» Heartstrings «|| Bokuto × Fem.Reader × Kuroo

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You walk back home, trying to push away every thought about what happened the last month.

You always wish it was a bad dream that you woke up from and now it's all over and back to normal. But it isn't......

After an endless day of getting your brain grilled at school, you feel dead. New school, second-year school, away from home, and worst of all, you can't make yourself up to do anything related to volleyball. It's all a mess.

"I'm back home!" you say, sounding more tired than you felt.

"Honey, did anything happen? Are you fine?" your aunt says, her voice filled with worry.

"Just tired. I will probably be fine after I get some rest, I'll skip dinner today."

"Okay, freshen up and go sleep. I'll get you some food to your room, just in case you're hungry."

You almost drag yourself up, the urge to lie down on the floor was overwhelming.

Quickly changing to your most comfortable set of pajamas you let yourself fall into your bed.

Almost immediately you doze off, worn out by all that has been happening around you this past week.

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Throwback

You were a student at Nekoma high, until recently. Your grandfather, whom you stayed with, was the volleyball coach at nekoma.

This sport wasn't exactly your thing and you never as much even tried playing it.

You often had to stay back after school as you wait for your grandfather to head home. To kill time, you would watch the volleyball team play.

You never really realized, but going to the volleyball court during your free time soon became a habit. Either it was to help your grandfather, or it was simply because you felt the sudden urge to see the members play volleyball.

As time passed by, the volleyball court, the sound of those shoes skidding across, all the chaos in the court, the team members, they all became like a second home.

More than as a duty, you enjoyed being at the court. It became your safe place.

You got along a lot better with the second years and your batch mates, the first years. All except one, Kozume Kenma.

Given your outgoing character, you never had a problem getting along with people, but Kenma was one of a kind. There was a lot going on in his mind, but he never really spoke much when you were around.

Though he was a year elder than you, Kuroo and you got along well. You both are goofy while you were together, would be the stupid ones in the group, tease and joke around.

He would be the person to cheer you up when you had a bad day, would make you forget your worries and calm you down. Still, almost as if it was mutually understood between you both, annoying each other was the best part of your friendship.

Watching him play volleyball makes your heart do a little summersault. You would've fan-girled and cheered from the balcony, had it not been your grandfather throwing you looks every often.

The way he swung his entire body as he blocked every ball, how his darting quick eyes move to every corner of the court and his smirk when he knows that he has totally trapped the opponent in their own game, everything about him was so charming.

You weren't the only one who found him so attractive. Almost every girl in that school crushed over him, and you were the middleman for Kuroo and all the other girls.

Annoying how everyone assumed you'd still want to continue doing this after Kuroo openly admitted he doesn't want to date, but still, you put up the nicest smile and deny as sweetly as possible, "Don't you think he would prefer you asking him, instead?"

At practice, no matter how much you try, your eyes fall back on the same boy, over and over again. Gradually you found yourself liking him more than a friend. He never noticed it, and nor did you, but everyone else did. Your thoughts are filled with him, his hyena like laughter, and his whacky annoying comments.... Almost everything.

"Why don't you just ask him out already?" your best friend, (bf/n) shouts as you excitedly pace to the volleyball court one day after lunch.

You freeze on spot, wanting to turn around and smack your (bf/n) for saying this so loud right next to the volleyball court, but before you do, you notice Kenma leaning against the wall playing his game.

Hoping he was too engrossed in his game to hear anything, you turn to walk away dragging (bf/n) along with you.

"Maybe you should try that."