join us | kuroo x reader x bokuto | short story

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The ongoing cheers of the crowd ignite a fire within the court, the echoing sound of skin hitting faux leather, and sneakers causing friction against the polished gym floor. The room feels suffocatingly humid, maybe it is a mixture of all the people yelling and speaking, as well as the heat radiating from the exhausted boys battling in the court. You have no clue, but what is there to dwell on when you have a front-row seat to an army of extremely attractive boys.

Let's be real, volleyball games are not always about who wins.

To be honest, despite your older brother enthusiastically battling the opposing team, your eyes have no stayed on him for long. You, of course, are here to fully support your brother, but to say volleyball is something you want to sit and watch for who knows how long would be a big lie. Just because the sport is something your brother wholeheartedly worships, it does not exactly mean you have the same level of passion for it.

The only thing that makes this game somewhat bearable is the fact that in the end, you get to see your favorite captain, but also your biggest secret. To put sentences short, you are fucking your brother's enemy. It was not planned at all, in fact, you cannot quite remember just how it became an ongoing cycle of sneaking out to meet the rooster-haired creep, nonetheless, the rooster-haired creep your brother would never want you hanging around. Let alone spreading your legs for.

The whistle blows, sounding that there would be a quick intermission and thank whatever entity stands above for that. The over-sized volleyball jersey with a large number one in the center is a dead giveaway of who you are supporting this game, as well as the embarrassing sign he forced into your palms that reads 'My Brother is #1' in big green, bold letters. Safe to say the fangirls cheering from the crowd know exactly who you are and your relationship with the Nohebi captain.

"So, how did I look?" His lips curl into that cocky grin he often sports, and even when you hand him a cold bottle of water, that snobby smirk remains present while he gulps down the refreshment.

You lie, of course, "Great!" You had hardly paid attention after the first half-hour of sitting, "Panic looks good on you." Your brother is easy to please, all you have to do is feed his ego. Will you do that? Absolutely not. Though you have the decency to sit and cheer him on at the very least, you know it means more than anything to Suguru for him to see his little sister in the crowd watching him. Even if she may not always be so enthusiastic, he appreciates the gesture.

The buzzing of your phone is what interrupts your train of thought, Suguru mouthing off about how he was not panicking but simply focused, you know the truth. A fresh message appears on your screen with a female alias, while it may appear as just a girlfriend texting... you know there is more than meets the eye. Behind the false name is your favorite secret, a silent cahoot that goes back and forth.

And you are more than eager to read what your favorite captain is buzzing you about.

"I need to go to the bathroom," You are vague, not owing any explanation to the serpent in front of you, "I'll be back before the game starts." There are no promises to your words when Kuroo messages you... there is more than just a few minutes of your time on the line.

The journey to the bathroom is nothing short of suspenseful, the eagerness of wanting to know what is brewing within your private messages with your boyfriend eating you alive. Every step you take towards the women's restroom feels like a million and one miles of worthless running. The room is empty, not a soul in sight. There is only one objective, and that is to make yourself comfortable within the furthest stall to the door.

Babe: Hey, doll~

The flirty message is enclosed with a heart emoji, and despite nothing being suggested by the comment, you can feel something within the depths of your abdomen igniting. You type and delete your response multiple times, unsure of what reaction you are aiming to receive. Finally, you settle on a simple greeting, a bland 'Hey, cutie' without much spice to it.