Breathless -- Kuroo Tetsurou

[TEN] Kiroji

"So... Karasuno, whose your new player?"

Oikawa Tooru. If the dictionary had a textbook definition on 'pain-in-the-ass'. His full name would be in the description. A total sleeze bag if you've ever met one. He was a pretty boy with a tongue of honey. Which happened to be one of Naga's worse nightmares. She was putty in their types hands after a few drinks. She hated the way she fell for boys like him, but it was almost like a guilty pleasure in a way. They knew what they wanted and knew that they could get it with their words.

It was an acquired art and she could respect it because she did the same damn thing.

Alas this piece of art was one that clearly had been created by a two year old painting with their puke.

Oikawa Tooru had been Naga's guilty pleasure at one point in her life but not anymore. She would rather die ten times over than let him place his grimy hands on her again.

She couldn't let him see the absolute disgust on her face though. Oikawa didn't know Kiroji and she needed to act that way.

Naga stood up from the huge circle of boys and bowed deeply before putting her hands on her hips. She still had her baggy shirt on from earlier and loose fitting red sweatpants. Which was grotesquely ironic that Kuroo had almost the exact same attire on, she noticed.

"Hello, I am Asahi Kiroji, third year wing spiker."

"Asahi?!" A spiky haired boy spoke up, whom she had overheard to be the renowned Bokuto-kun. One of the top five aces in all of Japan. She could already tell that her competitive side needed to reign in check when she was around him. The pulsating need to better herself than the other ace was gnawing at her. But Naga swiftly reminded herself that she was not an ace anymore for any team.

"Yes. I am Azumane's otouto-kun." A smile graced her face which she hoped was believable. She bowed again before sitting back down besides Asahi.

"I never knew Asahi-kun had a brother? Where have you been? What school did you go to? How long have you played volleyball?" Bokuto spit-fired question after question at Naga. It made her head spin but she kept a kind face.

"Ah, I've been in the States for a while as a transfer student." Her accent shifted as she spoke in English, her voice naturally deepening slightly due to the different tones the language used. "Hello, I am Kiroji Asahi. I am a wing spiker in volleyball." Her English was mildly fluent, although it was hard for her to make in-depth conversation.

She was glad for her English classes at Shiratorizawa. It was a plausible lie that could easily be used since they weren't as fluent as her. Many of the boys looked at 'Kiroji' in awe. Some wanted to clearly ask more questions but they moved onto the next person.

It wasn't long before everyone new was introduced. Then the circle went around once more so everyone new would know all of the returning players. It was quiet fun. Naga was getting comfortable with talking to many of the other teams players now and she found a friend in Kenma Kozume, Nekoma's setter. He was a quiet boy like Daichi had mentioned and definitely loved his video games.

Naga found it very intriguing as she contently watched him play while others caught up and gossiped.

"Kenma... No fairrrr... Why do you get the new guy to yourself?" Kuroo laughed and fake pouted as he walked up to the duo who had made a spot for themselves against the wall of the gym.

He settled himself down next to 'Kiroji'. "It's nice to meet you man. Can't wait to see how you play. You'll be a formidable opponent if you're even half as good as your bro." A smirk played on his lips.

Is that thing just permanent? Resting Bitch Face? More like Resting Scheming Face. She placed a returning sly smile on her lips. Naga could totally get along with this guy. "Oh don't worry, you'll see soon enough yeah?"

A cocky nod was sent her way. She could tell the boy was competitive as hell. And it was also super fun to poke the bear with a stick when it came to stuff like that. She was known for her antagonizing competitive nature. She would bug and pick apart her opponents on the court without them even realizing she was getting to them. It's what makes her such a strong opponent besides her physical strength. Your physical abilities mean nothing if your not mentally strong. And Kuroo Tetsurou was as mentally and physically strong as they come, she could tell.

He was going to be incredibly fun to fuck around with. She raised her hand in a handshake motion.

He grabbed it, squeezing. The boy was slightly taken aback by Kiroji's soft hands. Kuroo expected them to be rough like his, calloused over. Of course the callouses sorta were still there but- It was nothing compared to his.

"Kiroji." Naga's smirk softened into a tight smile which Kuroo returned.

"Tetsurou." Yeah, they already introduced theirselves but something just felt right by doing it this way. "Damn man, you gotta tell me what lotion you use. Your hands are soft as hell."

Naga let out a snort and started laughing. God this was going to be fun here.