Ch. 2 - Unforgotten Feelings

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"Why didn't you tell her the truth?" Kenma ask and sips on his water bottle. 

Kuroo sighs, "I didn't wanna... she might misunderstood me and find out that I like her!" he exclaims.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Kenma sighs.

The volleyball team was taking a break after practicing. Kuroo told Kenma about yesterday incident when Kuroo was waiting for Y/n.

"What're you guys talking about?" Yaku came over to them, curious about their conversation. "It looked kinda serious."

"Nothing really.." Kuroo said. "I wanna go to the toilet. Be back in five minutes!" and with that he went out of the gym.

On his way to the nearest toilet, he saw students with sketchbooks in their hands and going around school. Are they from the art club? Kuroo thought. When he sees a certain someone he knew it was.

Kuroo saw Y/n who was drawing in the school's garden. He smiled softly at the scene. Until then, a boy came over to her, crouching next to where she was sitting. He said something and it made Y/n laughed. Kuroo who was watching from afar, felt his heart just got crushed.

He knew Y/n was a social butterfly. She could get close with anybody especially guys. Once a month, there will always be a guy who approaches her and confess. If she also liked the guy, she would accept, but it would be half-heartedly.

Truth to be told, he was jealous of those guys who confessed to her. Jealous of their courage. Kuroo liked Y/n longer than those guys. He liked her since the last year of elementary school. All he could do was admire her from afar. 

"Kuroo-san!" the captain was snapped out of his train of thought when he heard Lev's voice from behind.

Kuroo turns around and waited for Lev. "What is it?"

"You were gone for too long and coach called for you!" Lev explains. Kuroo simply nodded.

"Alright, let's go."

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"Kuroo-san!" Y/n heard, she looks at where it came from and saw Kuroo and one of the members from the volleyball club, Lev, standing not too far away from where she and her fellow art club member, Ishikawa.

After both of the volleyball members left, she sighs.

"Anything wrong, L/n-san?" Ishikawa ask, sketching the same flowers she was sketching but the only difference was that she was going to draw a bouquet.

Y/n simply shakes her head and replied, "No, nothing.."

"L/n-san.." Ishikawa started after some time passed. Y/n turns to him with a small curious smile. "Um.. you see," he's flushed as he set his sketchbook down. "L/n-san.. I like you. Will you go out with me?"

It wasn't a surprised to Y/n. Half of the guys she knew had a crush on her, and half of them who confessed, only some got into a relationship with her.

"I-I know you only got out of a relationship but I thought you would think about it-"

"Sorry," Y/n replied and stood up with her sketch book in hand. "Like you said, I just got out of a relationship. I'm not really ready to get into another one right away so Ishikawa-kun, I'm sorry," she exclaimed.

As expected, Ishikawa looked disappointed. Y/n sighs, inaudibly. "We could still be friends, after all, we're in the same club," she softly smiled. The boy simply nodded with a small smile.

"I'm gonna go find some other flowers," Y/n said and walks away from there. "If only that one person was the one who confessed," she said quietly and smiled to herself. "But then again, that's impossible."

The only reason Y/n dated the guys who confessed to her was to forget about a crush on Kuroo. Whenever Kuroo does something that could affect her emotionally, she would always think that she just misunderstood him. How can someone like him likes her more than just a friend?

Even though she does all these, the feelings for Kuroo won't go away. It stayed for too long, It's been six years since she realized her feelings for him, and never did she confessed, even Kenma doesn't know.
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word count: 663
im getting excited for this story >:]

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