𝗜 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗬𝗼𝘂 [ Kuroo Tetsurou ]

☆ | Ss2 | 08

"Done," the doctor said, finishing up the bandage on (Y/n)'s ankle.

"Thank you, doc," (Y/n) replied quietly, avoiding eye contact.

"How long do you think she'll need before she can play again?" Kiyoko asked, her hands clasped together, worry evident in her eyes.

"Since the ankle is swollen, she'll likely need about a week and a half. But you heal fast, don't you?" the doctor asked, glancing at (Y/n)'s ankle.

"Yes," (Y/n) answered flatly.

"Thank you, doc," Kiyoko said, bowing politely. She helped (Y/n) to her feet. "Goodbye."

As they exited the room, Kiyoko looked at (Y/n) with concern. "Are you sure you can walk?"

"I'm fine now," (Y/n) gave her a small smile and nodded, trying to put on a brave face as they entered the hall. The referee's whistle blew, signaling the end of the first set: 27-25.

(Y/n) walked toward the team. "I'm sorry," she said, bowing her head with her eyes closed.

"(Y/n)-san, it's okay! Leave it to me," Tanaka said, lifting her up.

(Y/n) looked at him, her smile forced. "Do your best," she said softly.

She sat down on the bench next to Kiyoko and watched as the match between Karasuno and Nekoma continued.

 25-27.

The team had won the second set, and (Y/n) smiled as they cheered, jumping around like kids. She looked over at Kuroo, and their eyes met. She gave him a small smile, feeling a mixture of happiness and sadness.

She handed out water bottles to the boys, her smile still in place, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm proud of you guys," she said, but deep down, she felt a pang of sadness she couldn't shake.

"(Y/n)," Suga said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. Just leave this to us." His smile was warm, and the rest of the team stood behind him, offering their support.

"I'm sorry for not telling you earlier. Do your best," (Y/n) said, her eyes closing as she gave them a soft smile.

"Karasuno..."

"FIGHT!" the team shouted in unison, their energy filling the room.

The ball hit the ground, and the audience fell silent. "(Did...?)" (Y/n)'s eyes widened in disbelief. "We?" She stood up, watching the referee as he blew the whistle.

"Karasuno wins the match!" the referee announced.

"YOSHAAAAA!" the boys shouted, and (Y/n) stood there, a proud smile spreading across her face. She walked toward Yamaguchi. "Thank you so much for the game," she said, bowing deeply. After shaking hands with the team, she approached Kuroo last.

"Hubby," she smiled at him, and without warning, Kuroo pulled her by the wrist into an embrace.

"You made me worried!" he said, his voice tinged with concern.

"I'm sorry," (Y/n) murmured, burying her face in his chest. She looked up at him with a small smile. "You did a good job."

On the sidelines, Usui scowled. "That brat is hugging my cutie pie!" he muttered under his breath, clearly upset. He clenched his fist, ready to break the camera, but stopped himself. "I won't forgive him."

Saeko, watching the scene unfold, grinned and clapped her hands. She could see Usui's jealousy.

"(Y/n), are you sure you can walk?" Tsukki asked, his voice full of concern as he noticed her walking toward him.

"I'm fine. It's just sad I can't play with you guys," (Y/n) replied, offering a small, helpless smile.

Tsukki sighed deeply.

"Pumpkin!" Kuroo called, backhugging her from behind, nuzzling his face against the crook of her neck. "See you later, (Y/n)," he said, but Tsukki shot him a death glare before leaving.

Before (Y/n) could call out to him, Tsukki had already gone.

"What's wrong?" (Y/n) asked softly, turning around to face Kuroo.

Kuroo gently kissed her forehead. "I just wanted to kiss you, that's all," he said, his voice soft as he wrapped her in a hug.

"Is that so?" (Y/n) smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist.

From the sidelines, Usui's eyes darkened as he glared at the pair. "This is too much!" he muttered, feeling the urge to drag (Y/n) away from Kuroo.

"Cutie pie, do you know that brat?" Usui asked himself, his tone harsh.

"Huh?" Yachi suddenly squeaked, noticing Usui's anger. "I-I'm sorry!" She bowed repeatedly, terrified of his glare.

Usui sighed, his anger dissipating as he facepalmed. "No, I should be the one apologizing," he muttered, his gaze softening.

"It's okay," Yachi said, looking up at him. "Do you need something?"

Usui paused for a moment, then smiled. "I was just about to ask if you're okay?"

"I'm fine, and please excuse me," she replied, giving him a small smile before walking away.

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