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"Shut yer trap you dumbass!"
"Oh I've just about had it with your bullshit Atsumu! I swear I'm gonna murder you!"
Y/n grumbled. "Can you two actually shut the fuck up already? I'm sick of this constant arguing!"
Kuroo chuckled at how angry she was at the twins. She had every right to be in fact. Sighing, he leaned back on his chair and sipped on his drink.
"Mmm- y/n", he said, swallowing. "Tomorrow night, we're going to meet an important person at Club Rouge. I kinda lied and said it was just a chance to see how they are but in reality, I think they know where the Sakuyara Crew is, princess."
"Don't call me that-"
He rolled his eyes. "Anyway, you need to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut because if you provoke them, I swear we'll lose our chance to suck up and get answers from him."
Nodding, y/n understood. The fact that because of Oikawa fucking up, she was in this mess, deeply annoyed her. Pissed her off. She would never take anyone's responsibility on herself but Oikawa was a different case. He saved her. Saved her from wrongly getting murdered. Finishing off her food, y/n got up and turned to Kuroo.
"What time?"
"Eight at night. Don't be late", he told her sternly. "Off you go princess", he smacked her ass, smirking.
Resisting the urge to slap him right across the face, she walked away. It was no lie that during mornings, everyone was on thin ice with y/n but she had to remain calm, especially since she isn't in her own environment. This was another persons playground. Someone else ran the show. That someone being Kuroo Tetsurō.
Ding.
Y/n phone's screen was brought to life and a text message was seen.
11:55
s e m i has Kuroo gotten anywhere with anything so far?
Y/n opened her phone and texted him. s e m i
you yeah, we have a meeting organised tomorrow night at club rouge. might get some answers from this guy.
