𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 30

⚠︎𝕋𝕎 - 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞⚠︎

A few days had passed, it was Thursday. Y/n paced in the gymnasiums direction, listening to the music through her earphones, utterly volumed up.

Breathing in and out slowly, creating white clouds as her warm breath collided with the cold air, distinctly resembling winter, she observed the shapes her breath formed each time.

Abstractedly walking up to the gym's doors, feeling unanticipated pressure against her visage, wincing, she stepped backwards as her gaze flew upwards.

Her eyes landed on those peculiarly golden ones, causing her heartbeats to speed up again.

„Sorry, I didn't know you were here.”

„No, I wasn't looking where I was going. It's my fault.”

The girl mumbled the second sentence, even though the boy could still hear it partially. His lips twisted into a moderate smile, genuine one, and her gaze instantly glued to his lips.

„It doesn't matter, at least you didn't fall this time like you usually would.”

Momentarily frowning at his statement, her fists clenching, she looked away, as the boy merely observed her in silence. Well, at least it was silent for a couple seconds, until the boy suddenly giggled, forcing blood to rush into her cheeks shortly.

Her heart beating so hard and fast, gave her an impression of a prisoner who tried to escape the cell. She could obtrusively sensate her heartbeats, as her frown slowly disappeared, her face steadily turning in Kenma's direction.

„Your reactions are the best. I'd definitely make a video compilation of your reactions.”

First he smiles, then he giggles, and now he's even talking to me without me asking any questions to begin with? What happened to him? Is he going insane? Is he on drugs?

„Oh, Chibi-chan! You're here too!”

Taller boy uttered cheerfully, exiting the gym as he embraced the girl with his arms firmly, giving her a warm hug.

She promptly hugged him back, smelling his remarkably attractive perfume.

„Is our coach already there?”

„Everyone from your team is already there, including your coach. You're the only one that's late, again.”

Kuroo averred, smirking cockily as Y/n stepped away from him to look up into his hazel eyes, glaring at the taller boy.

„I'll deal with you later.”

She muttered through her teeth, bypassing both boys as she entered the gymnasium, once again bumping into someone, but this time almost falling backwards.

Expecting the fall, she closed her eyes, preparing for the pain, but it never came. Instead, she sensated hands placed around her waist, opening her eyes slowly.

It was none other than the Nekoma boys team's libero, Yaku Morisuke.

„Are you okay, Y/n-san?”

„Yeah, thank you. I really thought I was gonna fall this time.”

The boy then smiled at her, as she placed herself into a proper standing position, his hands leaving her waist.

„Be careful next time.”

„Sure thing Yaku-san.”

Everyone from her team saw that scene, including her coach and the two boys still standing in front of the gym's doors. Suddenly feeling a wave of embarrassment, Y/n placed the hood of her (f/c) jacket over her head, rushing towards the dressing room.