Crush(Kuroo Tetsurou x fem reader)

Chapter 4

"Um, okay. How long will you be gone?" You ask.
    "We don't know yet, but you'll be staying with the Kuroo's while we're gone."

(Y/n)'s POV

    "Okay, then, I'll see you later then, mom," I say and walk out of the door. I have stayed with Kuroo overnight before, so I don't know why I'm nervous this time. I'm just a little nervous, though, it's not by much.

...

While we walk to school, Kenma, Kuroo, and I just make small talk. When we get to school, Kenma starts walking to his homeroom, and Kuroo and I to ours. We aren't talking, so it's just silent.

    "So, looks I'll be staying with you for a while, Kuroo, since my parents are going out of town again," I said, breaking the silence.

    "Why do you mention it? Are you that excited to spend time with me, Chibi-chan?" He quipped, smirking at you.

"W-what? No, that's not it, I was just making sure that you knew about it," I said, a little bit flustered.

    "Whatever you say, Chibi-chan," he said.

    We then started walking into our homeroom to talk before Sensei came in. I looked around as we walked to our seats and noticed that not much of the class had arrived yet.

    "Don't we have a practice game after school today?" I asked Kuroo.

    "Yeah, against Kurasuno," he said.

    "The Flightless Crows," I stated.

    "Yeah, but I heard that they are getting better."

    "Well, our team is still better than theirs, we will definitely win," I said as more and more students started coming in.

    A few minutes later, Sensei came in, and class started.
...

At lunch, the team practiced. I threw some balls for them to receive, but other than that, I was just watching.

They practiced for a while more on their spikes, serves, and receives. We all ate lunch together after that and joked around. The bell rang, signaling that it was time to go to class and ending our antics.

We all went to our respective classes. The rest of my day was boring, and I wasn't paying attention to any of my classes after that. I was thinking about the practice game and basically anything other that what the teacher was saying. This was our first game of the season, so I was looking forward to it.

When classes were over, we all loaded up on the bus to go to Kurasuno.

    I got off of the bus with the team, and we started to head towards the gym.

    "Woah, look! They have a girl manager, too," a short guy with orange hair said, getting close to me.

    "Eh? What's your business with our manager?" Yamamoto asked him.

    "What business do you have with our first year?" a bald guy asked Yamamoto.

    "What does it have to do with you?"Yamamoto said harshly.

    "You wanna fight, city boy?" the bald guy quipped.

    Yamamoto and the bald guy started staring each other down menacingly until Yaku and a gray-haired male stepped in and stopped them. They both apologized to each other as Yamamoto and the bald guy sulked. That's when Yamamoto spotted their female manager and jumped back, blushing. She had long, black hair with glasses, and she was very pretty.

    "How do you know one of the Kurasuno members personally?" I asked Kenma, since I had seen him talking to the orange -haired boy earlier.

    "I met him when I was waiting for Kuroo," Kenma told me.

    Yamamoto then jumped yelling about something while the captains shook each other's hands with a smile. The captains walked away from each other.

    "Oh, he's an ass," they both muttered behind each other's backs. I snickered at that.

    "We are plasma. Keep the flow in motion. Distribute the oxygen, so that the brain can run smoothly!" Kuroo said in the team huddle.
    "Let's do this!" He said with all of the team's hands in.

    "Yeah!" They replied enthusiastically.

Both teams lined up across from each other on opposite sides of the net.
"Let the practice match between Nekoma High and Karasuno High begin!" Said the referee.
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Word Count: 692 words.
Please note: this story will not follow Haikyuu! exactly, but I will try my best so that it does. It is a fan fiction, after all.