'till death do us part＜꒱ ‧₊˚ ⋅
the so-called-rivalry between a flirty boy and a cynical girl gets messy when they start falling for each other, but it becomes a disaster when her psycho ex suddenly wants her back. frenemies to lovers, but enter a...
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he abruptly pulls out the chair besides you, as you sit in the cafeteria minding your own business and eating your lunch. your friends giggle and give the two of you 'space', making kissy sounds and hugging themselves. you hope to god he didn't see that. "please tell me - you can trust me!"
you roll your eyes and push the annoying boy away, "god, i don't get why you're so fixated on this. it's not like that." he leans in closer and scrunches his nose, "but I'm your best friend! you can't hide your crush from me, or else i'll cry!"
you scoff and flick his forehead, as he winces away. "first, you're not my best friend, keep dreaming. secondly i don't have a crush, okay? and last; please send me pics of you crying." kuroo rests his head on the table, looking at you sideways as he sighs dramatically. "you really break my heart, y/n."
"i thought i was the only boy in your life," he makes a pleading face and you rest your head on the table too, facing him. you can deny it all you want, but he really is your best friend, so you give him a tiny itsy bitsy smile, "you are, dumbass." the boys face lights up and you roll your eyes again, "unfortunately."
"hey! y/n! come on!" he pouts as he gently shakes your form, "i know you love me!" (and maybe i do, so what?) "god no, stop saying things that make no sense, tetsu." he takes a sip of his strawberry milk and turns to you.
"hey, y/n." he says. you hum in response, "yeah?" he averts his golden eyes from yours, "you wanna, like, see a movie— or something— maybe we can go shopping? if you want." he trips over his own words and you can't help as a small laugh escapes your pretty pink lips.
"yeah," you smile, tucking a strand of messy h/c hair behind your ear. "i'd really like that." he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and stands up from the table. "sure, yeah." he grins. "i'll see you on friday." and with that he walks away, but not before shooting you a flirty wink.
"fuck off." he doesn't miss the small smile creeping up on your lips.
friday rolls around sooner than you expect, as the tiring school week comes to a close. though many students are celebrating the end of the week and looking forward to the weekend ahead; you're having a mental crisis, standing in front of the mirror and on the verge of flinging yourself out the window.
"for the millionth time, haru." you groan, "i really don't wanna wear this!" your cousins e/c eyes look up at your figure and he furrows his brows, "you look good, though!" he exclaims, gesturing to the obnoxious frilly pink dress you have on, accompanied by a pair of red converse. "this is something a fucken' eight year old would wear!"
"fine then! if it's sooo bad, go change!" haru throws his hands up in the air and turns away, you practically rip the dress off, changing into something normal for a teenager to wear out on a date - not that this was a date or anything. "so," haru says, "what's this boy like anyways?"
you scoff, throwing an oversized shirt over over your head. "he's cocky, stupidly smart, too smooth for his own good and has better hair than i do." haru raises a brow and draws circles in the carpet, waiting for you to finish changing so he can do your hair, "it sounds like you really like him, y/n."
"nah," you chuckle, shaking your head. "he likes himself too much for that." you finish rolling up your sleeves. "okay but how does this look on me?" haru turns around - you're dressed in a flannel with the sleeves pulled back, and an oversized shirt tucked into a pair of loose/skinny jeans. (change it if ya want! :))
he whistles, "damn, you look not homeless for once." you throw the bright pink dress at his face and he laughs, "kidding, kidding! you look nice." you smile, "thanks, still hate you though." he pulls out his phone and checks the time, looking up at you. "we've gotta leave now, if you want to be there on time."
letting haru tie your (usually messy) but very neat and brushed right now for a certain boy - h/c hair, you nod, reaching for your own phone, ready to leave when the screen lights up with the familiar 'ding!' of a text message;
tetsu 😰😰😩 | 5:35 PM
where are u y/nnnn ???
yk where we're meeting right
y/n 😻💖💞 | 5:35 PM
yeah i'm on my way
be there in ten minutes ok?
tetsu 😰😰😩 | 5:36 PM
see you soon bae <3
you shut off your phone and look up at haru, "let's go." you say, checking up on your hair in the mirror one last time before practically skipping out the door, "don't wanna keep loverboy waiting now, do we?"
