One Shots of All Kinds

KuroShou - All For Your Love

(I sincerely suggest listening to any of the following songs while reading; The Red Means I love You by Madds Buckley, Stalker's Tango by Autoheart, An Unhealthy Obsession, Play Date by Melanie Martinez, and Dumb Dumb)

He loved him that year. That first year of highschool. It was a great year and he still loves him. But then that bitch Mika came into their lives and stole him. He hated her yet he loved her and so he hated him.

He resented their love and so the rivalry began. Began war on court and for the boy's heart. His love grows to obsession. Obsession moves to possessiveness. Possessiveness turns to killing. Kill all who get in his way. Yet he can't reach her.

The girl he very much wants dead more than anyone else. The girl held in higher regard than him. The girl said to be more attractive than him. The girl who made his love say he's straight. If that's what he wanted then that's what he would get. He'd do anything just to have his love again. To hear his voice tell him how he loves him and no one else.

How could he love anyone else? There would be no one else. No competition. No one to take him from him ever again. He would be his. Forever. Those girls meant nothing. And they'd remain that way.

She would mean nothing when she was dead. It would be such a glorious day when her blood coated his hands. When her face showed only evidence of her death. When she was six feet under and he came running back to him for comfort. Never to find out about what he did.

Never to know what he does for his love.

But no. He couldn't get close to her. She was always in school or with him. His love. He had no way to get to her. That was till now.

She was at their match, their fight in the court. If he could just talk to her. Drag her on a friendly chat alone. Just the two of them.

And it finally happened. After the match he lost to him. How could he not when he looked so desirable when he was staring him down. Giving him attention. It took him everything not to cross the other side and wrap his arms around his neck lovingly.

Aside from holding himself back, it felt so nice he couldn't help but purposely miss a couple blocks when he spiked. But the others were catching on. They're catching on to him letting them score. Kenma's catching on to his secret. He might have to eliminate him. He didn't care if he was his best friend. If he figured it out, he'd ruin everything.

Now she's clinging to him. Handing him his water. Clinging to him. He wanted to do that. He wants her place. He wants her dead.

He wants her hazelnut hair stained red. He wants her off of him. Now's his chance before they leave to return to Nekoma. He approaches him in a slightly irritated manner. Irritated towards him in act alone.

They look his way, she acts innocent. He acts like he hates him. He won't for long.

"Hey, Kuroo." She says.

Her voice is so annoying. He doesn't wanna hear her voice. He wants to hear him.

"Hi, Mika. Daishou." Venom in his voice. Meant for her but aimed at him.

"Do you need something, bastard?"

"Yes, Mika can I talk to you alone outside?" Eyes on him. A ton. The coaches are talking and not paying attention.

He looks at him with disgust, holding her how he'll be holding him when this is all over. When she's no longer part of the picture. Everything is way to easy for him.

"I seen no reason why we can't. Yeah."

She tries to follow him but her boyfriend hoods her back. She pats his head assuring it won't be over long. That she'll be fine and he let's her go. The eyes galore move off of him but two pairs linger a set from each team.