𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 / 𝐈𝐕𝐘 . kuroo tetsurou

02. stop shutting me down

narrator's pov.

"why aren't you helping me?" you rested your head on your hand, sulking.

"you said you got this," tetsurou replied, setting a volleyball up straight and catching it.

you glared at him, "kuroo, if you don't drop that ball and help me with this presentation i swear-"

he let the ball fall down without catching it this time. it hit the side of your head and before it hit his bed, you caught it.

with an angry expression, you threw the ball at his crotch area, "fuck you, kuroo."

"Y/N!" he yelled, catching it just in time, "you said to drop it!"

"um, i meant on the ground? comprehension please??" you scoffed.

" okay, well, what're we up to now?" he leaned over your shoulder, staring at a document on your laptop. could he get any closer?

you turned your head to face him, "have you ever heard of personal space?"

"no, have you ever heard of liminal space?"

"what does that have to do with anything?" you pushed him back lightly.

he went back to working on the textbook next to you, flipping the page over a few times to get on the right one. "that shit like... alters time."

his finger grazed against the textbook, underlining the words he was reading. you raised an eyebrow, "i think that's the main point of it being liminal space."

"yeah, besides being creepy as fuck."

"you know who was creepy as fuck? our fourth grade history teacher, do you remember him?"

his eyes widened. "remember? how could i forget. he called all our female teachers 'babe'," he shuddered thinking about it.

"i wonder if he still teaches," you mumbled, typing a few words up onto the document from the textbook which you were reading.

"i see him walk past with a slushie every saturday shift," tetsurou told you, "i think he's perving on my friend, but she carries nunchucks in her pocket so she'll be fine."

that doesn't sound legal at all, but neither is the  high voltage taser you have in your bag at all times so you don't say anything. "you got a job?" you asked.

"i've been working IT at the mall since i was 16, didn't you know that?"

you vaguely remembered your mom mentioning it to you one time when you were scrolling mindlessly through your phone. "we never talk," you shrugged.

"and whose fault is that?"

"uh, yours? you're almost as creepy as that teacher."

"i am not," he gasped.

you tilted the screen of your laptop down and turned to face him, "you always make weird passes at me and get dramatic when i shut you down."

"so stop shutting me down," he told you.

you rested your head on your hand, "ask me out properly and maybe i wouldn't."

his eyes lit up, "tanaka?"

"yes, kuroo?"

"will you go on a date with me?"

"no, kuroo."

"what? you just said-"

"i said probably," you laughed. "you're not my type."

"pft, not your type," he mumbled to himself. "i'm everyone's type."

"i can hear you."

the phone next to him lit up with a message from... kenma?? he stared blankly at the notification.

"is that my kenma?" he asked.

"yeah," you replied, "i help him with stats sometimes."

"why does he go to you?"

"why wouldn't he go to me?"

the two of you glared at each other for a moment. "i'm hungry," he said, breaking the silence.

you nodded quickly, "i want a burger."

"err, does it have to be a burger?"

"i'll pay for it if that's what you're worried about," you told him.

"no, it's just that this guy works at a place."

"there's like three burger places in this area. let's just go, please?"

he sighed, seeing how much you wanted to go. he was going to offer to uber eats it but you were so adamant on leaving the papers that were scattered over his bed.

"yeah, alright."

obviously not much has changed since you were friends in fourth grade. he's still a pushover and definitely still your biggest simp.

you pulled out your keys and fully closed your laptop. "i'll drive."

he pulled his out, "i will drive. i've seen how you pull out of the school parking lot."

"oh please, that was one time."

"one time you almost ran a teacher over, i'm driving."

you just rolled your eyes and tucked your keys back into your pocket. "you better drive safely."