Kurotsukioneshot mga kuwento

The way how his fingers shake bothered and pissed him off at the same time.

"Uh, hey? Is there a person working here as a singer?" Kuroo asked with his hopes up. The beautiful man in front of him whose hands were busy drying off the newly washed drinking glasses tilted his head. "I'm sorry but we don't employ performers. The customers, however, are the one doing the singing freely." He lips motioned towards the karaoke at the far left of the bar. "We have those types of customers who come by and go rarely."

Kuroo Tetsurou was a man of culture, he must say. But his love for flowers were undeniable.