Parlay || Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Chapter 3: Cute

Honestly, Kuroo dreaded 2:00 pm every Tuesday and Thursday. His lecture was two and a half hours long, and it was in one of the school's bigger lecture halls, meaning he spent two days a week sitting at an itty bitty desk in an overcrowded lecture hall. It was always hot and muggy, and there's always that one guy that you can smell three rows back. It honestly can't be that hard to take a shower once a while, right? Personal hygiene. What a concept!

'Before making assumptions about a person who smells - like thinking they don't shower - consider their living situation and the fact that not everyone has access to--' A memory from a conversation with Bokuto flashed through his mind. He begged the Bokuto that lived inside his head to please shut his piehole.

In retrospect, he really should have taken an easier class, but no. His academic advisor had strongly advised against taking an easier class to fulfill this requirement because it wouldn't 'enrich his academic talents.' He could just hear his teammate's irritating tone.

"Don't worry, Tetsu-Chan! It'll be a good challenge for you!"

'Good challenge' his ass. He really had to stop trusting other people's judgement.

Despite his admitted hatred for his 2:00 lecture, at least he and Bokuto got to chat beforehand. The frat boy had a class at the same time: Women and Politics in Continental America. According to him, so long as you did your work and 'are at least a somewhat decent person,' the class was relatively easy to get a quality grade in. So while Kuroo was dreading the next two and a half hours of his life he'll never get back, Bokuto could talk Kuroo's ear off about his "Owlets" without a care in the world, that bastard.

"Bruh, they're so cute! We played freeze tag for warm ups today 'cuz they've been good all week and, man, little kids are hella fast!" Kuroo cracked a smile at that. Bokuto loved both volleyball and kids, so when he started working as a youth instructor at the sports center, the guy was living his best life. About halfway through hearing a story about the Owlets dogpiling on Bokuto, Kuroo heard a group of girls giggling a little further down the hallway.

There he saw Kenma's cute girlfriend making an exaggerated sad face. Her surrounding girlfriends were half laughing and half consoling her. They patted her back and he could vaguely hear 'next time, next time!' and '--boba right after?'

As they got closer, he heard one of the girls chime in, "Hold on, we can't go right after. That guest speaker for Native American Lit. is speaking in Ballroom One at six."

"Oh yeah... After that, then?" another girl offered.

(Y/N) shook her head, "I promised I'd pick up a shift at Chisai at 5:30," she told them apologetically. Her friends collectively booed as Kuroo pushed off the wall he was leaning against.

"I'll see you at practice, man." Bokuto paused his story. They gave each other a bro-nod in farewell.

"Okay, ttyl."

Kuroo halted in his tracks, "...did you just say ttyl out loud?"

"It's easier that way. My kids like it!"

"They're nine, Kou, they like everything you do."

"Nine is a very enriched age and it's important that we don't undermine the abilities of--"

"Whoops, gotta go!" Kuroo speed walked in the direction of the group of girls. Bokuto went out of his way to stay "woke" - his words, not Kuroo's - and it made him a great guy, but Kuroo could only handle so much social consciousness. (Y/N) noticed him before he reached them.

"Oh, Kuroo-san! You have a class in this building?" For someone he'd met only once before, she looked happier to see him than a lot of people normally would. Did she look at everyone like that?