𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗱 彡 𝐭.𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚

↬ 𝟷𝟿. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎

↬ 𝟷𝟿. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬

"MY PHONE!"

the girl screams as she runs towards the gymnasium with kuroo, kazuo and kenma walking behind her.

y/n her brother rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, his blonde hair moving when he shakes his head at his sisters behaviour. "i can't even keep her out of my sight or the loses everthing that she owns."

"she might even lose herself at some point," kuroo points out with a laugh.

the three boys finally arrive at the small field where y/n and inuoka were sitting the day before. the girl keeps on looking through the grass, but she can't find the thing that she desires the most right now.

"it wouldn't surprise me," kazuo mumbles to his best friend, watching his sister. he shakes his head again and grabs her by her backpack as she runs past him, the girl screaming out a loud 'oof'.

"hey! where was that good for?"

"it's not here, dipshit. someone might have gotten it already and brought it to the principal's office. come on."

kazuo frowns as he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, "oh, shit," he mumbles, panick in his eyes as he reads the message. "i forgot i had to meet up with kiyoka this morning. eh, tetsuro, can you take y/n to the principals office?"

kuroo nods, "sure thing buddy. go help your girl," the black haired third year student says with a wink, then pushing kazuo towards the library.

"hey, wait a second! kazuo, are you crushing on someone? do you have a girlfriend?!"

"need to go, see you later sis!"

kazuo starts to run into the direction of the library, making y/n groan. "oh come on! where is the tea when you need it?!"

kuroo places his hand on the girls back and pushes her into the other direction a little. "come on, we'll see if you phone's at the principals office. kenma, are you walking with us?"

the guy nods a little, not taking his head off of his game. he's too focused to even know what's going on, but that doesn't matter. he knows kuroo will take him anywhere.

a few minutes later, y/n walks out of the principals office with her phone against her chest. "thank you, universe! thank you for bringing my phone back to me."

kuroo shakes his head with a laugh as he closes the door to the principals office behind him. kenma is standing against the wall, his eyes focused on his game while he tries to defeat the final boss of the game.

"you're something else, y/n-san. are you sure you can walk to your class alone?"

the girl rolls her eyes at her brother's best friend's words and nods, "of course, kuroo. i'm perfectly fine walking to my classroom alone."

the male laughs, "hey, just making sure! kenma and i will see you at practice later today, alright? have fun today."

y/n smiles and nods, "yeah! thank you for walking to the principal with me, kuroo and kenma. i'll see you guys later. i have to take care of something now so eh... bye!"

the girl then runs away from the two boys, ready to get to her classroom so she can put her phone on the charger. she has only three percent left, but that's not enough to reply back to all the messages that she missed yesterday.

nearly enough to text the one she wants to text the most.

kuroo laughs at the girl her behaviour and turns his attention to kenma. "you ready?"

kenma only humms and starts to walk into the opposite direction of y/n, his classroom being somewhere else. kuroo walks besides him, then getting around the corner to get to his own classroom after saying bye to kenma.

the male only shakes his head as he thinks about the (h/c) haired girl with (e/c) eyes. the manager of their volleyball team really is whipped for this boy that she barely knows, and you can clearly see it.

what if it's someone of their own school, though? he doesn't know much about her number neighbour, only that he plays volleyball too. inuoka told him that yesterday.

but even worse, what if it's someone from another team? could they possibly be knowing this guy that y/n is texting?

kuroo knows there is a chance, but he didn't know that chance was bigger than he thought it would be.