Kuroo x reader (HAIKYU FANFIC)

10

*very unedited- I haven't even proof read it but I need to update so quick filler chapter*

As the training camp came to an end, y/n helped by doing simple acts like refilling the water bottles while the others played in the last match. She carried as many as she could, trudging back and fourth multiple times—her legs were about to give out on her.

She let her Spotify playlist blast in her ears, focusing on not dropping the mounts of bottles in her hands. This morning she hadn't helped kageyama and Hinata with their revision because they had devised a plan to evade her and she didn't have the energy to chase after them.

'The callous skin on my hands is cracking, if our love ends—would that be a bad thing?'

..

"Y/N, do you have everything?" Daichi asks, loading the last of his bags into the under compartment of the bus. The girl nods, she'd been rather quiet today—nodding along or just simply sitting there idly. It's not like she was avoiding anyone, she was just having one of those days.

With every mistake she had made—little or not, her brain kept repeating itself, that everything that was going wrong was because of her weight: her calories, her thighs, her body.

Y/N looked around for the other managers, noticing them in a small huddle not too far away. She walks over, mustering up the realest fake smile that she can and making herself known to the group.

"Y/N! Wherever you been today girl, we couldn't find you at lunch or inbetween matches!"

"Sorry, my bad.."

"Atleast you've came over to say bye," one girl teases. Y/N can't distinguish which manager, she doesn't feel in her body right now. As if her thoughts and actions aren't her own.

"Yeah of course, I'm gonna miss you guys." She replies, a genuine smile forming on her face. Y/N almost always enjoyed being around these girls, who knew how to cheer her up. Almost always. When she found herself having a bad body day, like today, the only thing she could focus on is how skinny they look. How thin their legs are. The way they seem to glow so effortlessly.

"Aw we will miss you too! we have to go shopping or something, k?"

She nods along, giving a final hug and wave to her friends as they get onto their coach. From the corner of her eye she spots some of the Nekoma boys waving her over— Kai, specifically.

Since earlier on in the week she'd spoke to him a good handful of times, and she strangely enjoyed his company.

"Y/N, can I get your number?" Kai asks without any hesitation, holding his phone out and bowing slightly at the girl. The girl who stands frozen for a good moment or two before she takes his phone into hand and lets out a small laugh.

"Sure,"

Behind Kai stands kuroo and kenma—both stood watching the situation. When she's done and handing the phone back, she turns to them and smiles. She tries to avoid kuroos gaze, feeling as if her cheeks are on fire.

She wanted him to ask for her number—not Kai, not kenma-well, maybe kenma. But no, she wanted kuroos number. Was she about to ask for it? No—Hell no.

"Well done on winning the last match guys. Your setter dump was amazing kenma,"

He nods appropriately at her, his eyes roaming her figure. He couldn't help it— he was observant. He took note on the way her eyes seemed unwilling to shift onto his taller friend, and how the way she stood might have been to make herself appear smaller, shorter even.

Kiyoko comes up from behind the h/c girl, gently patting her shoulder and guiding her back to their bus. "Oh, I'll see you then. Bye,"

"U-uh bye y/n, see you next time."
"Bye."

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Kuroo hated himself. He regretted not asking for her number, snapchat, instagram—anything! He sat crouched over on himself at the end of kenmas bed. The pudding head played his games, ignoring the obvious distress of the older male.

"You had a chance to ask, it's your own fault for not doing it." He mutters, killing some monster on some new release of an old game.

"Kenmaaa- don't be mean. You know how I get, I'm science smart not girl smart. Fuck—when's the next training camp with Karasuno?"

"How would I know."

The black haired male sighs, pushing his head back against the cold wall. "I'll get her number next time, I'll make sure of it."

".." kenma stays silent, trying not to laugh at his friends stupidity. Why not just ask him for it? He knows he probably wouldn't give it anyway, but couldn't help himself from wanting to watch Kuroo beg him for it.

..

"So, that was the first proper training camp we've been to in a while—and our first one with y/n attending as our 2nd manager. As a whole we have many different techniques that need work, but this was a good thing for you all to experience. Next time we will try harder and win more games, got it?"

Coach Ukai crosses his arms, standing before the volleyball team. It's rather late by now, but everyone remains in their school gym sat on the floor listening to the speech. Kiyoko and y/n both say goodbye the team and give their welldones before leaving. Leaving close to eachother, they walk in a quiet, comfortable silence until they reach their houses.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Kiyoko-San. Goodnight,"

"Goodnight y/n."

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10.11.24
damn that took me ages to update 😟
this one's not good I'll be honest so I'll make sure to up my game for the next chapter, thanks to anyone reading this ‼️