𝔸𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕦~𝔸𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕦 ℂ𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕟 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤 ☕︎

• 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣 •

A/N: Lots of dailogue? Yes.

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Entering the building, Kuroo walked down the hall of crowded people. He put an earpod in, turning on his music.

"Yo, Kuroo."

He turned around, Konaha jogging up to him and giving him a fist bump. "Hey man, how many classes you got today?"

Kuroo thought for a moment, always forgeting his monday schedules. "I think just three morning classes, then im free after two.

Konaha sighed dramaticly, drawing some stares. "I got a full day today..."

"Tough man. You know, I-"

Kuroo cut himself off by Konaha shaking his shoulder furiously, and Kuroo was about to shove him off when he saw him staring wide-eyed at something nearby.

Kuroo followed his vision curiously, and his eyes grew just as large as he watched the spiked up tuffs of grey and black hair shuffle through the crowd.

"Thats..."

"...The guy from the cafe." Kuroo said, not taking his eyes off the man for even a second.

"Go talk to him dude!" Konaha whispered, shoving Kuroo in that direction before he could protest. It seems the man was a lot closer than they thought, because it only took a few fumbling steps for Kuroo to collide into him. They both fell to the ground, other students simply walking around them.

Bokuto opened his eyes, his vision on the ground and a growing pain in his forehead once again. He was about to get up but felt he couldn't, half a body being on his side.

The hand on his back twitched just slightly, and he shivered at the touch. Suddenly the feeling was gone, and he slowly sat up.

"Shit- sorry man, you alright?"

Bokuto turned to face the other, and couldn't help but stare at his slim, focused eyes. "Uh.. yeah.. yeah." It took a phew seconds for him to process what happened, but he finally caught on.

Kuroo helped him to his feet, and instantly felt guilt flood through him when he saw the bruise on his forhead.

Bokuto blinked, and the bubbly feeling in his stomach slowly disolved.

"Hey, you good...?"

"huh, oh- oh, no im fine! Don't worry about it!"

He unconsiously gestured his hands with his words, and Kuroo couldn,'t help but find it adorable.

Just as Kuroo was about to say something again, a bell blared through the hallways, and the crowd started moving faster.

Bokuto picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Welp, thats the bell. See ya!"

Konaha qatched from thw sidelines as the boy syarted walking away.

'Kuroo, his name. Ask him name. HURRY UP--'

"Wait!"

"Hm?"

"I- Uh, im Kuroo."

Konaha sighed.

Bokuto turned around completly to face him, looking at him with an expression Kuroo couldn't read. "Bokuto!" He said, smiling at him.

Bokuto.

"Nice.. uh, see ya around!"

Before Bokuto could say anything back Kuroo swiftly turned on his heel and walked away down the hall, following the slowly shrinking crowd of students.

A few seconds later Konaha was by his side again, matching his fast pase.

"Real smooth dude."

"Shut up."

Bokuto. Bokuto. Bokuto. Bokuto.

Asahi slowly padded down the staires, sipping his hot peppermint chocolate.

He let out a small sigh, happy that the house was once again peaceful. That is until he heard a loud pop sound come from the kitchen.

Asahi froze, eyes growing impossibly wide and hands starting to shake.

He was alone for today, everyone else either going to classes or part-time jobs. He took a deep breathe, which didn't help with calming down at all, and slowly tip-toed his way towards the location of the sound.

"H-h-hel..lo..?"

His voice was so shaky and cracked he didn't even recognize it himself.

He grabbed a vase from the hallway, and slowly crept into the kitchen. If it was an intruder, he wouldn't want them stealing any of Sugawara's cooking items.

Intead he let out a large sigh of relif when he only saw Oikawa, wrapped in a blanket and hair dishelved.

He turned around, eyes all puffy and expression solemn. "What?" His words came out harsher than intended.

"I- uhm- I thought you were an i-intruder..."

"Oh. Sorry."

Asahi shook his head and smiled reasuringly, putting the vase down on the counter softly. It didn't make a sound.

"What are you still doing here? Not going back to your apartment yet?"

Oikawa shook his head, staring down at the coffee he made on the counter.

"I can't, Iwa-Chan has a security app installed because we got robbed two months ago. He will know when I come back, and if he see's me like this- like a mess- he- I--"

Oikawa stopped his soon-to-be-rant when he felt a strong but soft hand grip his shoulder.

He looked up from his feet, not knowing when his gaze left the coffee, and stared into Asahi's calming, brown eyes.

"It will be okay. Just talk to him."

Oikawa gulped audibly...

"Okay..."

He was in his class.

'Bokuto, mother, fudging, WHOEVER, is in my chemistry class?'

He shifted in his seat, staring a good two rows across at the owl-looking haired man.

Kuroo questioned life for a second, wondering how such a easy going guy ended up in Major Chemistry.

'Now that I think about it, I only noticed this guy because he was hot and I wanted to bang him. I never thought about who he really was other than a hot waiter...'

He sighed, feeling even more guilty than before. Was he that much of a jerk?

On the other hand, it's not like he actually liked the guy or anything, so what was the harm? That's how it went with everyone after all. You have a one night stand and then completly forget about each other. Except this time he alreadh met the guy, and him being in his class didn't make things any easier.

Kuroo let out a small sigh, and glanced back up to see big, golden eyes staring right back at him.

He overted his gaze instantly, staring down at the neat notes on his side of the table.

Suddenly a picture popped into his mind. It was only for a second, but it had Kuroo squirming in his seat.

Those large, golden eyes. Half open, staring unfocused and glossy at his own, filled with lust. Then scrunching up to slits, eyebrows furowing down as pleasure engolfs him.

"...Fuck."