"don't you have something more fun to do?" yn asked.
"what's more fun than studying on friday night?" that wasn't even a lie. [...]
"woah, you are way more lame than people give you credit for," she chuckled.
"yeah, all of this makes people think t...
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"do you have my keys?" kuroo's mother asked him for the thousandth time since they walked into the store.
"i do," he answered. he was holding them in his pocket, and they were not going anywhere. his mom decided to give him keys to watch this time instead of tossing them into her bag, where they were bound to get lost.
saturday shopping has to be his favorite way to spend time with his mother. she has taken him to the grocery store every saturday since he was a child, and when he was younger, his father used to tell him that he needed to eat greens and drink milk to ensure that he was strong enough to push a cart if mom gave him one. smart way to get kid to eat more, he had to give him that.
life was definitely better when his dad's main concern was getting him to eat beans, rather than worrying about what college and future his son would choose.
"lemons, tetsuro, we forgot lemons," his mother said, shaking her head, as if the world had ended because they had forgotten to pick up lemons when they passed them. "go."
this was something a small kuroo would dream of. going alone to the other part of the store to bring something for his mother. now it wasn't as exciting. maybe a little, because the special need for lemons resulted in baked salmon with lemon, which was one of his favorite dishes on the planet.
he packed some lemons into the bag and was ready to return to his cart.
"excuse me," he heard behind him, and his head snapped faster than a light. "oh, hi."
"hi," he said with a smile when he saw yn.
"you dropped this." she jiggled the keys she was holding by a ring.
kuroo furrowed his brows and started patting himself on the pockets. empty pockets.
"did you just pickpoketed me to have a reason to talk to me?" he asked, taking the keys back.
"no, but i will remember it for the next time," yn chuckled as she fixed the bag on her shoulder.
"please don't, i always have used tissues in my pockets," he said with a laugh. "i didn't know you were shopping here, seems a little far from your house." was it a desperate attempt to continue the conversation? maybe, but if it worked, he'd be very happy and proud of his desperation.
kenma would probably say that it was embarrassing for him to be so eager to talk with yn for a moment, even though they saw each other every day, texted, and even talked on the phone on occasion, but kenma also said that he needed to up his game, and he needed yn to know that he was delighted to see her at any time.
"no, it's not my area at all, i was just thirsty and stopped by the store," she said, recalling that she had felt dryness in her mouth before seeing kuroo, and it had nothing to do with him. "my dad's company is on the end of the street, he asked me to handle some business for him, so that's why i'm here."
kuroo drove this street every saturday to go shopping for a few years, but he couldn't remember what kind of business could be found down the street, even if his lfe depended on it.
yn's relationship with her father was... weird. it wasn't like they hated each other, they were on normal speaking terms, they didn't talk much, once a week was plenty, and once a month was fine, he wasn't a terrible person, he wasn't perfect, but he wasn't awful, he was an okay father at times, not for her, but for her siblings. if yn had to describe them briefly, she would probably refer to them as business partners rather than father and daughter.
"i didn't know you were a businesswoman," kuroo said, looking up and down her casual attire, which wouldn't be appropriate for an office of any kind.
"i'm pretty sure you don't know much about me yet," she chuckled, flashing him another one of her lovely smiles, which kuroo was so happy to receive.
"sounds like a challenge," he said confidently. that was flirting now, and the best part was that it was started by yn. he wasn't good at flirting, he never had the opportunity to really practice that skill because most of the time when a girl tried to flirt with him, he just looked at her and she was already giggling, it brushed his ego, but it didn't prepare him for moments like this, when he really needs to swoon a lady. "good thing that i love a good challenge."
yn rolled her eyes, but a smile remained on her face. kuroo was quite charming with his awkward smile and forced smug tone of voice.
"are you planting those lemons, tetsuro?" his mother asked, emerging from who knows where (probably aisle four, where he left her).
"no, ma'am," he sighed, raising the bag to proudly show that he had at least packed the lemons, before engaging in conversation that distracted him from his own mother, who was waiting for him. "see you on monday," he said, nodding to yn, who smiled and bowed politely to the older woman.
yn knew it wasn't appropriate to stare, but the woman was so similar to kuroo that it was unbelievable. even if she saw her on the street without kuroo, she would think she resembled him.
"who was that?" his mother wanted to know as soon as yn left their sight.
"friend from school."
"friend," she shook her head, giving her son a disappointed expression. "she's pretty," she said, trying to get him to tell her more.
that was the trait she passed down to him and was most proud of, not that he looked like a spitting image of her, but that he was as provocative as she was. his father surely appreciated that she passed it instead of his stoic calmness.
"so?" she nudged him.
"she's the girl you had to drive me to for tutoring," he explained, hoping it would satisfy his mother. she liked putting faces to stories.
"oh, she's the sister of one of your teammates, right? the one who hosted the last sleepover?" it was moving very quickly in a direction he didn't like. "was she there?"
kuroo let out a groan that told his mom far more than words could.
