(A/N)
Part of the reason this chapter took so long was because- despite me having a playlist full of song choices- this chapter was particularly hard to pair with a song.Dark mode recommended.
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More Than It Hurts You - The Front BottomsWarnings:
• accidental misgendering
• dysphoric thoughts"Hey, are you okay?"
The boy standing over (Y/N) asked, tilting his head only slightly in what looked to be curiosity. (Y/N) mimicked the action as he caught his breath. Eyes still wide, (Y/N) stared at the boy owlishly.The question finally registered in (Y/N)'s head as the boy raised a brow.
"Y-yeah I'm fine!"
(Y/N) stammered. Brushing off the dust, he began to get to his feet. The boy offered a hand to him, making (Y/N) pause. Was it a trap? He wasn't a ghost..
Carefully, (Y/N) took the other boy's hand, shocked as the boy immediately pulled him to his feet.
He was much stronger than (Y/N) had expected.Now on his feet, (Y/N) could see that the boy was certainly tall, with jet black hair that spiked up in an odd way. He was wearing street clothes, like (Y/N), and he looked older by maybe a year? Two years?
(Y/N) glanced away and brushed the dust off the back of his pants."I'm so sorry. I came around the corner too fast- I didn't see y-" The boy began before (Y/N) cut him off.
"No no, it's okay. I shouldn't have just stood there."
The boy chuckled, glancing away. Was he embarrassed? Did I mess up?
"I'm sorry-"
Words spilled from (Y/N)'s lips like oil. The boy held his hands up as if placating a wild animal.
That's an ugly comparison.Interrupting the impromptu apology, the boy chuckled lightly and a spark of jealousy flared up in (Y/N)'s chest, raking its claws against the inside of his ribs.
How wonderful it'd be to have a carefree attitude like that."You shouldn't apologize. I really should've been watching where I was going, really. What are you doing out here this late, though?"
"Oh-"
Well, before the ghost following him decided to break lights, (Y/N) was on a nice, calming, walk.
"I was just.. walking."
He shrugged, glancing away from the boy for a moment."You should be careful. There's been lots of villain activity around here lately."
The boy tilted his head. His hands came down to rest on his hips casually.
"I'm Kuroo.""(Y/N)."
Why do I keep giving out my name to strangers?
A smile crossed the boy- Kuroo's lips and (Y/N) tried to mirror it, though it felt more like he was baring his teeth instead."So are you new around here?"
The question caught (Y/N) off guard. Who asks a stranger that? It seemed like a bizarre first question. But, perhaps this was a very normal question to ask a stranger here.Now uncertain of the bizarreness of the situation, (Y/N) answered slowly.
"Yeah. I just moved here.""Really? You should check out this cafe nearby, it's a fantastic place."
Oh now that was a weird twist of irony. Kuroo chattered on about various places to visit, the best restaurants, bookstores, sightseeing sites in Tokyo, etc. (Y/N) only zoned back in to interject."Uh, that Cafe, are you talking about Sweet Treats Cafe?"
Kuroo's eyes lit up and he tilted his head, smiling in a curious manner.
"Yeah how'd you know?""My uncles own it."
Huffing, Kuroo looked away and covered his mouth. For a brief, and rather uncomfortable, moment, (Y/N) thought Kuroo was mad at him for saying the wrong thing. Then the realisation struck.
Kuroo was laughing, chuckling, really."Figures that a cute girl like you would be related to bakers." Kuroo laughed like his comment made sense.
It stung, being called a girl. (Y/N)'s throat seemed to tighten and he managed to choke out a quiet "I'm a boy."
Grimacing, Kuroo immediately looked to (Y/N), bowing in apology.
"I'm so sorry. I thought- I should've asked- I- really I'm sorry-""It's fine."
Barely paying any mind to Kuroo's apologies, (Y/N) stared down at his clothes, his body. What had betrayed him? Why did Kuroo automatically think he was a girl?An awkward silence fell over them before Kuroo finally broke it, smiling halfheartedly.
"Yknow, if you're ever in Tokyo I'd love for you to see one of my team's matches."What?
(Y/N) glanced up at Kuroo, nodding. Taking another, more analytical, look at Kuroo's jacket, (Y/N) could see that it was displaying some sort of sports team. He subtly read the kanji on the red jacket. Nekoma High?
"Do you play a sport?"
What was it about (Y/N) that made people want to be around him so badly? First the man in the gas station, now this. Why me?
He wasn't exactly a bountiful well of charisma."Yes! I play volleyball."
Putting his hands on his hips, Kuroo stood there proudly, smirking.Maria had tried to get (Y/N) involved in sports before. Maybe having an extracurricular activity would make her not worry as much. Would (Y/N) even be good at sports? Frowning, (Y/N) tilted his head at Kuroo.
"Is it fun?""Volleyball?"
"Yeah."
Pausing, Kuroo thought for a brief moment, nodding.
"I mean, yeah. It can be.""Hm."
(Y/N) glanced off to the side, staring at the road."Are you thinking about joining a team?"
Kuroo's facial expression seemed to shift, becoming more analytical of (Y/N), seeing him not as just a strange boy on the street, but as a possible teammate.Shrugging, (Y/N) briefly glanced at Kuroo before looking away.
"Maybe."After a short silence, Kuroo perked up, seeming to remember something. Taking a piece of paper from his pocket- (Y/N) quickly realized that it was a receipt- and tearing a small piece off, Kuroo quickly scribbled something down with a pen and handed it over.
"Here. Text me if you're ever interested in seeing a game. Our team's really cool."
The paper held Kuroo's number in barely legible writing. Is that an eight or a seven?
"Alright." I guess. The unvoiced thought lingered in (Y/N)'s mind. Why did people just gravitate to him? Why was this teen boy just giving him his number? This hadn't ever happened to him before he moved. Or had it?(Y/N) looked up at Kuroo, a smile naturally falling on his lips. Glancing at what looked like a kid's wristwatch on his wrist, Kuroo jolted, beginning to back away.
"See you 'round (Y/N)!"
As he walked off, (Y/N) only watched, his limbs suddenly heavy with exhaustion. A satisfaction bubbled in (Y/N)'s chest as he himself began walking back to the cafe.Maybe this was just a sign that his bad luck was finally running out.
(A/N)
Not quite happy with this chapter but. Idk it was either rewrite/scrap the whole thing and wait another month or put it out. A finished product is better than no product I guess. Anyway I'm really sad that baldur's gate 3 isn't coming to switch since my only computer is an asthmatic old man that protests running the sims.
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