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𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 // 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽 - 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓷𝔂 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮
"Y/n, upstairs is apparently short staffed today," Your supervisor said sarcastically, "You were requested to make this phone call to follow up on a promotional video."
She dropped the caller information and walked away without elaborating, muttering words under her breath as though she was irritated. Oddly enough, you noticed that everything you needed to say for the phone call was written down. You hesitantly dialed the number, and waited while it rang. The ringing finally came to a halt and you heard a faint hello.
"Hi Kozume-san, this is Y/n from the Japan Volleyball Association, and I was just wanted to call about setting up a time for the collaboration video with the MSBY Black Jackals." You read the scripted note back to the person.
You waited for an answer. The other side had been quiet for quite some time before you heard someone sigh on the other end.
"Kuroo just messaged me about it this morning, and now he's having one of his assistants follow up? Can you tell him to stop bothering me with this? Unlike him, I don't have an assistant to do all my work for me."
He sounded aggravated on the other line, and you sensed a wave of embarrassment come crashing over you. Kuroo was having you call him, and by the sound of it, it was all just a game to him. You pressed your forehead into your hand, you should've known that everything seemed a little questionable when your supervisor mentioned upstairs.
"I'm not his assistant," was all you could muster out.
"You sound like one." There was a brief paused before he continued, "Tell him that Kenma said he already got his answer, so stop bothering him."
"Oh, Kenma?" You said, surprised you didn't pick up on the sound of his voice, "I met you, New Years, you came with Kuroo and everyone."
"Oh," Kenma said, "Of course." There was some grumbling on the other line.
"You know," Kenma started to speak again, "He's probably just making you call me because it's fun for him."
"Why would you say that?" You were confused why Kenma seemed sure that was Kuroo's reasoning.
"When he has a crush, he likes to do anything and everything to involve himself in their life."
- - - -
Your phone call with Kenma went a little longer than expected. You knew Kuroo was interested in you, but the way Kenma said crush, it felt different. Innocent-like, which was contradictory to how you would ever describe Kuroo.
This, in turn, caused you to leave work later since you were behind on work; and now, you were rushing to get home to be ready for your date with Kuroo.
You fumbled with your keys trying to unlock your door, throwing your bag and shoes in the entryway. There was barely anytime to clean up the trail of a mess you were creating.
As you struggled to change out of your clothes, tossing them every which way as you hurried to your bedroom, you managed to glance at the clock. You had barely any time before he would arrive.
You rushed into the bathroom, starting the shower and hopping in. The ice cold water hit your body, and you let out a small whimper. You didn't have the time to wait for it to heat up. Warm scents of vanilla filled the room as the steam eventually began to rise. You lathered your body, trying to take a deep breath before you needed to go back to frantically getting ready.
The knobs screeched as you turned them. The moment you left the bathroom, it was going to be a race to see how quickly you could get ready before Kuroo would be at your door.
You tugged your elastic from your hair, and brushed it out with your fingers. You applied your eyeliner in two swift strokes, thankful you didn't have to fix them, and quickly brushed on some mascara. Shuffling through your closet, you eventually pulled a little black dress. One that hugged your body in velvet, crisscrossing your chest and back, and just barely off your shoulders.
At last you were able to turn around and look at yourself in the mirror; you watched as your chest inhaled and exhaled, finally able to breathe. Your hands glided down your sides, admiring yourself. Your hair fell naturally, curling at the ends.
You were grateful that with little time you had to prepare yourself, you were able to pull yourself together. You bit your lip happily, hoping Kuroo would appreciate how you looked tonight.
You recognized that with Kuroo, you put a little more effort in than with the others. But you felt yourself wanting to do that for him.
Your thought was interrupted by a pound on the door. You hooked your heels onto your fingertips, and leaped over to the entry. You tried multi-tasking, by opening the door and sliding your heels on. You managed to look up from your awkward angle to see Kuroo leaning against the doorframe. He looked amused by you bent over, trying to keep balance.
"Did I rush you?" He let out a small chuckle.
You finally straightened yourself up, flipping your hair back. His laugh ceased, and he stood upright, clearing his throat. You couldn't help yourself but smirk slightly. Your eyes lingered on his; you could see him eyeing you, taking in every inch of your body. You saw the muscles in his neck shift as he swallowed. You ravished in the way you could tell he was nervous just by looking at you.
You reached for your jacket behind the door. You were conscious of the sudden sense of confidence.
