The One That Got Away || K. Tsukishima

fifteen

"I-I don't think I can answer that demand Kei." You say looking away and he frowns a bit. Realising a soft sigh he continues to dry your hair.

"It's okay, I understand." He says and you smile at him, you mentally thank him for being understanding.

"(Y/N)?" He says as he continues to ruffle your hair from the roots to the end.

"Hmm?"

"Do- no, what's your relationship with Kuroo?" He asks you look at him with curios eyes.

"He's my boss." You say and he squints, unsatisfied with your answer.

"Doesn't he act weird around you? Or like say weird things around you." He says and your eyes trail to your side, he watches you from the mirror trying to understand your body language.

"Well, he keeps on saying that 'he isn't my boyfriend yet', he takes care of me when I'm sick, bring me lunch or take me out to dinner sometimes." You say and he gives you a defeated look, he doesn't look too happy with Kuroo's doing he hates that fact that Kuroo is one step ahead of him.

"Well lets say, he takes you to a date and then he asks you to be his girlfriend what would you say?" He asks grabbing the brush from the vanity, and he brushes your hair.

"Well he already asked that," You pause to see his reaction, his eyes widened mouth slightly agape. "He asked for a week to prove himself." You say and his surprised expression looks at your confused eyes.

"S-so how's he d-doing?" He stutters and you shrug your shoulders at him.

"Kei if you keep the blower in one spot my hair's going to be deep fried." You say and he breaks out of trance unplugging the dryer from the socket, he brushes your hair.

"Well to answer your question, he is proving himself really good." You say and he squints his eyes. The thought of you walking down the aisle in his grip and Keiko calling Kuroo papa or dad, is something he doesn't want to happen.

"Well tell him I'm not losing to him, because I'm also going to win a place to your heart!" He says and you smile at him, and he smiles back.

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"To think that this day would come, huh?" The voice says leaning in front of the car with crossed arms.

"Yahaba couldn't do it, I have to take matters to my own hands." She says and he scoffs rolling his eyes, uncrossing his arms and removing his sunglasses.

"It's the middle of the fucking night and your wearing glasses, really?" She clicks her tongue and he snickers.

"Do you understand fashion?' He defends himself.

"I do understand fashion, it's just that what dumb fuck decides to wear sun glasses at night?" She says and he sighs in defeat. He walks to the back of the car and opens the trunk.

"Here, it's fully loaded." He throws her a suitcase and she catches it with a grunt.

"Your not supposed to throw heavy things to a girl." She says standing up while holding the heavy suitcase.

"Well sudden news sweetheart, I don't give a flying fuck if your weak." He says closing the trunk and she rolls her eyes.

"Where's the cash?" He asks.

"Let me check this if its legitimate." She says and he cocks a brow leaning into the back door of the car.

She opens the suitcase, inside are two guns both fully loaded as he said. She grabs one in he hand and tests it's weight.