Haikyuu boyfriend scenarios

Kuroo

The more I thought about him, the harder my heart pounded. Whether this was a good sensation or not, remained a mystery.

I normally wasn't the one to obsess over some boy, especially one of the volleyball team members, but there was just something about him that captivated me.

I sighed as I leaned against the cold cement wall peering across the hallway at the boy in question.

I couldn't even tell you his name yet here I am thinking about how it would feel to slide my hand into his and lean on his shoulder.

I sighed quickly and shook my head as I jumped off the wall and clenched my books to my chest watching as he ran a hand through his raven shaded hair.

I found most people to be an eyesore, but this man. My god.

He smirked as he adjusted the strap that hung lonesomely on his shoulder, speaking to a shorter blonde guy. They seemed to be good friends, he was always with him.

I remember the first time I saw them together, I got so jealous. My heart sank. I wanted to stomp over there and ask who she was. And then they turned around. And Immediately I felt stupid.

It was a boy.

I giggled to myself remembering that hauntingly embarrassing memory.

Just as I tucked the thought away, the bell rang signalling that the day has finally come to an end. I can finally go home and get this guy out of my head.

I had a ton of homework to do anyway...

I turned around and made my way through the crowded hall towards my locker.

The treacherous journey had come to an end and I reached out holding the cold lock in my hand twisting the dial to the desired numbers, pulling down and unlocking it effortlessly and swinging the thin metal door open.

I bent down picking some binders up, storing them in my arms before standing up and shoving them into my bag one by one. I had four subjects that needed to be studied over the weekend.

Fantastic.

As used to not having free time as I was, I missed the comfort of sitting around doing nothing. Not having to worry about a thing.

If I think about it too much it makes me sad, the fact that I have so much work to do.

But when you think about it, it wouldn't be a normal grade 12 year without an abnormal of homework to do.

I zipped up my bag and pulled it out, slinging it over my shoulder and closing the locker door pushing the small lock closed.

I turned and began walking back down the hall. At this point most of the students had vanished quicker than water in the desert.

Seeing how it was Friday, I could understand why.

I fumbled with my headphones trying to untie the knot that mysteriously appeared while being in my pocket for a solid 20 minutes.

I furrowed my brows as I accidentally tied it tighter.

"Come on, why is this so hard"

I growled lowly as my hands continued to work at the annoyance in front of me.

Suddenly my feet stopped.

The sounds of shoes squeaking against the floor, balls smashing against the same surface, and a whistle blowing.

That's right, there was a game today. A team from around the area had come in.

I looked up and over my left shoulder at the open gym door. Seeing some guys sitting on the bench, the corner of the net, and a ref.

My hands dropped slowly as I stared.

I wonder if he's playing today?

Before I could question myself or my decisions my feet began moving towards the doors. I peered in to see the two teams fighting fiercely against each other.

Obviously the game had just began, seeing how the score was 2-0.

I shoved my headphones into my hoodie pocket and made my way up the bleachers, finding an empty corner to sit in.

I placed my bag in between my legs in front of me I watched intently.

He was there.

The opposing team's spiker ran up and smacked the ball over the net...but he was there to block it.

He moved fast, and was strong.

The way his muscles would pop as he leapt up for a spike.

His hair flowed perfectly.

Yet as the game got more intense he remained stoic.

Who was this man.

I had to find out. Soon.