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title: blocking
Kuroo x reader
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"I can't do it!"
Kuroo let out a loud sigh, rubbing his sweaty forehead before looking down at you. Your bottom lip was jutted out in an attempt to make a cute pouty face.
The rest of your teammates behind you and on the other side of the net where watching, amused.
"It's not my fault you're short," He teased, resting his arm on your head. "You're about the same height as that Hinata kid." You let out a huff and moved away from him, making him stumble over.
Kuroo, well, the whole team, had persuaded you to try and play a game of volleyball since you were Nekoma's assistant manager.
Since you hadn't played since middle school, you had lost some of your skills, especially your blocking.
It wasn't necessarily your skills that were lacking... it was your height.
Kuroo had been trying for the past half an hour to get you to block a single shot, but you were just too short, you could hardly even touch the top of the net when you jumped.
"I'm sure you'll get it!" Lev teased with a grin and a thumbs-up, obviously taunting you. "Shut up you fucking giant, how would you feel if I kicked those kneecaps on those lanky legs of yours in?!"
You went to charge at Lev but you were easily picked up by the collar of your shirt, hanging in the air like an angry ragdoll.
"Put me down, asshole." You demanded, shooting a glare at your boyfriend. He snickered a little watching as you wiggled around.
"Not with this attitude missy, now, you're gonna try and block Yamamoto's spike one more time. Ok?"
You nodded a little, your feet finally hit the floor. "Finally, we can start the game again," Kenma muttered, holding the ball in his hands while staring at the other side of the net.
You shot a glare at him before getting into your position, the sound of the ball exciting you. "3...2...1!" Kuroo exclaimed, jumping up next to you.
You watched as Kuroo's hands towered over the net while your hands only reached a quarter away from the top.
It was like it was in slow motion. As you began to fall to the ground, the spinning ball headed straight for your face.
Your eyes widened, but you didn't have time to react. You let out a loud groan as the ball collided with your face, your body hitting the ground harshly.
You rolled back, laying on the ground on your stomach. "Y/n!" Kuroo was immediately by your side, but you refused to look up.
"Is... is she dead?" You heard Kenma mutter to someone, a snort erupting from someone at his words.
You slowly got up, rubbing your stinging face. Blood dripped down your face as you looked down at the polished wood.
Your face was cupped almost immediately, your teary e/c eyes meeting concerned hazel ones. You wiped the blood from your nose, Kuroo's words were blurred as you focused on the pain stinging in your face.
"Can... Can we do one more jump?" You asked, Kuroo's jaw dropping as he looked around to see if everybody else heard the same thing.
Luckily, everybody's expression was the same as Kuroo's. "Are you crazy?!" Kuroo exclaimed, unable to manage to say anything else.
"Pleasee? Just one more, Tetsu!" You begged, the nickname sending shivers up his spine. "Fine. One more."
You grinned, wiping the blood of your nose, not worried about your nosebleed. "Don't go easy on me, Yamamoto."
Yamamoto nodded, readying himself. You did the same, your eyes focused on the ball, your feet moving back to allow you a runup.
You bent your knees, using all the power in your legs to jump. As you jumped, hands seized on your hips, a surprise startle slipping from your lips.
You were lifted in the air by Kuroo, a sly smirk on his lips. "Block it!" He exclaimed, your hands curving to stop the spike.
A loud smack echoed around the gym as the ball hit on the court, your palms burning from the hit. "YEAH!" Your teammates screamed, your feet landing back on the ground.
"I did it!" You exclaimed, placing a firm kiss on Kuroo's lips as he hands stayed put on your hips. You pulled away and pulled him into a big hug, unable to tear the grin off your face.
You pulled away only to find Kenma fake hurling in the back, a few snickers coming from the rest of the team.
"You did it, shortie!" Lev slapped your back, your eyes shooting knives at him. "White-haired fuck."
