𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 5

Y/n continued walking around still with no actual place in mind, and she kept doing it for two hours, until she finally decided to go back home.

On her way home, she went to the store to buy something to drink. While she was searching for her favourite drink, she was still listening to music.

Once she felt a soft but sudden touch on her shoulder, she winced, turning her music down again, before her eyes met with the dark haired boy's.

„You scared the hell out of me, Kuroo-san.”

„I didn't think scaring you would be this easy Y/n-chan.”

He teased her once again, grinning brightly.

„I'm gonna punch you if you keep teasing me like that, you know?”

„I'd like to see you try, since you're so short.”

„I'm not short.”

She responded angrily, looking directly into his hazel eyes.

He deliberately leaned down to face her, with provoking smile on his visage.

„Last time I checked, you were shorter than Kenma, Y/n-chan.”

She frowned at his statement, biting her lower lip again, which he instantly noticed, staring at her lips in an obvious way.

„Oh, I forgot you had a lip-biting kink.”

She averred, glancing away from him back onto the shelf filled with various drinks.

„Lip-biting kink?”

„Yeah, you get turned on when you see people biting their lips.”

She was saying that while she was still busy picking her drink, but he didn't stop looking at her even for a single second.

„Well maybe you're right, Y/n-chan.”

He whispered that to her, as she felt shiver going down her spine because of the sensation of his hot breath on her cold skin.

She finally turned in his direction to face him, but his face was way too close to hers.

„Kuroo, what do you think you're doing?”

„No 'san' this time, Y/n-chan?”

„Well you're kinda making me nervous and angry at the moment so I don't really feel like being polite to you.”

He simply twisted his lips into another innocent smile, even though other people would often mistake him for some sort of a playboy, he really wasn't like that.

But he did have a weird sense of humour, sometimes he would say things that could really be perceived as something that only playboys would say. But she and everyone else who actually spoke to him more than three times knew that he wasn't like that at all.

He then finally moved away from her face, placing his hand onto the nape of his neck like he usually does when he's nervous or embarrassed.

„Sorry about that, Y/n-chan. I really didn't mean anything bad...”

„I know that, Kuroo-san.”

He then placed an immaculate smile onto his countenance, looking away nervously.

„Y/n-chan...I wanted to ask you something.”

„Ask then...I don't really have much time to stand around waiting for your question.”