♥ The Chemistry of Love | Kuroo x Reader ♥

Chp 1: Estrogen

You stood at the front of the class, nervously smoothing out the grey skirt of your school uniform. Students filtered in through the doorway, shooting curious glances your way and whispered among themselves. As the last of the students came through, the homeroom teacher had stood up and gestured towards you.

"Good morning class, we have a new student joining us today in class 2-5. It must be hard to transfer in the middle of the semester so please be kind. Please introduce yourself."

You nodded and placed both hands at your sides to try to foster confidence, "Hello, I'm y/n l/n! I transferred here from Miyagi prefecture, I look forward to getting to know you all," you bowed and stared at the back wall.

You had mixed reactions from your peers, some looked to still be half-asleep while others were interested at the prospect of new blood. The teacher scanned a sheet of paper, "y/n there's a seat in the second back row, next to Kozume Kenma."

You nodded and assumed the boy whose desk was next to the window was Kenma. He had fairly long hair, half of which had been dyed blonde and was staring intently into his lap. You saw flashing lights and realized he was holding a game console. Silently chuckling, you faced back towards the front of the class, looking around the room it seemed everyone had already formed their little groups.

It was no small decision deciding to transfer from Jozhenji to Nekoma, but you had dreams of enrolling in Tokyo University and Nekoma being near Tokyo was well-known for their advanced college-prep courses. You had grown up with your family in Miyagi prefecture, mostly spending time with your grandparents as your parents were frequently travelling for work. The stars had aligned when your parents had to move to Tokyo for your dad's promotion. While you were sad to leave your childhood friends behind, you were one step closer to your goal.

The first half of the day went smoothly, although you had transferred into the class in the middle of first semester you hadn't found it too difficult. The lunch bell rang and luckily some students had approached you asking questions about Miyagi and your life. You were grateful to have companions on your first day and gladly answered them, asking questions about the school culture here and there.

You looked to the boy next to you, he had still been sitting alone, engrossed in his game. You noticed that none of the other students approached him, unsure of whether this was of his own accord or theirs.

Suddenly the classroom door slid open and a tall man with messy black hair had walked in, scanning the room clearly looking for someone. His eyes met yours and lingered for a second before he seemed to find who he was looking for.

His eyes narrowed onto the boy sitting next to you, "Kenma! Coach wants to speak to you!" he hollered, Kenma nodded, eyes still on his game and left the room with the tall man.

Some of the girls sitting with you began to gossip, helping you fill in the blanks.

"Who is that?"

"I think he's in third year, Kuroo is the volleyball team's captain."

"We have a volleyball team?"

"He's really hot, looks like the mature type!"

"Don't let your boyfriend hear you say that!"

You laughed along with your classmates gossiping, looking back at the classroom door curiously.

Before you knew it, it was already Friday. During lunch breaks you had sat with a couple different classmates, not to say they weren't nice but you felt somewhat of an intruder on the inside, breaking up the established group dynamics.