"Kuroo..."
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That morning, M/n woke up feeling groggier than usual. After 5 long minutes of struggling, he finally got off the bed and rolled onto the floor where he laid shirtless for the next 10 minutes. When he finally got up to go into the shower, he slipped and fell on his butt, groaning loudly as the sound echoed throughout the house. He could hear faint talking coming from downstairs but it didn't bother him as he went in the bathroom to take a shower.
After about an hour, m/n finally went downstairs wearing an oversized black hoodie and sweatpants, hearing his mother, father and someone else talking in the living room. He shrugged it off as he walked to the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bread and shoving it into his mouth. Grabbing a cup of coffee, he walked back to the stairs, wanting to go back into his room.
"M/n? You here, sweetie?" his mother asked. He stopped and turned around with a smile on his face.
"Yes, mother," he chuckled awkwardly before turning around to be met with his mother crossing her arms and tapping his foot on the floor impatiently.
"Come here," she said and pulled him by his arm.
"Wait-- mom! My coffee!" he exclaimed before taking a sip and setting it down on a table before following his mother into the living room.
"Ah, I knew I heard you coming down the stairs. Meet Konoha-kun, he's going to be the one who helps you with composing your songs," his father said as he gestured to a male with medium length dirty blonde hair with narrow eyes.
"Oh- I know you! We met at the volleyball training camp, remember?" m/n asked as he stuck his hand out for a shake. Konoha smiled and shook hands with him and nodded.
"Yeah, you're the model that Akaashi and Bokuto always talk about, huh? I'm honoured that you would remember me," Konoha smiled and scratched the back of his head nervously.
"Oh don't be like that, I always try to remember all my friends' names," M/n smiled and looked at back at his mother, "So Konoha-kun is gonna be helping me?"
"Yep, hope you don't mind though," Konoha chuckled softly and scratched the back of his head.
"Of course I don't mind! Lets go to my room to discuss," M/n smiled and gestured for Konoha to follow him.
"Sure, sure," Konoha smiled and followed M/n upstairs to his room.
Inside, it was still clean but had a few unfolded clothes poking out of the closet. M/n chuckled awkwardly and shoved his clothes back into the closet before asking Konoha to sit down on his bed.
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A few hours pass of them bonding through music and volleyball while Konoha composes a new song and m/n continued to write the song he had previously planned to.
A sudden knock on the door alarmed both of them as they stopped what they did. M/n went to open the door to see his mother smiling her signature motherly, cheeky smile.
"What's up, mum?" M/n asked as he opened the door widely as Konoha leaned back into the chair he sat and peeked under m/n's arm.
"Oh, Kuroo came by and said he wanted to talk to you," his mother said and flashed a soft smile.The thought of Kuroo ever coming over again never crossed his mind. A lump formed in his throat as he flashed a weary smile. Konoha on the other hand jumped up from his seat and wrapped his arm around m/n's shoulders and smiled.
"Thanks for informing, Mrs. L/n, me and m/n will be down in a sec," Konoha smiled as m/n's mother nodded and went back downstairs. M/n heaved a loud sigh and looked back at Konoha with a smile.
"Thank you, Konoha-kun, " M/n smiled and grabbed a white button down shirt, slipping it over his hoodie and sighed.
"No problem, I heard from Akaashi about what happened with you and Kuroo, " Konoha said as he scratched the back of his head
"Wow, word sure does fly, huh," he chuckled softly before walking out of his room, Konoha following behind him.
"Yeah..." Konoha chuckled along as they continued down the stairs, meeting Kuroo who was casually talking with m/n's father.
"Ah, there you are, honey," M/n's mother smiled as Kuroo's head shot towards the stairs seeing the model walk down with his hands in his pockets.
Kuroo felt his heart skip a beat, seeing m/n again, feeling butterflies all over again. His eyes shifted to the person behind m/n, immediately this heart dropped. He winced slightly and cleared his throat before Konoha walked into the kitchen to help m/n's mother with fixing up lunch.
"Hey," M/n bit his lip as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"Hey, let's... talk privately," Kuroo said as M/n nodded and brought him upstairs, to the small soundproof studio.╔────── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚.──────╗
"So what brings you here?" The model leaned his back on the foam wall as Kuroo looked around, taking in the room. He looked back at his former lover and sighed.
"Just hear me out, okay?" Kuroo asked, as m/n nodded in response before looking down at his feet, listening to what Kuroo had to say.
"I just wanted to apologise... what I did wasn't mature of me, I dont ask for your forgiveness. I just wish you a happy life with the person you love... even if the person you love isnt me, I didnt mean to hurt you... sorry I took you for granted..."
Kuroo stopped, biting his lip before continuing, "Sorry I couldn't be strong enough. I'm sorry I left you and everything we had. I dont deserve you, you're not gonna be happy with me, thank you for accepting me, loving me for the past few months,"
Kuroo lift his head to see m/n covering his moth as tears streamed down his cheeks. Kuroo pursued his lips before relieving a soft chuckle as tears ran down his face. The two stood in silence as the soundproof space was filled with hiccups and soft sobs.
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"Thanks for making time for me, I'll see you," Kuroo flashed a smile as he was about to depart but was stopped as m/n clutched his sleeve softly.
"Thank you... Kuroo-San..." M/n said as he flashed a sad smile before letting the tall black haired male go.
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Reckless - Kuroo Tetsurou
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