but feel slightly awkward. a thought crossed your mind before you dropped your fork down, startling iwaizumi, “shit my makeup!”

you bolted up from your seat, the chair creating a squeaking noise.

“oh- uh-” you halted as you watched iwaizumis face turn red again, “i cleaned it up for you.” 

you sat down slowly trying to process everything happening, “are you sure i’m not dreaming?” you felt like this was some kind of messed up dream. 

iwaizumi hajime was in your kitchen shirtless because you vomited on his only good shirt, he not only cleaned up your apartment and made breakfast, but he also washed your face for you while you were passed out drunk. 

“i’m pretty sure it’s not a dream, more of a nightmare, this is really um-”

“awkward.” the two of you spoke at the same time, giving each other a small laugh.

you sat across from each other in a comfortable silence before iwaizumi sighed, he looked like he wanted to say something. you studied his face, he was tanner, it suited him, you never realized how dark his eyes were until now. his frame was bigger, he looked more confident, and he was definitely more muscular. his eyebrows twitched, whenever he wanted to say something but couldn’t, his eyebrows would twitch and he’d chew lightly on his cheek. 

his jaw flexed as he stared down at his plate. 

“iwaizumi,” you started, his head snapped up, “we’re both different now, i think it’s important to communicate, whatever you’re dying to say, you can say it now.” 

“i want to be as delicate as i can about this,” iwaizumi started, “about- about five years ago-” 

he was a stuttering mess, he wasn’t the best about communicating, never had been, but he could show what he meant through actions. 

you briefly shut your eyes, the pain from the past instantly hitting you like a brick, like he’d just opened a healing wound.

“i should’ve communicated better and told you everything i wanted to say but couldn’t, i shouldn’t have given up, i couldn’t do long distance but- i don’t know it’s dumb,” he sighed, growing frustrated, losing sight of what he wanted to say. 

he began to become lost in his obsessive thoughts, growing angrier with himself, and even more frustrated by how he couldn’t say what he wanted to. he felt a soft pat on his hand and looked up to see you leaning on the table, hand placed on his. 

his gaze softened, his heart was aching, but, it wasn’t just about him, you were hurting too and he had to give you the closure you deserved. he had to consider your feelings too. 

“y/n, no matter where i’m at, i always see you and i regret every day what i did,” he shut his eyes before looking into yours, “i said those things to you because i figured if i hurt you, it would be easier for you to move on and accept i’m going overseas, i would’ve struggled with long distance, i won’t lie to you, but i should’ve been open about that and i should’ve told you that i love you.” 

your eyes widened, you felt like your heart had just been ripped out and now it wasn’t yours anymore. like iwaizumi, had ripped it out a long time ago, and now he’d come to return it.

“i wish you would’ve told me all those things back then, it hurt me, honestly, when i saw you i wanted to scream and cry but, we’re older now,” you gave him a small smile, “i wanted to fight for us, but you gave up before i even had the chance, why’s that?” 

“i was a stupid teenager,” he almost shrugged but stopped himself, choosing to sit up instead, “back then i was too focused on how it made me feel and i didn’t want to be away from you, as messed up as it was, at the end of the day we both had time to grow and find ourselves.” 

you opened your mouth to speak but the door to your apartment slammed open, the loud sound of oikawa struggling to drag two suitcases in interrupting you. 

“so iwa, did that girlfriend of yours pack bricks into your suitcase or what?” your brother laughed, before his expression dropped–along with yours, as you ripped your hand away. 

your heart sank, as you got up ignoring the protests from iwaizumi as you made your way into your room, locking the door. you couldn’t understand why you felt so upset about it and you couldn’t explain why you felt like your heart just shattered. it was fine, he’s your ex, he’s allowed to move on. 

you groaned into your pillow, “doesn’t make it hurt less though.” 

you rolled over, grabbing your phone and clicked on kuroos message, which you hadn’t responded to yet. 

you

no worries :) maybe another time then 

you rolled around in bed, trying to get comfy but you couldn’t seem to find a good spot, you huffed sitting up quickly. 

“why do i care anyway? i’m a grown woman, i can meet people too, i should’ve known that,” you talked to yourself, strutting to your closet. you reached for your phone again, searching through your contacts. 

you

hey! you’re going to the reunion right? are you down to 

meet at my apartment? 

you began to get dressed, waiting for an answer, when your phone buzzed you launched onto your bed, a smile making its way to your face. 

kyo

yeah, i’ll be there in thirty,  can you send your address? 

we can get something to eat maybe? i’ll pay. 

you smiled at the response before sending your address to him and continuing to get ready. 

–

“iwa i’m so sorry-” oikawa started, eyeing the uneaten plate across from iwaizumi.

“what now shittykawa?” iwaizumi sat there annoyed, his breakfast already gone since he’d been eating as a way to not talk to oikawa. 

“i didn’t mean to! i didn’t know she was awake or that you guys were making up- dude i’m serious,” oikawa looked at him desperately before beginning to pout. 

“you’re so shitty, and you sent me those pictures,” iwaizumi pointed out, groaning, “yeah how she deals with you i’ll never know.” 

“i’d never purposefully hurt my sister, but now shes locked up in her room and you’re mad at me, so i’m trying to fix things with you before i go in there and try to talk to her,” oikawa sighed, sitting down in the seat across from iwaizumi, where you were previously sat. 

“‘kawa maybe you’re just-” 

your door slowly opened, catching the attention of both boys, you were adjusting the bag on your shoulder and shutting your room light off before you finally turned to look at the boys. 

“where do you think you’re going?” oikawa questioned, glancing at your outfit.

“i’m- um, going out,” you smiled, your phone buzzed, “sorry ‘kawa one sec, hello? oh, yeah you can, you don’t have to ask,” you laughed. 

both boys raised a brow as a knock sounded at your door. 

you rushed to answer it, opening the door before throwing yourself at whoever was on the other side of the door. 

“kyo!” you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around him while he slowly wrapped his around you. 

“y/n,” he smiled, tightening his grip on you as he pulled you into a tight hug, “i haven’t seen you in forever, you never visit anymore.” 

you frowned, pulling away, “i would but i’ve been busy, how’s your mom doing?” 

“good, she misses you though, says ya need to visit more,” you grinned at him, his hair was still that bumblebee blonde, eyes still as intense as ever, and yet his face looked relaxed. 

oikawa and iwaizumi got up and stood at the doorway, faces scrunching up at the sight. you pulled away before waving goodbye to the two. 

“kyotani!” oikawa yelled, you turned along with kyotani, “have her home by eight o’clock, not a minute more,” his voice dropped low, his gaze sharpening. 

kyotani nodded before lifting his arm up to say goodbye. 

the two of you walked in awkward silence not sure what to say or how to even start a conversation. 

“so-” you spoke at the same time, allowing yourselves to let out a light laugh, you motioned for him to go first. 

“so are you and iwaizumi…” he trailed off, not sure if he should even be asking that.

  “oh no,” you shook your head, “he’s here with ‘kawa for the reunion i guess, he’s staying in a hotel.” 

“ah i see, and what were you trying to say?” you noticed how kyotanis shoulders relaxed. 

“oh i was just wondering how you’re doing, anything new?” 

he thought for a moment before shaking his head, “not really, still playing with sendai frogs, those guys are crazy.” 

he laughed a bit before tapping his chin with his finger, “other than that, nothing new that you don’t already know about.” “well what about that girl you said you liked? last time i called you, you talked about it,” you blinked at him while the two of you crossed the street. 

his face heated up, red creeping up his neck, “o-oh- um, well i figured it wasn’t going to work out, so that’s a no go.” 

you rose an eyebrow, “why’s that?” 

“just- uh-” he glanced around nervously, refusing to make eye contact with you, worried, you rested a hand on his shoulder. 

“kyo you don’t have to talk about it, i shouldn’t have brought it up, i’m sorry.” 

he tensed up, his face getting redder, “oh its fine, don’t worry about it y/n, oh here’s the cafe you wanted to try right? lets go there.” 

he rushed towards the store, his hands in his pockets, you rose an eyebrow but followed behind him. trying to catch up as best as you could. 

“what do you want to try? it’s on me so get whatever you want,” he smiled softly, but it looked more like someone was holding him at gunpoint. 

“oh okay, i’ll just get this, and this,” you pointed to a few dessert items before kyotani ordered for the two of you. 

eventually you sat down at a table, putting a table marker at the corner, waiting for your food to arrive. 

“are you okay?” you asked, trying to be as careful as possible. 

“huh? yeah why?” 

“i don’t know you just started acting a bit strange earlier, did i say something wrong?” you tilted your head a bit and he copied your actions unknowingly. 

“oh, i was just embarrassed, try not to look into it too much,” he cleared his throat, sitting up straight. 

“oh alright then, if you say so,” despite still being suspicious you accepted his answer not wanting to press further.

“y/n,” he started, he looked like he was going to say something serious but decided against it, “what have you been up to besides college?” 

“oh! well, nothing much just staying home, i made a new friend-ish, i was kind of interested in him but there’s just a few red flags.” 

kyotani let out a small laugh, propping his arm up and leaning his chin on his fist, “and those are?”

“well, we were supposed to go on- i think a date? yesterday, he was waiting outside then all of a sudden he texted me that he had to leave because he was tired.” 

this made kyotani sit up, suddenly adopting a serious expression, he already didn’t like whoever this guy was. 

“you should drop him, that sounds suspicious, has he texted you back?” he asked, face scrunching up in anger. 

“oh my gosh no, kyo don’t get mad, but no he hasn’t,” you sighed, showing him your phone. this was normal for the two of you, kyotani had always been there for you ever since high school. post-highschool you’d usually make a trip down to visit family and see him, there you’d usually catch up and talk about everything. you usually never brought up guys, there were a few here and there you thought about but none worth pursuing. 

he was your best friend and you were his. 

“that’s not okay, who is he?” you knew if you answered kyotani would go out of his way to find kuroo and yell at him. 

“kyo it’s not that big of a deal,” you tried to reason with him, but his canines were ready to tear up his next victim. 

kentaro kyotani wasn’t the nicest, he didn’t have an interest in other people, or school for that matter. the day you became manager, he almost rolled his eyes at how syrupy sweet you seemed at first. but, he’d never forget how when he almost failed a class and almost got kicked off the team, you ran through the entire school just to find him and kick him in the head, lecturing that if he didn’t pass he’d have to face your wrath forever. 

something changed in him that day. kentaro kyotani wasn’t the nicest, but he was nice to you and he would forever be loyal to you, like a rottweiler is with its owner. give him a command and he’d do it without skipping a beat. 

you weren’t scared of him and you didn’t call him mad dog like the rest of your classmates, you just called him kyotani. 

“y/n, you know i’ll listen, just let me know if this guy hurts you.” 

you nodded and gave him a smile as your food arrived, he watched a smile grow on your face knowing you loved to eat. he watched as you took numerous photos of your food before cutting it up into shareable portions and shoving a plate in front of him. 

kyotani watched as you began to eat your portions, you seemed happy and content. 

his chest ached whenever he saw you with iwaizumi, even back then he selfishly wished you’d turn and choose him. 

he sighed, picking up his fork and taking bites out of the desserts you picked. 

when you mentioned the girl he liked, he was referring to you, he’d liked you since the day you kicked him. but, watching you now and seeing how much you’ve grown, only now he realized he only adored how amazing you were. 

to pick yourself up from what happened, holding your head high despite everything, and even now, you’re grinning ear to ear while eating a cake, that takes strength. and there’s nothing more that kentaro kyotani admires more than strength. 

you looked up at him, mouth full of food, and smiled with your eyes. he returned it with a small grin. 

“thank you for being my friend y/n,” he stated out of the blue, you swallowed your food and nodded. 

“it’s no problem, your moms a little late on her payment though,” you teased, lightly kicking his foot from under the table. 

he laughed, shaking his head, “no really, thank you, you never called me that stupid nickname either, i really owe you a lot.” 

your gaze softened as you smiled, “kyotani, whats up?” 

he almost breathed a sigh of relief, you knew him way too well, “i have something to admit.” 

you began to feel anxious praying it wasn’t a confession. 

“remember when you asked about the girl i liked? well, i was talking about you-” he noticed how your face fell and how you slowly lowered the fork, “this isn’t a confession!” he spoke a little too loudly and sat back embarrassed. “how do i say this? i realized that it was more that i just admired your strength,” 

you rose an eyebrow but let him continue. 

“you’re able to look at things so positively and still hold your head up high, i’ve always admired that and i confused it for something else, i just really want to tell you that, i’m so glad you’re my best friend and that i look up to you.” 

your eyes widened, shining with tears as you reached across the table to hold his hands, “thank you for telling me kyo, i know that was definitely not in your comfort zone.” 

he immediately shook his head before laughing a bit, “yeah i’ll never say something that nice again.” 

“i don’t expect you to bud,” you patted his hands gently, “but honestly i’m glad you didn’t confess or anything.” 

“no nothing like that,” he shook his head, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his chest, “but there is someone i’ve been talking to.” 

you sat up immediately, “tell me everything!”

–

“hey crappykawa, i have something to tell you,” iwaizumi spoke up, they’d been sitting in silence ever since you left. 

“do you think she’s getting into trouble right now?” oikawa paced around the apartment with his mind racing to all kinds of places. 

“‘kawa-”

“oh my god what if he murders her?!” he panicked, clasping his hands and mentally praying for you. he’d never gotten the chance to know kyotani, he’s rarely home, and when he is he doesn’t go out of his way to meet his sisters friends. 

“kawa!” iwaizumi yelled, slamming his palm down onto the dining table, “can you listen?” 

oikawa snapped out of his trance, looking at iwaizumi, “what!”

“i overheard something weird last night, about that kuroo guy that was waiting for y/n,” iwaizumi started. 

oikawa blinked before slowly making his way over to the table, “weird? what’d you hear?” 

–

“no no no don’t get her that, she might think you’re creepy, just get her these,” you sat beside kyotani pointing at bouquets on his phone. he was hopeless, his hands were shaking at the thought of giving a girl flowers. 

“you sure? okay but she seems more like a lilies kind of person-”

“okay then get her those.” “oh wait no no i take that back, maybe yellow carnations?”

you jumped up immediately, “no! absolutely not those are horrible to give to a girl, you’ll definitely get rejected!” you ripped the phone out of his hand and scrolled through the list before clicking on one and pressing ‘buy now.’

“which one?” he asked, anxiously, reaching for the phone. 

“white tulips and pink lilies, it’s kind of basic but if you’re gonna ask her out and you’re not sure if she likes you back, this is a pretty safe option,” you concluded, handing the phone back to him. 

“oh okay.” 

“that’s it? no thank you y/n you’re the best!” you boasted, “anyway, is she shy or extroverted?” 

“anyone is shy compared to you,” he grimaced, practically growling at you, “but yes she’s shy.” 

“aww, the bad boy and shy girl? maybe i should write a story about that,” you teased, poking his shoulder. 

“please don’t, i actually might end you.” 

“welcome in!” the cafe worker yelled, as the bell chimed. 

“thank you,” a familiar voice greeted. 

your head snapped up, eyes widening at the sight. 

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