sweet and sour | yamaguchi tadashi

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"No," I said sternly.

"Come on Y/N, it'll be fun," my friend Kuroo said, almost like he would get on his knees and beg. He had just barged into Yachi and I's shared apartment, asking me to go to this party. He'd been begging me all week but kept saying no. What's so fun about being in a room packed with sweaty bodies with people grinding against each other like they're having sex while dancing to shitty music? It's disgusting.

"Why're you so pressed about me going to this party? Don't you have Oikawa to go with you? Or Terushima? Or literally, any person that would go to a party rather than me?" Kuroo had always been a party person, which was surprising considering how he was only focused on volleyball and his studies back in high school. But despite that, he was still top of the class. 

Kuroo put his hands on my shoulders. "Yes, they will all be there. But you need to get out more. Who knows? Maybe you'll meet someone." He said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

I rolled my eyes, wishing Yachi was here to back me up, but she was hanging out with Kiyoko and said she'd be back tomorrow. I shrugged his hands off my shoulders. "Yeah, nothing says 'love' like a one-time hook-up. I ain't into that shit." I turned and walked to the kitchen with Kuroo following behind me. "Not exactly in the mood to deal with some fuckboy asking me to be their 'melanin queen' or 'black princess'" I said, remembering the last time I went to a college party.

"Look, I know you've been focused on your studies, but I know you have nothing better to do besides strumming that bass of yours. Also, you need a break every once in a while, don't overwork yourself. Plus, I'll stay by you so nothing happens." Kuroo said, pointing to himself.

'That's a goddamn lie, some random person i won't know will pull you away.' I groaned loudly. "Fine, but you owe me coffee,"

Kuroo's eye brightened. "Yes, you won't regret it,"

"Kuroo, I regret every decision I make," I said bluntly. "Lemme just go change real quick."

I walked into my bedroom and walked over to my closet. I rummaged around for a bit and grabbed a grey hoodie, a brown flannel shirt, and some black jeans. I changed and looked in the mirror. I let down my passion twists that I had put in a bun and put on some simple eyeliner.

"Alright, let's go," I said walking out of my room.

Kuroo looked up from his phone and smirked. "Damn, you look good,"

I rolled my eyes for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. "Save it for your boyfriend," I texted Yachi, telling her that I was going to a party with Kuroo and we left.

"I still don't get why you bothered me. Why not Kenma?" I asked.

"Can't, he's streaming right now," Kuroo said.

"Bokuto?"

"He's already going."

"Hinata?"

"Same thing."

"THEN WHY DRAG ME?!" I asked, pissed off.

"Because I care for your mental health and it'll be a good experience," Kuroo said. I rolled my eyes at his words. He always acted as if he were older and wiser than me, even though we were only a year apart.

"Whatever, I get coffee out of this," I said, slumping down a bit. "But if someone touches my hair, not only am I beating their asses, but I'm coming for you next."

"Yeah yeah, we're here," Kuroo said pointing to his right.

The small hope that this party wouldn't be so bad completely shattered when my eyes landed on the house he pointed to. I could hear the music blasting inside the house, and there were a few people passed out on the lawn. Kuroo opened the door and we were hit with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and weed.