𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 / 𝐈𝐕𝐘 . kuroo tetsurou

08. you care about me

narrator's pov.
day 3 of training camp.

"TANAKA, come here," your coach called.

"yes sir?" you jogged over to him, rubbing the sweat from your forehead.

"you were slow today."

"with all due respect, coach, i'm always slow."

he nodded in agreement, "yes, but you were slower than usual. i want you to fix what's wrong and fix it before the final practice match, alright?"

"understood," you sighed, dropping yourself back against the wall next to a familiar face.

"tanaka," ryūnosuke bowed his head to you.

"tanaka," you replied with a small smile.

"what's this about being slow, y/n?"

you shook your head, "don't worry about it."

"i wasn't but now i wanna worry about it!" he exclaimed.

"trust me, ryu, you don't want to know," you quietly laughed to yourself.

he gasped, "are you actually pregnant? you're not pregnant right?"

"of course i'm not-" you stopped yourself. did he say actually?

"what do you mean, actually?"

"i just- it not important. you're not pregnant, yay!"

"no, no, spin back on that. why do you say actually like you've heard something contrary to that? who's saying i'm pregnant?"

he looking around, "these girls from the karasuno team were out yesterday and uh... i don't know."

"huh?"

"that stupid captain guy from your school, he's known for being a certain way. apparently you guys were out there together fucking, which i don't want to talk about."

your jaw dropped.

what. the. fuck.

you didn't fuck him. you know you didn't fuck him. even with how high you were, you knew that you had too much anxiety to do that on your period and in front of his friends.

plus, you had already confirmed that you didn't.

"and you believed them? ryu-"

he glanced around before whispering, "you don't have the best track record either??"

"uhh, i know that, how do you know that?!" you whisper-yelled.

"news gets around in our family, y/n! don't trust anyone."

you groaned, "okay, this is all a misunderstanding. the thing with tetsurou, not my 'track record' or whatever."

he gave you a sympathetic look, "i believe you, i don't know who else will though."

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"tetsurou, we need to talk."

he hissed in pain as he poked his hand, "a little busy right now. give me a couple minutes?"

he was completely alone in the gym, searching a first aid kit.

"what'd you do to your hand, idiot?" you approached him.

"you're not allowed to call me that," he reminded you. "but seriously, i'm fine. we can talk after i do this thing."

he was trying to pull around the tape to wrap two of his fingers together, but he was struggling.

you scoffed, "fuck, tetsurou, you're so messy. let me do it."

"i'm fine," he said.

"no, look, you're not even wrapping it right," you pushed his other hand away, sitting down. "what happened?"

he smiled as you pulled his hand into your lap gently, "aw, you care about me."

"answer the question," you rolled your eyes.

"bokuto and i were practicing and my finger bent back when i tried to block him. it's not that big of a deal."

"did you ice it?" you asked.

"uh, no," he replied.

"you know better, tetsurou," you scolded. you turned his hand around the right way, "all done."

he looked down at his taped fingers, "you sound like my mother."

"you need to take better care of yourself," you told him, "nats are pretty close and i don't want anything bad to happen for you...r team. for your team."

"what did you want to talk about?"

"right, uh, someone said they caught us doing something last night? i don't know if it was true or not, but i was super high and i know we didn't have sex but maybe we-"

"if it makes you feel any better, all we did was kiss. i know that much."

a look of genuine confusion formed on your face, "we kissed?"

he smirked and shrugged casually, "heh, some would call it making out."

"i made out with you? we made out... together? us?"

his demeanour quickly changed as he furrowed his brows, "this is hurting my feelings, y/n."

"sorry, i'm just processing. if all we did was make out, why would anyone think that we fucked? i'm sure bokuto and kenma were there as well."

"who even said this?"

"i was told it was some girls from karasuno,?" you said, uncertain. "i don't know who though."

"i'm sure it'll be fine, y/n. the rumours will all die down quick with the party on friday."

"you're right," you nodded and folded your arma, "i just feel so gross about this, y'know? people that i don't even know talking about me."

he sighed, "i know it sucks. i'm sorry this is happening to you but on the flip side, i promise it'll blow over."

"be honest, you must be enjoying some part of it," you raised an eyebrow.

it was hard for him to hold it in,"you told me i was hot last night."

"did i really?," you smiled, surprised.

"yes you did and you can't take it back," he replied quickly.

you rolled your eyes, "okay well i'm hungry. can we talk about this at dinner?"

"oh yeah, for sure," he chuckled, "we can talk about how hot you think i am and how much you want to-"

you picked up his hand and cut him off,  "oookay, well i think that's officially enough talking from you today."