-Bokuto x Fem!Reader
(plus some Kuroo x Fem!Reader)
-Bokuto's your neighbor. Your childhood friend. Of course, you had a crush on him back when you were like five, but you got over it! That is, up until your junior year in high school when things c...
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When you get back to your dorm, you see Phoebe changing into some sort of costume.
"I'm almost too afraid to ask but what, uh, is going on? I didn't realize it was already Halloweekend," you chuckle.
"It's not but Tri Phi is hosting this Star Wars themed party so Kenji and I are going," she tells you. "Let me guess, you're going to poop on our party, aren't you? You've been hanging out with Kuroo too much, you know that?"
"Thought you liked him," you tease.
"To be honest, I'm not really looking for a partner right now so I could care less if you get with him," she smiles.
"Can you just explain to me what your costume is supposed to be? I'm much more interested in that," you laugh as you jump onto her bed.
"Do you know nothing about Star Wars, Y/N?" she sighs as she shows off her tan bra, brown skirt, collar, and what appears to be some kind of broken handcuffs on either wrist.
"Slutty Princess Leia?" you ask.
"Bingo. Well, kinda. You remember that scene where Leia was captured by Jabba the hut?" she asks.
"Vaguely," you respond. "What do you think I should wear?" you then ask.
"Oh, are you saying you want to tag along?" she smiles.
"Maybe," you nod. "If I can find a costume. I've had a long day and it's only like one o'clock. I'll explain it if you help me find something."
When Phoebe agrees and begins to go through your closet for something you can wear, you explain how Bokuto's grandpa went to the hospital and how he tried to kiss you.
"Woah," she responds, so shocked that she stops digging through your clothes. "You rejected Bokuto?!"
"Yep," you sigh. "It just didn't seem right. He was upset 'cause of everything with his grandpa and it just felt... wrong, Pheebs."
"I get it," she sighs as she goes back to her work. "Yeah, I probably would've done the same if I was you. That would've been pretty awkward. I'm sorry you had to experience that."
"It's okay," you shrug. "I've waited this long, I think I can hold out a bit longer."
"Don't wait forever," she scoffs. "Since you decided never to ask him out, you can't blame him if he goes after some other girl."
"You're right," you nod, "which is why I need to go out tonight. Did you find anything yet?"
"Sure did," she smiles as she holds up an outfit consisting of nothing more than a set of black lingerie, gloves, and fishnets. "You can be Darth Vader."
"Ooo, how spot on," you roll your eyes as you chuckle at her words. "Let me try it on."
About thirty minutes later, Kenji knocks on your door. You answer it in the outfit that Phoebe picked out for you.
"Wow, look at you, Y/N. Embracing your true nature, hm?" he teases.
"I could say the same as you," you remark as you look down at his sand-colored costume.
"Well Mark Hamill himself did say that Luke's sexual orientation is up for interpretation," he tells you.
"Ah, I didn't know you were such a Star Wars nerd," you chuckle as you allow him into your room.
"Didn't know you weren't," he strikes back. "So are you coming out with us tonight or going out to see Kuroo again."
"Good one," you narrow your eyes as you shut the door. "No, I'm going out with you guys."
"Well in that case, do you have any more of that booger sugar from the other night?" he asks with wide eyes.
"Seriously? Is that what you junkies are calling it now?" Phoebe scoffs.
"Like you don't use it either," you roll your eyes. "You're the one who gave it to me!"
"So you do have it?" Kenji asks again hopefully.
"No!" you snap. "I finished it already," you then lie. The truth is, you pawned it off to some girl down the hall who is in one of your classes after Kuroo and Bokuto had that talk with you yesterday.
"Phoebe, can you please get some more for us?" Kenji then pleads.
"How 'bout we just focus on drinking and having a good time, okay?" you interrupt, causing the two of them to look at you oddly.
"She's right Kenj," Phoebe sighs. "Let's just go to Tri Phi and have a good time. I'm sure you can get some guy to give you some nose boogers or whatever you called it when we get there," she then shrugs.
"Don't make it gross," he rolls his eyes. "But fine. Are you two ready to go then?"
"I am," you shrug. "Pheebs, you ready?"
"As I'll ever be," she sighs. "Truth is, I wanna get out of here, too. This room always makes me feel claustrophobic."
When you arrive at Tri Phi's party, Kenji takes Phoebe's advice and goes off to find someone to help scratch his itch. Meanwhile, you and Phoebe head to the kitchen to grab some drinks.
Somewhere in the middle of your evening, you head back to the kitchen by yourself for another drink. That first one had got you seriously drunk and part of you wanted to ask one of the frat guys just what the hell they put in it to make it so amazing.
But just as you grab your drink and ask your burning question, someone attempts to pull the drink out of your hand but instead ends up knocking it all over you.
Anger bubbles up inside of you. You blink your dry eyes so you can get a good look at whoever just pissed you the hell up, but instead of getting upset, your expression softens when you see them.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N!" he apologizes as he grabs your chest and attempts to clean you off.
"Kuroo?!" you say with furrowed brows in case your brain is just playing tricks on you.
The second he realizes what he's doing, he freezes up and slowly fixes his posture. "I, uh..." he begins. His brain must've fried somewhere in the night and instead of apologizing for the hundredth time, he takes your hand and pulls you into the nearby bathroom.
"What's going on?" you ask him as he locks the door behind you two. "Are you supposed to be Han Solo?" you then laugh.
"Look, I was just talking to one of the other guys and I think they were spiking your drink," he explains. "And yes, Han Solo is the best character, obviously."
"No way, I had such a crush on him as a kid," you chuckle. "But I don't get why you spilled my drink all over me."
"I wasn't trying to. I was going to take it out of your hand and say something to that guy you were talking to, but I tripped. I really am sorry, Y/N," he expresses genuinely.
"It's okay," you shake your head. "Mind passing me some paper towels so I can wipe this off of me?"
