your promise to me. || haikyu

08

»kuroo«

"What's this?" Aiko turned around and showed me a text on her phone.

Aiko's friend: I didn't know you have tik tok!

Aiko: I don't? 

Aiko's friend: I saw you on my fyp.

There was a link attached and I couldn't help but panic a little. "Uh..." I already knew what the video was going to be. It was a Tik Tok of Bokuto and me doing the address it trend with pictures of Aiko.

"Go ahead, click on it," she pressed, watching me closely. I groaned and clicked on it. She watched me as the Tik Tok played. "And where did you get these pictures? I don't have any social media."

"We took them?" I offered with a shrug. "Some were off your... Onlyfans." I smirked.

She slapped the top of my head. "I didn't give you permission!"

I laughed and dodged another hit of hers. "But look how famous you got!"

"That's not the point," she pointed out as she stared at me, squinting. "Next time, ask me first before posting."

"Hm... We'll see about that," I replied with a wink. She rolled her eyes and turned back in her seat, resting her legs on top of her desk.

I looked over my notes and turned to Yaku to ask him if I could see his notes to compare, but he was pointedly staring at the back of Aiko's head. "Yakkun? What're you doing?"

He picked up his eraser and threw it at her head. "Oi, dummy. Put your legs down! Do you not have any decency? People can see up your skirt!"

She frowned and turned around, rubbing her head. "What're you talking about?" She pouted at him. "There's no one sitting at the left of me. It's a freaking window!"

"Still!" I watched amused at the two of them squabbling.

She set her legs down and leaned closer to him. "Are you insinuating that you wanna look up my skirt, Yakuuu?" She asked him in a suggestive tone.

"WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT?!" Yaku exclaimed, bonking her on the head.

She whined and rubbed her head. "Gee, okay mom. Don't need to be mean about it." She laid herself on top of my desk, blocking part of my notebook. "Kuroo, save me from Yaku's abuse."

"Hm... Only if I could see your notes," I said, holding a hand out for her notebook. I needed to finish my notes now, so I don't have to do them later after practice. She reached over and handed it to me. "Then yeah, sure. I'll be your knight in shining armor."

"Don't encourage her juvenile delinquency," Yaku muttered, going back to what he was doing before.

I laughed and opened her notebook, looking it through then frowned. I placed a hand on her head, saying, "Aiko, these notes are in English."

She turned her head to look and frowned, "Oops... My bad. I'm still not used to writing in kanji yet..."

"Do you even know how to?" I asked.

She scoffed and pursued her lips. "Yes..."

I laughed and ruffled her hair. "I can help and jog your memory." The classroom door opened and Yamamoto sulked his way over to us. "Let me guess, you haven't found one yet?"

He frowned. "No..." He stared down at Aiko until she looked up at him. There was a spark in his eyes and he kneeled down in front of her, grabbing her hands. She sat up straight and looked at him confused. "Would you like to be the boys' volleyball team's manager?"