looking around the room , kuroo knew he wasn’t going to regret this. it’s a mix of teams ; the girl’s and the guy’s , and some faces he recognizes from classes. but the thing here is , there’s ugly sweaters everywhere. his team looks fucking ridiculous. hilariously ridiculous and kuroo doesn’t even try to hide his phone , not getting only one , not two , but ten priceless photos he gets to look at later. he swipes through , grinning into the rim of his cup and snickering , loudly. he doesn’t see the other trying to get a glass of his own , only does anything when their voice finally pulls him back. “ sorry — oh , hey , you’re lucas , right? the girl’s manager? “// @stcndcst