Fairie Blood》Kuroo Testurou x Reader《✧.* Supernatural AU

1✦ Trio of Troublemakers

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The clock's arms move along slowly, marching to a steady beat. (Y/N)'s once neat scrawl is little more than chicken scratch now, as the history teacher drones on about the joys of Hellgrass straw and its cultural value. Fascinating, really.

Kuroo sneaks a glance at her notebook before grabbing it and doodling a truly charming illustration of a barfing semi-bald cat.

" I will literally desecrate your body and hide it under the bleachers, never to be found again, " (Y/N) mutters without any real fire, before kicking him in the shins. The boy finger guns in reply.

The next few minutes tick by in blissful silence and (Y/N) dares to hope that perhaps her rooster-haired friend had found a new victim. The thought bothers her for some reason, most likely pity for whichever poor girl he's found.

A loud crash breaks through her musings. She jerks up, a piece of the ceiling narrowly missing her head. It leaves a dent in the ground as the dust settles. (Y/N) rubs her eyes, "It's too fucking early I can't deal with this."

She doesn't even need to look to know that one(1) Bokuto Koutarou atop the missing chunk of ceiling is grinning sheepishly at the rest of the students who have all collected around the commotion. 

"Hey Hey Hey!" the boy says smiling, and in a sudden poof he's gone, an owl in his place. As it slowly flits away out the conveniently open window(when did Kuroo that bastard even do that fucker), hyena laughter can be heard in the background.

The room decor has improved, (Y/N) thinks.

The students slowly recover, with the teachers sighing. At least it wasn't all three of them involved this time. At this point, detention had three nice seats marked specifically for them.

Contrary to popular belief, (Y/N) is not the voice of reason among the trio, more of a demon hellspawn as her peers like to think, but a scarily competent one at that. If one is lucky enough that she isn't threatening death to every being within a 4-foot radius, then she can actually be quite a nice person. Or so they hear, only a small group of people have gotten that close.

Her very demeanor is icy, accentuated by curling tendrils of hair and piercing eyes. None can deny (Y/N) is pretty, a glacial beauty rivaling that of Kiyoko Shimizu, but where Kiyoko is shy (Y/N) is blunt, not one to beat around the bush. There's also something about the girl that throws people off, a flicker of light some say, when just for an instant something about her changes. No one really knows, it doesn't stop the few who try to get close to her.

(Y/N) thinks everyone in their class likes gossip a bit more than she prefers. 

The bell signaling dismissal rings.

As her classmates chitter about the weekly tournament they're having tomorrow night and Bokuto's, (Y/N) exits the classroom, dragging Kuroo along despite insistent whines. She can feel the eyebags collecting as they stroll out conversing about battle tactics, there's still a great deal of preparation to be done.

aka (Y/N) swears too much when she's tired

A/N: Wrote this on a dare and then got attached, it is now some kids emo fantasy