maniac! ★ t. kuroo

╰ ⊹˚.⋆ THE BEGINNING OF THE END

YOU LOVED PISSING HIM OFF,

whilst some may call it a 'toxic' relationship, it was just the way the two of you had always been with each other. you would annoy him, and he'd annoy you back. it wasn't necessarily a proper friendship; but both of you were always around each other, throwing insults and snarky comments around whenever you could.

in the rare times you weren't making fun of each other, you'd be joking about others. the two of you would point out some random unfortunate person and then you'd whisper an insult and kuroo would only add onto it and the two of you would laugh so hard that you wouldn't be able to breathe. and then it'd turn into an overused inside joke.

you can't remember how the 'friendship' started, but honestly you don't really care. you'd never admit it in a million years (neither would he) but the two of you both loved each others company. just a little bit, a teensy tiny very itty bitty bit. but maybe sometimes. okay, perhaps it was most of the time. anyways—

today was one of the days the two of you were practically at each others throats. first period hadn't even begun and yet here you were; about to hurl a chair at the bed head. "y/n i swear to god! if you throw that mother fucking chair at me, i'll shit on your face!!"

you scrunch your nose and scoff, "what sorta dumb insult is that, bitch boy!"

he raises his eyebrows and points to himself, "bitch boy!? shut up you abnormal titan!!" 

you throw the chair at his (annoyingly good looking yet still stupid) face as he screams and ducks under his table. "how's that for AN ABNORMAL TITAN!?"

the entire class is minding their own business, completely tuning the two of you out. after all, this was a daily occurrence. just you and kuroo casually trying to kill each other whilst being ignorant to the unbelievable sexual tension.

nothing new.

kuroo turns around in disbelief at the toppled chair behind him, "wh-what the heck? you threw a GODDAMN CHAIR AT ME??" he screeches.

you cover your ears and wince at his loud he is, "yeah and? stop being a BITCH ABOUT IT!" 

he stares at you in bewilderment, "were you aiming for me?" 

you roll your e/c eyes, "no stupid, i was aiming for your face."

"i'm going to make you regre—" 

the door opens at the exact same moment the bell rings to signal the start of classes, your science teacher steps in. his dull eyes survey the scene before him. you, standing on top of a desk and kuroo, aiming a pair of scissors dangerously close to your face. he looks away. "right, open up to page 72; the atomic structure and properties of elements."

"let's continue this at recess," the taller boy sneers, "looking forward to your death, it's about time." 

you hop off the table and dust your skirt off, "shut up, your voice is annoying." 

he snorts and slides into his seat next to you, "at least i don't sound like a donkey giving birth,"

you punch his shoulder (damn, he's ripped) "of course you'd know what that sounds like, tetsurou."

the boy rolls his eyes and says nothing, turning to the front and trying to pay attention to the teacher, but truth be told; he could not care less about elements and their atomic structures. nope, he was much more focused on how your shoulder was touching his arm. that and the way you would chew on your pen when you were confused.

his golden eyes glance at you sideways as he observes the way your messy h/c hair falls on your (much smaller) frame, and how your soft fingers drum against the desk in a bored manner. "mr kuroo, is miss l/n perhaps more important than this important material which will be on your final exams next month?"

in all honesty, no offence to the science teacher or anything, but yes. yes, y/n was much more important than this. but of course he could never admit that to you, oh no. not in a million zillion bajillion years. "sorry sir, i got distracted." the man nods, satisfied, and turns back to the board to continue writing as you lean towards kuroo.

"it's rude to stare, tetsu." you smirk, still looking ahead . "i mean i know you love me but damn, loverboy." the boy prays to every and any god in the universe you can't see his face right now as heat rushes to his cheeks and he turns away, 

"shut it, dumbass. i wasn't looking at you, i was looking at all the makeup you have on," his lips curl into a sneer, "your eyeliner's crooked, bozo." the eyeliner, is in fact, not crooked. maybe he should ask you to do his liner like that sometime. the makeup excuse was  shitty one but he hopes you can't see through it. "what, are you tryna impress someone, lovergirl?"  he taunts.

you cringe and reach for your face. "oh my gosh - is it that obvious?" and then you turn to him with panic in your eyes, "and is my eyeliner actually crooked??" you ask, "fuck my life!! i spent like an hour doing that wing!!"

kuroo's mind goes blank. what. the. fuck?

in all the years he has known you, you've never once had a crush. and now, all of a sudden there was someone else? someone who wasn't him?? 

he tries to play it cool despite the fact that he feels like jumping out a window, "so who's the unlucky person?" 

finally satisfied with your eyeliner's symmetry, you click out the camera on your laptop and turn to the boy besides you as a lazy grin dances on your cerise lips, "you jealous, tetsu?" you lean closer to him. "worried someone else is gonna steal all my attention?"

he wants to say yes, wants to tell you how you're already gorgeous - but with your eyelashes curled and your lips glossy, you look godly. but he shrugs and tries to play it off with a nonchalant glance your way. "i'm honestly just feeling bad for them."

you rest your head on the table and huff, "fuck off! i mean you're one to talk, rooster head." 

the boy touches his hair self consciously. "r-rooster head?! what shit are you even on?" 

you close your eyes. "whatever. i'm tired, let me sleep." 

he snickers, "yeah like i'd ever wake you up, just go to sleep so i won't have to hear your stupid voice."

(he loves your voice.)

you yawn and bury your head into your arms as a laugh slips past your lips, "just try not to stare, bitch boy," and long after you fall asleep, he tries not to. he really does, but it's hard. he can't help but admire your every feature, as your chest rises and falls softly with each breath. kuroo clicks his tongue and turns away, ears bright red.

it's not his fault you're so pretty.