maniac! ★ t. kuroo

╰ ⊹˚.⋆ DETENTION DATE

⚠️ — mentions of blood and yn's toxic ex, please read with caution :( <3

"SO IT'S YOU TWO."

the janitor says, eyeing the two of you up and down, "yer the pair of troublemakers here for after school detention?" you nod and kuroo peers over the janitors shoulder inside the empty room.

"yes sir, but if i may ask - where's mister hans?" the janitor shrugs and pushes his cleaning supplies cart forward, "dunno, but i'm supposed to take care of yer both. whatcha staren at me for? siddown?"

you enter the room, setting your stuff down on one of the front desks. kuroo puts his things down on a table a row behind you. the janitor stands in t he doorframe, pulling his sleeve back to read his watch.

"but if yer ask me, the school don't pay me nearly as much money as the pair of ya are worth, so i'm gonna clean up and check back on youse in two hours." he gives you both a stern look. "behave yerselves."

"yessir." you nod, "you come back in two hours and you'll find us exactly where you left us." the janitor shakes his head and shuts the door behind him, "kids these days are something else... jesus, my back hurts."

when he leaves, you turn your chair around in front of kuroos desk and give him a small smile. he looks tired, his hair is messy (more than usual) and there's dark bags under his tires eyes. "you look like shit."

"well, thanks... i guess?" he blinks, and then rubs his neck. "didn't get a good nights sleep." you bite your lips, feeling really nervous. "look, kuroo, can i please just apologise to you? i've been a really big bitch."

the boy shakes his head, "nah, you didn't do anything." you sigh, looking down and fiddling with the rings on your hands. "no, i did, i was immature and out of check and i'm sorry, okay?"

when he stays quiet, you continue. "i'm sorry for getting you in trouble, i know you were only joking but i took it too far." you explain, twirling one of your rings around and around. "i should've been in detention alone, this isn't fair on you, please don't be upset at me."

he says nothing for another minute, and then speaks up. "y/n, i'm not upset with you." he starts, an exasperated tone to his voice. "i don't believe you," you whisper, trying to blink back tears. "i hate it when people are mad at me, please kuroo - i'm sorry."

dull green eyes are staring at you, the boy clicks his tongue, running his bloody hands through his blonde hair. "ah, y/n - i told you not to make me mad, didn't i?" he sighs, "now look what you made me do."

"hey, y/n. please don't cry." the boy in front of you says softly. you wipe your eyes with the back of your sleeves and take a deep breath, "sorry for making you uncomfortable, kuroo."

he only leans in closer to you, using the edge of his school sweater to softly dry the wetness on your cheeks, "since when did we start using big words like uncomfortable around each other? and since when did you start calling me kuroo?"

you let a small laugh slip past your lips, "since you called me l/n, now we're even." he winced and shakes his head, sitting back. "about that, i'm sorry because i—"

"don't apologise!" you exclaim, he blinks in confusion and you huff, "it's my fault you're here, so please don't victimise me. besides, it's weird to hear you say sorry and be so nice to me."

he nods, "fair point, how about we both just apologise to cancel it out?" the boy suggests, grinning, "you don't know how hard it was not to talk to you for one day."

"alright, now are you going to tell me why you're even apologising?" you ask, genuinely confused. he rubs his eyes, "it's a shit show, but since you're my best friend, i'll tell you." he winks, you roll your eyes, "aaaaand he's back to being an idiot!"