nothing more than this | tetsurou kuroo ♡

score

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kenma and you were walking to the rink, on the way to his training. as you guys did, you had a simple conversation.

"i'm gonna see you train again~" you muse, putting an arm around his shoulder. he doesn't even shrug off your shoulder.

kenma points to himself, chuckling, "me?"

"yeah, you! who else?"

the blonde gives you a look, and you know which one it was. it was one of those doubtful gazes he always did, like when you would say, "i could beat you at mario kart!" cause the both of us knew that wasn't true.

taking your arm off, you cross them in front of your chest and scowl at kenma, "don't look at me like that." you murmur.

"we both know it's not JUST for me..."

the accusations are crazy. "what makes you think i want to spend time with him." then you amplify your voice, "everyday?"

"cause you do?" he speaks truthfully.

"well, yeah, cause he's my best friend!"

"best friend...." he wonders off.

"you know what i mean!."

"yeah yeah, sure." he beckons, "you're here to see your boyfriend." that's the conclusion he comes up with.

"i'm not? and he's not even gonna be ther-"

as you push open the door of the sports rink, you see only the captain, your captain, skating around at top speed.

"kuroo!" you drop your bag down on the floor and start stonping your feet to the barricade of the rink.

the messy haired boy looks up, seeing his girl, "y/n!" excitedly, he starts making his way to you, ruffling up his hair so it's presentable.

as he skates to you, he perfectly stops on his blades, making speckles of shaved ice fly up. he rests his head, looking at your not so delighted face with his one eye. "what's cooking, good looking??" he taunts and tilts his head to the side, purposefully annoying you.

you're not very amused, "kuroo!"

"what?" he frowns.

"geezaloo, can they get a room..." kenma whispers to himself, walking over to his teammates who are on the bleachers chuckling.

peeking over the barricade, you can see what he's wearing on his feet. ice skates. it had only been a week since his last game. looking back at his face, the scar across his eye was still there, and there was small bruises at the side of his jaw. "those are new." you point to the small blue-blacks on his neck and face, "I thought i told you to rest?"

"i'm feeling better, i promise." he pleads, putting his hands together in a praying motion.

"your not even wearing the correct gear." you point out, commenting on his bare knees and elbows that flaunted his old bandages, not to mention the absence of a helmet.

"trust me." he smiles, trying to convince you.

you cross your arms, "put on your safety gear, now."

his shoulders slum, putting a leg over the barricade to get his stuff. "yes ma'am." he pouts.

someone from the bleachers suddenly shouts, "when are you gonna ask her on a date?"

you turn back to see kai and the others huddles together, laughing.

"now." kuroo says when he gets out.

then, you hear ecstatic cheering from the guys. with 5 minutes before practice, they make their way to the ice, all running to kuroo and patting him on the back.

suddenly, kuroo is facing you and you look left and right. "wait, what?" you ask, anxious. "you're asking me on a-"

"date." kuroo finishes your sentence, "see, i asked you before, but i'm gonna ask again." you see the look of determination on his face, finding it cute. "can i take you out tomorrow?"

you decide to tease him, "what if i'm not free tomorrow?"

the hockey boy puts his stick behind his shoulders, getting into deep thought. "then i'll ask about the next day, and the day after that, and then the da-"

"tomorrow sounds good." you cut him off. he looks at you like he already knew, and undeniably happy at that answer. he looks

the smile on his face was wider than ever, and he was more than happy to give you a good show today. "alright, sit down there lady." pointing with his stick, he points straight to the bleachers. "every score will be for you today."

feeling the heat on your cheeks, you put the back hand to shield your faint smile. kuroo gives you a dorky grin, before jumping back into the rink. "don't fall!" you shout to him, before making your way to sit doen.

he looks back at you, "i won't!" after that, kuroo skates back into action, immediately taking the puck from yamamoto in one swift, steady motion, "score." he says out loud, before swinging the puck right into the goal.

AUTHOR NOTE

I didn't write this story for SO LONG i forgot they got together, HAHAHAHAH

HOW HAVE U GUYS BEEN??? have you been good? have you been okay? if you are reading this thank you for waiting for it. I LVOE YOUUUU