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What were they, exactly?
Friends didn't look at each other the way he looked at her. Friends didn't hover in doorways, didn't steal lingering touches under the excuse of passing by. And friends definitely didn't wait around the way Kuroo did. Patient, knowing, like he had all the time in the world for her to finally give in.
Eve never said it out loud, never gave it a name, because if she did, then it became real. And reality was complicated. But Kuroo? He never bothered pretending. He wanted her, and he made sure she knew it. Not with grand declarations or demands, but by always being there, never pushing, never forcing, just waiting.
If they weren't something in the past, then they had been close enough that the lines blurred beyond recognition. And now, Kuroo was trying to pull her back into whatever they had been. The problem? Eve wasn't sure she'd be able to crawl back out a second time.
DICLAIMER !
This is kinda an OC x Canon thing, but you can totally read it as Reader x Canon too. I use a name (Eve), but it's still written in second person (you), so you can still put yourself in the story if you want.