Kuroo One Shots

strip club part 3

(I was unable to find the artist who made the opening image but i just searched up "kuroo and y/n" on google and this was among one of the first few images.  If anyone knows who made this please let me know so I can give proper credit to the artist)

Also there are two other parts before this so make sure to read those first before reading this to avoid confusion

T- citrus?? comfort idk

Warning: Profanity, Harassment 

Third POV

As Kuroo was opening the exit doors, he heard a small commotion.  He glanced over only to see a man firmly gripping his hands around y/n's wrists.  Y/n attempted to break herself free, but failed to do so.  Suddenly, an overwhelming urge took over Kuroo's body.  He found himself shoving the man, forcibly removing his grasp around y/n.

"The hell is wrong with you man?  Can't you see she doesn't want you?" Kuroo said angrily.

"Relax man, I was just asking her out that's all.  You understand don't you?" the man responded nonchalantly, clearly trying to provoke Kuroo.

"Understand what?  That you're harassing a woman?  The least you could do is have some class instead of prancing around like some desperate idiot."

"You're one to talk, Mr. Hero," the blonde-haired man smirked and stuck out his pierced tongue.

(I'll let y'all guess who the blonde haired man is 😈)

"What was that?!" said the agitated Kuroo while squeezing his fists.

Just then, security had entered the scene, separating and interrogating the three of them.  The blonde-haired man was then escorted out, leaving Kuroo and y/n alone. 

Y/N POV

"Uh, are you okay?" he asked.

I responded with a slight smile "I'm fine, but i could've handled it myself ya know" and waved around a bottle of mace.

"I- I'm sure you could've," the dark-haired man said with a nervous smile, scratching the nape of his neck.

"Well, uh, I have to get back to work..."

"Oh, right, yeah you should go do that then.  I'll, uh-"

"Stay a bit longer and talk to me after my shift," I cut him off before he could say anything about leaving.  I was determined to find out what exactly happened between us within the last week.  Then again, we talked for thirty minutes, it was nothing special, so maybe I was just being pushy for no reason.

---------------------------------------------time skip to after the shift-----------------------------------------------

Fucking finally.  I thought to myself.  

My shift felt like a century long after the whole harassment situation.  And now I have a man waiting for me outside.  I exited the dressing room with my things and walked up to the raven haired boy, who was leaning against the railing outside. 

"Hey," I said to him.

"Oh, hey," he said with a forced smile.  

Neither of us spoke for a bit.  The silence was killing me and I didn't really know why I asked him to talk.  Well, actually I just didn't prepare what I was gonna say to him.  

Whatever, I'll just figure it out as I go.

The circumstances are a bit awkward right now, especially since it's been a week. He's acting off and then whole harassment thing happened. Honestly, the situation couldn't possibly get worse.  I opened my mouth ready to say something, but then, somehow, I managed to make the situation worse.