maniac! ★ t. kuroo

╰ ⊹˚.⋆ YOU SCARED OF THE DARK?

tw ; toxic ex asf

"THAT WAS SO AWKWARD."

you reach for one of kuroo's pillows, holding it close as you cringe at the memory of the dinner. "as if kicking your dad wasn't enough, i commented on your mum's age." you bury your head into the pillow and try not to fling yourself out a window. "and it's worse 'cause i was supposed to be your date!"

"that was pretty sad," you feel the bed dip as kuroo sits down next to you, trying his best not to laugh. the boy sets a reassuring hand on your shoulder, "but don't worry about it too much, they really aren't the type to hold a grudge, especially not against someone special to me."

"that makes me feel a little less shitty," you shift your position on the edge of the bed and turn to face him, a grateful smile on your face at his kind words. "thanks, tetsu. you can be really nice sometimes, i guess."

the boy shrugs nonchalantly, but the corners of his lips quirk into a smirk. "i meaann, i am pretty amazing!" kuroo bites his lip and riases his eyebrows, "it took you long enough to reali - pggft?!??" he falls back onto the bed at the impact of his pillow directly hitting his face.

"y/n!" the boy cries, setting the pillow aside and rubbing his nose, "why are you so mean to me all the time?"

"easy!" you grin at the boy in front of you, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up. "because you're embarrassing."

"so we're going to ignore how you kicked my dad and implied my mum was an old hag or?"

"shut the fuck up!" you hastily press a finger to his lips and grimace at the memory, "you're never going to tell anyone that happened, you dumb bitch."

"oh really? and why not?" kuroo smiles against the tip of your finger, mischief dancing in his golden eyes as he leans into your touch and looks up at you. "what are you going to do to me if i do tell someone?"

"get your head outta the gutter." you deadpan, pulling your hand away in disgust and shaking your head. "sometimes, i can't with you." the boy snorts as you reach for your phone to call haru, "i'm going home, fuck you."

"i'm kidding!"

"you're not."

"i'm not — no! come back, y/n!!"

"there's no way you locked yourself in my bathroom," kuroo crosses his arms. "and all because you don't wanna talk to me? you really hurt my feelings bae."

"ew." you scrunch your nose at his words and wash your hands, glancing at the boy standing behind you from the mirror. "anyways, i'm not even going home." you dry your hands with a fuzzy blue towel and walk past him.

"really? that's great!" the boy follows you to his room, turning on the light with a shit eating grin plastered on his pretty face as he slings an arm over your shoulders, "i knew you weren't going to leave, you love me too much."

you take his arms off your frame. "whatever makes you sleep at night," you murmur, leaning against his bed as you cross your legs, sitting on the floor. "haru can't pick me up because it's going to rain soon," you explain to him.