"At that moment that he realized, he had fallen head over heels for a fox that he could never have".
Kimiko Udai was intelligent, beautiful, and talented; practically the perfect formula for the target of others' envy and hatred. After spending most...
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"So want to explain why the hell you're wearing those skimpy shorts while walking alone this late?"
Kimiko gave him a weird look. That was the first thing he asks? She was rather offended at how he labeled her volleyball uniform skimpy but didn't think much of it. "I was in a rush and forgot to change out. Plus, I was going to head straight to the train station to get home before that man came along", she responded casually.
"Why are you having practice in Tokyo? Don't you go to Karasuno?" He questioned, frowning at the sight of her scraped knees as he helped her up.
"I got invited onto a girl's team", she smiled sheepishly, turning towards the road. "But what should we do about him?" She gestured toward the man with his back sliced against the wall.
Kuroo narrowed his eyes, deciding it would be better to leave the man there. "Just leave the scumbag there, the police will deal with him", he grumbled.
"And what about your hand, is it ok? I'll come with you to get it treated", Kimiko said, her voice laced with nothing but concern.
Kuroo only shook his head explaining that his knuckles weren't as bad as they looked and that most of the blood had already dried up.
Shrugging off his jacket, he bent down slightly to wrapped it over her small frame despite her protests, zipping it up to her chin. He leaned back and chuckled at how his jacket almost reached her knee caps, thinking that she looked absolutely adorable. It bothered him how short the shorts were and the thought of other guys oogling over her with their saucer eyes didn't sit well with him.
Pulling her closer, he offered to walk to the station with her, which she gladly accepted. As they walked, Kuroo couldn't stop his thoughts from drifting towards their kiss. Everything about it made him yearn for a repeat, from the softness of her lips to the enticing taste that he got a whiff of. From the moment his lips connected with hers, it was like a bolt of electricity jolted through every fiber of his being. What little restraint he had shattered and even her slightest movements tempted him in ways nothing else could: the way she gasped, how she squirmed in his arms, her flushed skin.
"TOOOT!"
The train whistle blared loudly signaling that they've reached the station sooner than expected, much to Kuroo's displeasure. Kimiko hesitantly turned back to the boy before leaving. In the midst of things, she had forgotten to thank him for helping her out back there with the man. She wasn't sure if she could've fended him off by herself once his knife was in play.
She motioned for Kuroo to move closer, bowing his head down slightly.
"Thank you for helping me Tetsuro", she whispered earnestly to the blocker, giving him a quick peck on the nose.
