I woke up the next morning, my head pounding. I looked around to see I was in my room, still wearing the same outfit from last night. Suddenly, the alcohol in my system started to come up, and I ran to the bathroom. When I finished, I walked back to my room and saw Advil and a glass of water on my dresser.
"Morning sleepyhead," I looked over to see Kuroo standing in the doorway. I glared at him and took some of the Advil.
"Good morning, Kuroo," I said, taking my bonnet off, thankful that Kuroo remembered to put it in my head.
"Y/N!"Are you ok?! What happened last night!?" Yachi yelled, which caused my head to throb.
"Yachiii, please lower your voice. Massive hangover." I said holding my head.
"Ahh sorry," Yachi said, rubbing the back of her neck.
"By the way, here's your phone," Kuroo said, tossing my phone, which I caught effortlessly. "Come get something to eat, it's lunchtime."
"Jeez, I slept that long," I said rubbing my face. I brought my hand back and noticed writing on my hand. I looked closer at it and realized it was a phone number. Suddenly, all the memories from last night hit me like a truck. "Shit."
"What's wrong?" Yachi said worriedly.
"Ahh, nothing, just remembered stuff from last night." I rummaged through my drawers and grabbed some grey sweatpants and a black sweater. I changed into that and walked to the kitchen. I sat at one of the chairs by the counter island that had food from McDonald's on top of it. I rummaged around and took out a box of fries and started eating those.
"Well, what happened?" She asked.
"What happened is that they got super drunk and flirted with this guy?" Kuroo said. I could practically hear him smirking. I flopped my head on the counter, trying to forget that I fucked up. "It was so cute too. You were all excited and shit, it was so adorable."
"Kuroo, I swear to god, I will grab a kitchen knife and fucking stab you. This is not the time to be getting under my skin." I said bluntly.
"Wait. You flirted with a guy?! THIS IS AMAZING!!" Yachi said, tears of joy in her eyes.
"Yachi, volume. And I was drunk." I opened my phone to see a number of texts and Snapchat notifications. I stared at my phone for a minute. "Uhh, Kuroo. I didn't happen to post anything on social media last night, did I?"
Kuroo looked up from his phone. "Hmm, oh you posted him in your story. And I may or may not have done so too!"
"You did what!?" I yelled out. "What did you post?"
"Just you guys hanging out in the kitchen," He said and showed me his phone. I looked at the photo to see me and Yamaguchi standing in the kitchen, his hand on top of mine. I gaped at his phone.
But before I could say anything, Yachi took Kuroo's phone. "Y-y-you were f-flirting with Yamaguchi T-Tadashi." Yachi stuttered out. I looked over to her, she looked stunned, like a deer in headlights.
"Yeah, is that bad? Does he have a history or something?" I asked, now worried.
"No, it's just he doesn't usually flirt with people. He's pretty shy and doesn't really put himself out there." Yachi said.
"Wait, you know him? YACHI! SINCE WHEN DO YOU KNOW SOMEONE THAT HOT!?" I yelled out.
"Ahhh, well I've known him since high school. He was on the volleyball team while I was the manager." Yachi said.
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sweet and sour | yamaguchi tadashi
General Fiction(being written) In which y/n goes to a party, gets drunk and flirts with a certain guy with freckles. started: 7/1/21 finished: never rewritten: 1/2/22 playlist for book: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/30JMTobFk27JipaJiOzkLx