fuck you | t. kuroo

𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

"𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭?"

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

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Before you could even say a word to the
black haired individual in front of you a hand on your shoulder interrupted you.

     "Heyyy Kuroo!" Bokuto said with a big smile, his hand tightening its grip on your shoulder as if to say 'go along with it.' You looked over to Kuroo with a silent glare, your pent up anger begging for you just to punch him straight in his pretty jaw.

     Yaku who had been cowering next to him was not meeting your eyes, glancing around the room as his eyes danced to each separate corner.

     "Hey you horned owl bastard." Kuroo said with a grin, wrapping Bokuto in a one armed hug. The two patted one another's backs in some sort of ritual that men participated in sports. Testosterone makes you do weird things.

     "So what are you doing here?" You asked, your irritation crackling within your brain as you tried to hold back your angry tone.

     "I was invited." Kuroo responded gesturing to himself. You could see the entitled smirk growing in the corner of his mouth as he became more and more satisfied with your reaction.

     "So was I." Yaku squeaked in a small voice, still avoiding your glare. You clenched your teeth, still not wanting to say anything irrational out of anger.

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     When the five of you sat at the table you were forced to be across from the rooster haired bastard himself. You and Akaashi stayed quiet as you listened to Bokuto and Kuroo's catching up before the waiter came to take your orders.

     Yaku's head was looking at his feet before you saw him take out his phone from his pants pocket. He typed quickly and silently, only the faint sound of his fingers on the screen were heard before he tucked the phone back into his pocket. For the first time during the whole night Yaku lifted his face to look at you.

     He raised his light eyebrows and widened his eyes as he pointed to the phone in your lap very indiscreetly, almost alerting the whole restaurant that he had sent you a text.

     Flipping over you phone it was sure enough he had sent you a message. Opening the app you went to his contact to see what he had to say:

Yaku (the money man)

Yaku
Im sorry i tried to stop him from coming but he "wanted to see bokuto so bad" as if we aren't having a practice game with fukurodani anytime soon.

Rolling your eyes at the apology you typed up a snarky response.

Y/n
I mean couldnt you have given me a heads up or something
I wanna fucking stab him with my fork because of that stupid smirk on his face.

     You gestured over to Yaku that you had responded and he immediately grasped at his phone and a small smile appeared as he read your message.

     The typing bubbles appeared at the bottom of your screen as you waited impatiently for his answer. The icon disappeared before returning quickly again, the feeling of anticipation building up within your chest.