UNREQUITED LOVE | Kuroo T.

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And there was Kuroo. He was alone. Not literally, but mentally, physically, emotionally, inside, outside... is there really any other ways to feel alone?

Kenma was by his side, but it was almost as if he wasn't. As Kenma was rearranging his games, Kuroo was rearranging his mind. He had to sort things out, but how? Kenma's only answers were "She will come back, bro. Shut up" but her social networks said otherwise. All friends related to both, every week published things where they would only do one thing: party. Literally. All day. All night. Kuroo carefully analysed every single one of them trying to find a glimpse of the girl who was tormenting his dreams but refusing to watch the ones that the same girl posted. If she truly loved him, why was she dancing so near to Atsumu? She only danced that way with him, so the sight of her sharing her private space with another man that wasn't him was making him to go ape. Kuroo knew Atsumu was her best friend, but that still stinged. A lot.

However, (Y/N) did not remember how she got in that situation with Atsumu. She remembered a few shots being shared with the fake blond man, a little dance on the dance floor and back to a few more shots and nothing more. On the other hand, Sakusa remembered all too well. Preying on them and glancing at how close they were dancing with each other on the lively dance floor.

It began with an invite from Atsumu to join her, which she gladly accepted since Atsumu was the only one accompanying her to the dance floor, but as the alcohol was kicking in, so was their boldness.

The dancing bodies near them bumped furiously causing (Y/N)'s personal space and Atsumu's to become the same as one. They didn't mind as the alcohol made them senseless to the outside world. Sakusa saw how (Y/N)'s elbows rested on Atsumu's wide shoulders, their heads swaying to opposite directions and her wide smile could be seen from afar as Atsumu would laugh after catching her giggling at nothing.

The freakier the playlist, the naughtiest the dance. Almost everyone sharing the dance floor searched for someone so they could have a little spicy dance with, but the pair was ahead of all of them. Bodies collided and their synchronized hips balanced. Her naked arms spread over Atsumu's shoulders, and her head bent back showing off her neck filled with a few jewelleries.

Another music came and a one she enjoyed a lot. She spun like a ballerina and her arms high up, gracing smoothly at each other, she swayed to the rhythm. Someone collided once again into Atsumu, and the almost unconscious man glued his chest to her back. She took a glance back, sighting the guy continuing to dance and so did she. The drunk girl tried to sing, but incomprehensible words and a few hiccups came out in between. Sakusa was focused like he was in a movie. As Atsumu's leg was being used as support for (Y/N) to grind freely and her hands rummaging carelessly on his shiny fake blond hair.

Did the black curly haired boy find it weird? Absolutely, but it would be something to embarrass them one day if needed.

Atsumu's head rested on the crook of her neck, almost mindlessly falling asleep, his arms still hanging on her waist for support. He wasn't finding that attractive, he was a bit too drunk to even acknowledge what was going on, he was just following the rythm of the music heedlessly.

Suddenly, an agonizing slow music began to play, creating the perfect cue to drink more as they began bickering over how lame the music was and that in parties slow music and romantic music should be prohibited and forbidden.

That's when it was Sakusa's turn to intervene. If they took one more shot, they would probably go into an alcoholic coma. They lost sense of reality, and for the first time, (Y/N) was in a bad state or in other words, strongly drunk.

Sakusa almost ordered them to go to the room upstairs. I mean, Bokuto wouldn't mind, he thought. With a lot of refusal, incoherent pleadings from Atsumu and reassurance from (Y/N) that everything was under control and, using her words, God's control. He could finally manage to guide them to one of the rooms.

One thing Sakusa was sure, God after seeing that, lost fate in humanity - or perhaps just in them.

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He could see how drunk she was. Kuroo knew she would wake up in the morning without no memory of what had unfolded the night before. But right now, he felt like he was someone's favourite game for a period and that times later it was placed in the deepest place of some random drawer. He knew she wasn't a reckless drinker. She didn't even enjoy the taste of liquor tangling her throat leaving a not so good after taste in her mouth.

Every time they went out, they were the ones who ended up taking care of their friends who fell filthy drunk at his new freshly changed bed sheets. Only remaining a couch where they both shared and a blanket that would share its warmth with them.

He could scream curses at her at the sky for bringing such memories, but in their final day, when she uttered "I want to live! Meet new people, going to parties and do some irresponsible things" it all made sense, even finishing with "but I don't want to hurt you while doing those things. So, I don't think this is working anymore, Kuroo". He could do all those things. He could party with her. Get drunk with her. See her doing incautious things; but as long he was with her, they could manage to go through it together.

How selfish of her to think he wouldn't do all those things with her, for love.