"Once summer ends, I'll be starting high school there", the tall, handsome Kuroo says, smiling gently.
Staring blankly at him, I try to process the words that he had just spoken. "W-wait," I begin slowly, "you mean..you're going to be a high school first year?"
Kuroo laughs lightly, and scratches the back of his head with his left hand. "Yeah, seems like it, huh?" It's faint, but I can see a light shade of pink dusted on his cheeks.
"O-oh!," I stutter, trying my best to ease the newly formed tension. "That's not a bad thing! Not in the least!! That's actually really, really great news!! It's just–I honestly thought you were much older, that's why I was so shocked!" Cue the nervous laughter and awkward smile.
Kuroo looks a bit more calm now. "Really? You thought I was older?", he seems almost happy saying this.
I lean my left arm on the table once again, chin resting in my hand, and pick my spoon up with my right hand. Gathering a nice spoonful of ice cream, I say "yeah. You seem really mature and cool, and you're way taller than I am". I give a kind smile, and eat the big spoonful of ice cream.
He looks kind of happy about that, huh? Well, he's cute when he's happy, so I'm not complaining.
"Ah! There you are!", a loud, a familiar voice says from across the room. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"
I stand up in shock, which makes Kuroo look at the person talking to me. "Mom, how'd you—", I was at such a loss for words, I didn't know what I should tell her, "I thought I was lost forever! I have no idea how to get home!"
My mom walks over to me and pats my head lightly. "Okay," she says happily, "I think it's time we get you a real phone, don't cha think?" She giggles at my excited reaction, then turns to Kuroo and bows. "Thank you for taking care of my daughter. Who might you be?"
Kuroo stands up confidently and replies. "My name is Kuroo Tetsurou. It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am." He smiles gently, which makes my cheeks turn pink.
My mom glances at me quickly, then looks back to Kuroo and says "oh, a gentleman~ It's very nice to meet you as well, Kuroo-kun." She reaches into her purse to pull out a pen and a notebook, writes something down, and hands the piece of paper to Kuroo. "That is our number, address, and contact information", she says cheerfully. "If you and my daughter want to talk more, or see each other again soon, please feel free to drop by whenever, okay?"
Kuroo takes the paper from my mom, smiles widely, and says "th-thank you so much, ma'am! I will definitely stop by soon!" He bows deeply to her, then stands straight up, grinning like a child who just received the biggest lollipop in the world.
"Well, Kuroo-kun," my mom grabs my hand gently and pulls me out of the booth, "I think it's about time (f/n) and I go home. Say goodbye to your friend, hun." She said this with a very suggestive look on her face.
Um?? What was that look for? Like, yes, he's attractive, but mom, why?? I hope she doesn't try to play matchmaker again...I hate when she does that...
I bow lightly to Kuroo, saying goodbye, exchanges smiles and blushes. Just before I exit the shop, I turn my head to see Kuroo staring at the little piece of paper in his hands. Aw, he looks so happy..I hope that means he'll call me soon.
Mom and I walk home together talking about our day, laughing about all the silly things that happened, and trying to memorize our home area. As it turns out, my house happens to be three streets away from that cute little ice cream shop.
I guess that'll be our little hang out place from now on? I think to myself as I walk into my house. It's kind of late, but I would be really happy if he called me tonight...
I take off my shoes, set them to the side of our front hallway, and walk upstairs to my room in a daze.
My mom calls up to me as I reach my bedroom door, "Hun, I'll call you down when dinner's ready, so don't fall asleep just yet!"
I smile upon hearing this. "I bet mom is super excited to use her new kitchen!", I say quietly, giggling to myself. "Okay, I won't! Thank you!", I yell back down to her.
I enter my room and close the door behind me, walking to my bed to lie down. I pull out my iPod and go on Instagram. The only content I have on my Instagram feed is anime related pictures and volleyball related pictures: my two favorite things.
My older brother used to play volleyball in school; he played it his whole life, pretty much. He's 8 years older than me, so by the time he graduated high school, I was in my second-to-last year of elementary school. My brother is in college now, and he lives in the dorms there, so I don't get to see him much anymore.
As I get lost in memory lane, my mom yells up, "(F/n), dinner time! Come down, okay?" I quickly put my iPod on my dresser, leaving it there while I eat, and run downstairs.
"Wow, looks great!", I yell excitedly. "Hey, what time is dad coming home?", I ask curiously.
My mom looks at the clock on the wall above the sink. She studies it for a moment, then says "he should be home around 11:00 pm..?"
"Okay," I mumble, "I'll make him a plate of food before I eat it all." I hum as I put food on a plate for dad.
After getting the plate ready for my dad, mom places it in the microwave and puts a sticky note on the door of it saying "babe, (f/n) made you a plate of food. I hope you like it!♡" Mom and I sit down to eat, have a light conversation, then we finish dinner in no time.
Once I help mom clean up, I go back to my room, and I hear a soft buzzing sound from my iPod; I got a message from an unknown number. All it said was "I had fun today. Tell your mom thanks for the contact info. BTW, when can I see you again? –The guy who nearly killed you with a volleyball this afternoon."

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All I've Ever Wanted (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)
FanfictionI lived a quiet, simple life before I came to Tokyo. However, once I moved, my quiet life was over. Although, I don't think that such a bad thing; especially after meeting him... (Art and original Haikyuu!! characters are not mine.)