𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 / 𝐈𝐕𝐘 . kuroo tetsurou

04. fake what?

narrator's pov.

"y/n, y/n, y/n," tetsurou came waddling up beside you.

"why are you walking like you need to shit?"

"i fucked up my knee," he frowned, "i don't actually look constipated, right?"

"uh, no?" you replied.

"okay, anyway, that's not the point," he rolled his eyes, "i have a favour to ask."

you slipped your phone down into your pocket, "alright, what's the favour?"

"i sort of already did the favour?"

"...what do you mean you 'already did' the favour? what did you do?" you concernedly side-eyed him.

he opened his mouth, "uhh, so yaku thinks we fucked-"

"i'm sorry?" you scowled.

"listen, listen-"

you cut him off again, completely irritated, "no, you told him- tetsurou!"

"technically, he asked. i said no, and he kept saying yes, and i kept denying it until the team just assumed it."

you stopped walking and smacked your fist against your forehead. he said yaku, so where was "the team" coming from. "your volleyball team??"

"i didn't say yes!"

"get to the point, tetsurou. you're telling me this why?"

"so if they start annoying you about it, you know i didn't have anything to do with it," he shrugged, "we just became friends. i don't wanna ruin our friendship."

"oh," you sort of smiled, "that's kind of sweet."

you genuinely thought he was going to ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend or some variation of that generic, cliche, overused-

"and... i wanted to ask that you don't say anything if they mention it," he quickly spoke.

"you want me to pretend like we had sex?" you scoffed, "you're gross, kuroo."

"y/nnn," he whined, following behind you as you walked away. "i promise you it's not like that. it won't even matter."

"it won't matter to you."

"i have to give them something! they're starting to get suspicious of me."

"let me get this straight," you furrowed your brows, "you want me to tell people we had sex because you're scared they're gonna find out you haven't put your dick in someone yet?"

"when you put it like that it sounds bad," he chuckled.

you nodded disappointedly, "yeah, this reminds me of why i stopped being friends with you in the first place."

it was your first year in high school and tetsurou had just joined the volleyball club. the two of you were already more of acquaintances rather than friends.

rumours started circulating, claiming that your best friend at the time was a "slut" and getting around with a bunch of boys at nekoma. after that, she left and deactivated all of her social media.

kuroo tetsurou just happened to be at the peak of those rumours.

all of you were only 16, and barely at that. he didn't start the rumours, but the way some of his older "friends" treated her was sick and he didn't do much to stop them. of course, he had his reasons, and he had since grown a lot from that, but it was still shitty to think about.

"oh so you did do it on purpose?" he deadpanned.

"yeah, genius, first year?"

"what about it?"

"when you let everyone believe that you fucked my friend and she got fucking harassed for it," you crossed your arms, "that's the difference, you're gonna be praised and i'm gonna be shamed."

"my friends aren't misogynistic like that," tetsurou tried to reason.

"you're talking about the same friends that you would literally rather lie to than tell that you're a huge virgin?"

"i'm not a huge virgin, i've made it to like third base!"

"okay, casanova," you snarked. "but that's not the point."

"y/n please? i promise if it gets too far i'll shut it down, i'm genuinely begging you," he clapped his hands together as to plead to you.

you leaned your back against one of the classroom buildings directly next to you.

he crouched down onto his knees, shaking his intertwined fingers, "do you see me on my knees, begging you on this gravel that's poking my bruise?"

"have do dignity, tetsurou, get up," you smacked his shoulder irritatedly. "i'll do it, but you have to promise that it's not going any further than them, i want your stupid locker room talk staying in the locker room."

"i promise you," he smiled, "thank you, thank you, thank you."

he wrapped his arms around you. "yeah whatever," you attempted to wriggle your way out of his hold.

"oh, one more thing," he pointed his finger at you.

"yes?" you lowered his hand.

he gasped, already beginning to run, "you will be my fake girlfriend? you're the best!"

"fake what?" you yelled out to him, "i can catch up to you with that bruise, tetsurou, don't test me!!"

"my bruise doesn't slow me down," he exclaimed.