maniac! ★ t. kuroo

╰ ⊹˚.⋆ THERE'S A GOOD GIRL

"STOP CALLING HIM THAT."

you sigh, adjusting your blouse. "what? your booooyyfriend??" haru smirks, leaning in closer and pressing a finger to your nose. you scrunch your face and smack his hand away, "don't touch, you're gonna ruin my makeup."

"see! you even got all pretty for him, and you're still denying you like him?" haru asks, laughing at you. rolling your eyes, you push past him. "i do this for myself, haru. not for any boy."

"you didn't deny it!" the boy calls after you as you slide into your shoes. "oh my fucken' god!" you finally groan, reaching for a slipper and sending it hurtling towards his face, the boy ducks down and laughs harder.

"you're so cute for thinking i wouldn't realise!" he chuckles, doubling down and wiping a tear from his eyes. "why are we related?" you ask, exasperated. he snorts, "you think i wanna be your cousin?"

you're about to say something when there's a knock on the front door. haru peers over your shoulder, "that's probably your boy—" you elbow him harshly and smile. "zip it, bitch."

he weakly laughs, "i'm gonna tell him all about your little crush— mmph!?" you reach for the handle and fling the front door open, plastering a bright smile on your glossy lips. "hi, tetsu!"

"hey y/n." he blinks, "did i interrupt something...?" he asks, noticing you've got your arms tight around his neck and an elbow in his chest. "...help." haru coughs, to which your smile widens.

"..." the boys face looks like he's in pain, so kuroo swiftly takes your hand and leads you out. "anyways, y/n!" he tries to distract you, "are you looking forward to today? because i am."

focusing on the feeling of him holding your hand, a fluttering feeling overcomes you, and you nod. "me too, it'll be nice to spend time with you again, especially after last time..." he picks up on your discomfort and cracks a joke to get your mind off him.

haru coughs, leaning on the door for support. you look back and mouth the words 'shut up' at him, only for him to smirk and call out at the pair of you, "have fun with your boyfriend, my dearest cousin!"

"that little shit!" you glance back at him one last time and haru shivers, slamming the door shut. if looks could kill, he'd be dead. "you absolute bitch - i hate you!!"

kuroo watches this exchange and a small smile unconsciously creeps onto his lips, "boyfriend?" he asks, when you finally turn around to him, "sorry, my cousins just fucken' dumb, please ignore him."

"don't worry, you should see mine." he chuckles, amused. "though, i can't say i don't like the sound of that." he teases you, throwing an arm around your waist and grinning. "i'd be a good boyfriend."

much to his surprise, you don't roll your eyes or come up with a comeback, only looking right back at his golden orbs and softly smiling, "oh really?"

he turns back to the front and swallows, the top of his ears dusted a light shade of pink, "yeah." the rest of the walk to the bus stop is silent, but comfortable. you're so cute.

kuroo grabs a pair of skates from the front desk, handing the employee your coupons. "do you know how to skate?" he asks you, setting down a pair of skates in your size. "you'd be surprised," you say, struggling into your pair of skates.

"you need help?" he asks, laughing as you fight with your shoes. "nope! see - these fucking shoes... there!!" you exclaim, finally getting your feet into them with a grin on your face.

the boy chuckles, "here, let me." kuroo offers, crouching down and taking your laces into his hands, "you don't need to." you say, he glances up at you and looks back down, tightening the laces into a knot, "it's okay, i want to."

"if you need help," the boy stands up and uses the railing as support to get onto the rink, he glances back at you, "you can always ask me."

"sure." you nod and watch as he slides onto the ice, both feet on the ground, but a slight stumble to his movements. "come on!" he beckons you onto the ice, skating back to the edge and holding out an arm for you.

"thank you," you set your skate onto the ice and clutch his shoulder for support. he leans in closer, breath tickling your ear. "good girl," he breathes, guiding you onto the ice. you scoff, good girl?

just as kuroo is about to lead you towards the centre of the rink, you let go of him. his golden eyes widen as you stumble, "y/n! you're going to hurt yourself!" he reaches for your hand as you regain your balance and take his hand into yours.

you intertwine his fingers with yours, the bottom of your skates glide on the smooth surface of the icy rink as you gracefully lead him across it, facing him and skating backwards, kuroo stares at you both dumbfounded and in awe.

you let go of his hand and he scrambles to keep himself standing, when he finally regains his balance, he looks up only to find you're not there anymore. "y/n?" he calls out, confused.

"yes tetsu?" you hum, lips grazing his neck. he tenses up and flushes red as you slowly trail your fingers to his shoulder and softly smile, "good boy." you mock him, he turns around and you chuckle, "not too bad."

"wow. i didn't know you could skate." he breathes, golden eyes boring into your mischievous e/c ones. you shrug, keeping the playful grin on your face as you lean in towards him, "anything you can do, i can do better."

for a moment, he just watches you. the way your eyes gleam, the beaming smile painted on your glossy lips, and how your (now slightly messy) hair frames your face, everything about you has him so whipped.

you're perfect, he thinks, beautiful.

you raise an eyebrow, "cat got your tongue?" he scoffs in amusement, as he moves to the right. you watch him skate around you in a circle, eyes trailing across your frame.

you cross your arms, suddenly feeling very self conscious of his analytical gaze. "you're weird." you huff. kuroo picks up on your uncomfortable body language and slows down, coming to a halt besides you. "huh?" you look at him expectantly.

"you know..." he runs his fingers through a few loose strands of your hair. (you silently thank the heavens that you brushed it.) "i like your outfit." he remarks casually, "and your hair, and your makeup. you look really pretty today."

before you can get a word in, his eyes widen, "not that you don't look pretty every other day— i just, you know!" he panics, looking anywhere but at you. "uhm, it's getting hot, ice cream? yes? cool!! i'll get us ice cream, yeah!"

he swiftly pushes past you and skates away, to the exit of the rink. you watch him leave and trip over his own feet at least five times in the span of two minutes, stifling a laugh with the back of your hand.

"ah, what am i going to do with you?" you smile.