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"why am i doing this?" kenma questioned as he watched kuroo switch his shirts. "because you want your best friend to look nice for his date." kenma squinted his eyes in denial. "don't you go on dates every week?" kuroo sighed. "you don't understand, this is different. i actually want to stay with her." kuroo had a reputation for being a player. not only to fill the emptiness of his life, but it fills an emptiness in his hearts desire. the reason behind it being his parents absences. "i want to change. i know it may seem out of the ordinary or stupid hearing that from me but, she understands me in a way. i'm done being someone who i am not." kuroo stated with a generous smile plastered on his face as he faced kenma with a plain white shirt and a brown vintage leather sweater to match. "how is this?" he looked at kenmas aghast facial expression. "what?" kenma only blinked at him. "dont fuck this up, okay?" kenma only sought for assurance in kuroo. "i won't, not this time."
kuroo ended up wearing the same white tee shirt with the brown leather jacket, a pair of jeans, and a pair of converse to match. he made sure to put some effort into his appearance but not so much to scare you away. just enough to show he cared.
he also thought out his first date idea with you firmly. he didn't want something as cheesy as a movie for the first date, he wanted something memorable, something you'd want more of. nor did he want something as fancy as a dinner because he knew that would get awkward easily. something you'd both enjoy and have fun.
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amelie was probably more excited than you, the person who was actually going on a date. the fact that you had asked her for help to get ready for the date had her over the moon. "so what are we thinking, curly, straight, styled?" she asked holding up all her hair products. "sheesh, what ever you think fits." you sighed. "just don't burn my house down, please." amelie laughed. "you can count on me!" you sat there watching your reflection in the vanity mirror in front of you. 'oh god,' you thought. 'please let this be worth it. i beg of you!' you squinted your eyes in horror. you can't help but assume the worst, it was only your first, him, this is probably just a hobby of his. what if he played you like he did every other girl? "look alive, y/n." amelie said, awakening you from your daydream. "how does this look?" she showed you the hairstyle she had done on you. "wow, i actually like this, thank you." you said combing your fingers through your hair. "no, thank you." she smiled. "now the most important part, the outfit. she planted out a couple of her own piece for you to pick out. one combo that caught your eye was a black long-sleeves bodysuit with a red leather skirt, topped with black boots. "i like this one." you presented amelie. "i liked that one for you too!" she squealed. "now, try it on!"
"god damn, y/n." amelie eyed you as you walked out the bathroom. "this is so much better than the grey hoodie and ball park cap." she almost drooled. "okay, now that's harsh." you crossed your arms. "i mean, look at yourself," she brought your in front of a full body mirror. "aw, your growing up," she said grabbing your shoulders." you couldn't help but smile. this was your first date after all. "its only a date but it really shows how much you've grown, from your dad, your state financially and mentally," you and amelie exchanged embraces. "thank you, amelie." if only she had the strength left in her to hold her tears back, but she didn't.
°•. ✿ .•° a/n— hey? 😭 if you still reading this, why? lwk i forgot abt this app fr this time 💀 js saw the chap wasnt uploaded so why not 🤷♀️
