𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 / 𝐈𝐕𝐘 . kuroo tetsurou

01. when we were having sex, yeah

narrator's pov.

"you're literally not slick at all, idiot," you laughed. karasuno's setter sugawara was explaining his horrible advances on a girl from his math class.

"i must be out of my fucking mind thinking i could pull her," he groaned in reply. "that volley captain is definitely out of his mind thinking he could pull you."

"hana doesn't like me," you replied.

"is hana a he?"

you cleared your throat, "oh no, right. you mean kuroo."

"yeah, i mean kuroo, why would i be talking about hana?"

"uh, i don't know," you shrugged, brushing it off.

"pause," sugawara stopped you. "this sounds like the michimiya incident."

"don't let me remember..." you groaned.

"you were so 'over' her that you just so happened to join the volleyball team."

"that wa-"

he interrupted, "aht aht aht, you swore to me in first year that you would never join."

"okay, i get it, but i don't like hana!"

"you don't like hana soooo much that you joined yet another year of volley even though you hate it."

you scoffed, "i just got comfortable with playing, that's all."

"you're a bad liar, y/n. you never join things that you're not the best in," sugawara rolled his eyes, "you are far from best at volleyball."

"you're not nice," you rolled your eyes.

"don't you like that, weirdo?"

"suga!"

"well??"

"well... yeah but you don't have to say it!"

—

last period, chemistry.

kuroo's head rested on his hand while he drew little shapes over his notebook.

snapping him out of his end-of-the-day daze was his teacher's voice announcing the next pair, "kuroo tetsurou and tanaka y/n."

you looked a few rows back from your desk and smiled awkwardly at the tall boy who was walking towards you.

"hi, tanaka," he greeted smugly.

you sighed and smiled, "oh, you."

he sat down next to you, "do you wanna hear a pick up line?"

you popped your gum and shook your head, "not interested, thank you."

"when are you gonna stop rejecting me?" he curled his lips in awkwardly. "it's humiliating."

you let out a small laugh, "it's hardly humiliation when it doesn't affect you at all."

"you're genuinely so mean, you never even talk to me," he frowned.

"your spikes hit me just about every time our teams practice together, that's mean."

"maybe you should work on receiving," he mumbled.

you sucked in a sharp breath, "hmmm, nah, i don't wanna receive anything from you."

"one chance, y/n," he sulked.

"no, i have self respect," you said, "now, do you understand redox properly or do you need me to teach you?"

"you know," he started. you just sighed. "i could teach you to receive properly rather than with your face."

"oh my fucking gosh it was one time! and i hope that wasn't a real offer because you know i hate taking advice from people."

"you let sato teach you everything about volleyball but never the top athlete at this school," kuroo complained. "that's me by the way."

"hana is my team captain, duh? and you're obnoxiously cocky," you remarked.

"me? never."

you opened up your laptop, "plus you call everyone pet names. it's weird."

"i mean, they're fine with it."

"did they say that?"

"when we were having sex, yeah."

you made a grimacing face, "i don't need to know that."

"i'm kidding, i'm a virgin," he said defensively. it sounded like a joke, but you were sure it wasn't.

"your sex life has nothing to do with me."

"not yet," he joked. you smacked the upside his head.

"this is what i mean, you freak."

author's note
get it rewrite!