Blade~{Kuroo x reader}

9

AN: The coffee shop scene to the end of the chapter was written by my friend TrashyRandomBooknerd . Go check out her account. She don't have any storys thou😒. But follow her anyway to see any story's I may or may not write on her page😏 hope you enjoyed. Byeeeee✌️!

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It's been two weeks since Blake told me he was moving to America. i've learned to cook pretty simple things and im still looking for a job. school is still going okay. i went to the doctor and got some anti-depression pill without anyone knowing. the pills have helped a bit, i can act happy at school and hang with friends. i still dont go to the boys practices for many reasons. i have two weeks till the house and car are mine so i need to get money fast. i was thinking of getting a roommate to help with rent.
My feeling towards Kuroo have left me dumbfound. do i like him or is it just a friendly thing, i dont know.
i was walking around a area near my apartment when i found a cafe that had a sign that said 'need new employees'. "Yesss!" I pump my fist into the air and walk in to check it out.
I opened the door and the bell at the top chimed. *buzz**buzz* I felt my phone go off and I pulled it out of my pocket.
To:(y/n)
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!!??! Are you hanging out with the cat boys again?!
But only of course it was Blake being the brother he is.
I smirked and ignored it, walking to the front counter. An annoyed looking blonde bean-pole stood behind the counter.
"Sup French-fry" I lean on the counter.
"Tch. Speak yourself Shortie," Tsukki retorted.
I pulled back acting hurt. "Why so mean, Bean-pole?" I asked sarcastically.
"Not my fault you were born a midget. Why are you here anyways?"
"I saw the 'Help Wanted' sign and came in here for an application and it seems like they need it considering you're here," I answered. He glared at me as I said it.
Just as I finished talking, Yamaguchi came from the back balancing three trays with assorted scones, coffees, and tea.
He was wearing the cutest little half apron that was almost falling off and his face was contorted in concentration. As he took a step forward, the tray in his left hand started to wobble. Since Mr. Salty Cashier made no move to help, I stepped forward and steadied the tray for him. Yamaguchi looked up startled then soon a smile grew on his face.
"(Y/n)! So nice to see you here!"
"Good to see you too Yams," I smiled back.
"So, are you here for an application, or are you here to flirt?" Tsukki interrupted.
Yams blushed and looked away and I ripped the papers out of Mr. Know-It-All's hand.
"Is it a crime to have a conversation?" I asked.
"Must be," Yamaguchi muttered under his breath as he walked away.
"Have a great day!" I waved sarcastically to Tsukki and walked out the door.
*buzz*buzz*
I glanced at my phone and saw a few new messages from Blake. Shit, I thought to myself, I wasn't paying attention in the cafe and I forgot to tell Blake where I was. Man, was he going to be pissed.
As I jogged home I thought back to the cafe. Oh yeah. I reached back and grabbed the crumpled application papers from my backpack and stopped to smooth them out on my leg. Dang, my legs are as big as ever. Skipping lunch tomorrow, I never eat breakfast anyways.
As I continued to walk home I read over the application. Five pages total, great. I had no idea how I was going to balance school, homework, my sad life ha ha yeah right, and a job, if I got in, but over course there's the chance I wouldn't get hired.

~Time Skip~

It was 9:00. I was sitting next to my brother slurping down my ramen, not caring that it was burning my tongue in the process.
"So, am I just supposed to forget the fact that you came home late, or do you want to talk about it? And don't you dare say you were hanging out with Sophia because I know that she had Student Council stuff until late."
"I wasn't doing anything shady alright! I don't understand why you think that. You should be glad that I'm not like most girls; going out partying late at night with friends, out getting drunk, sending nudes. You don't have to know every single thing that happens in my life!" I shouted as I put down my bowl, "I know you're only trying to protect me but I'm not 12 anymore!" I yelled just before I slammed my door and locked it.
I slumped against the door behind me. He just doesn't understand. Just like he didn't understand Sis.
I went to bed early, still wearing my clothes from earlier in the day. Why do I have to make a big deal out of everything. I should have just told him that I was out looking for a job, then he would have been proud of me. At least until I don't get accepted, that'll be fun to tell him.
God, the application. I have no idea how I'm going to fill that out. I can image the interview already. I sit down in a tacky dress with my hair done up with too much makeup on, looking like a clown. Then the manager will say, "This is by far one of the worst applications I have ever seen. Why do you even try?" I will sit there with no answer, trying to hold back my tears so he can finish judging me and so I can go home.
Go home and tell my brother how much of a failure I am. How I am even more of a disgrace than ever. How I let everyone down.