Jacket. Kuroo x Reader

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i looked up at him with a smile, his stupid hair, his dumb laugh, i loved him. every single bit of him.

it was cold out so he told me to wear his jacket, he said i was short and frail so i '𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺'

i just laughed and put on his jacket, the strong red material was heavy. it smelled like him, it was hard to pinpoint the scent, cinnamon maybe? maybe lavender or vanilla??

i felt him nudge me and i looked up at him, my stomach churned. his smile grew when he saw me look up at him.

'𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵' he insults and puts his arm around my shoulder

'𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴' he laughs

his laugh was different then the vibe he gave off to other people. it was loud and obnoxious, it was the same laugh he had as a kid.

𝘐𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦...

the december lights brightened up his face and eyes, his eyes...

not quite brown but not quite gold, they were beautiful. even his stupid hair that stuck out in all different directions.. it made me smile.

at my doorstep he stopped me, asking if he could 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. i turned around and looked at him.
i was closer to his height due to being a couple steps ahead of him.

even with his cool demeanor he seemed nervous now, he didn't have his small intimidating smirk, but he had a nervous look on his face.

i looked at him confused.

'𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?' i let the question quietly leave my lips. he stepped closer to me.

i felt the heat rise to my cheeks for the first time that whole walk; i was warm finally.

his chapped lips crashed into mine.
"𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶..."

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nothing changed at school, he still walked with me and kenma every morning.
he still let me borrow his jacket from time to time
he still gave me his attention even when he was on the court.

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥...

i walked into the gym and felt insecure, there was a girl there, she was gorgeous... all the boy's attention was drawn towards her.

all accept for kenma, he was too busy with his game. i slowly walked over to him, i tried not to draw attention to myself.

as i sat down next to him, i sighed.

"she's a third year who needs to join a club.." kenma said quietly, i looked at him then back at her.

i felt my heart ache

even 𝘩𝘪𝘴 eyes were on her...

every move she made, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 eyes were on her.

her long brown hair and dark blew eyes certainly was a sight to see...

"she's a transfer from france or something..." kenma added on.

as their practice went on 𝘩𝘦 still looked at her

𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

the walk home was quiet, the noise of kenma's game and the footsteps was the only thing i could hear.