- ', [rivals] ꒱ ➳ kuroo x reader

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My lips pressed against Kenma's as I pushed his back down on the couch. We kissed as his hands held onto my face, pulling me closer to him. 

I couldn't believe I was doing it.

After Kuroo stormed off, Kenma and I had barely gotten back to our movie when something inside me clicked. Maybe it was the years of rivalry, but who the fuck did Kuroo think he was, showing up to my house, acting all jealous of Kenma despite calling me nothing more than a friend?

I wanted revenge. Let Kuroo throw his little tantrum, I had other options.

But... even as I kissed Kenma, his hand trailing down my back, I knew this didn't feel the same. I didn't feel the rush I did with... well, Kuroo. Why couldn't he just leave my head?

I pulled away, suddenly realizing how wrong this was. Seeing the look on Kenma's face, however, made me wish I hadn't done it in the first place. It was too late, I'd given him hope.

Getting off of him, he gives me an inquisitive look as I sit next to him, avoiding eye contact.

"Everything okay?" He raises an eyebrow, reaching for my hand and squeezing it, and I can't bring myself to pull it away. I just nod.

"Okay, good," Kenma cleared his throat, "So... y/n... would you want to...?"

He didn't finish his sentence, and I could see his face turning red. I knew what he was trying to ask.

Fuck... what kind of person would I be if I said yes? A horrible one, seeing as I'd only do it to get back at Kuroo.

So of course, I said yes.

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That Monday after the weekend, I got dressed for school with a feeling of dread. I didn't want to face anyone today.

I heard my doorbell ring, and for a second, my heart leapt, thinking it was Kuroo. Then I realized I was technically with Kenma now, and it was probably him. 

I walk to the door, and sure enough, Kenma was standing right there in the school uniform, a bang slung over his right shoulder.

"Hey," He gives me a soft smile, holding out his hand for me. I took it, and looked back into the house to make sure my mom wasn't watching. She liked Kenma, but she loved Kuroo, so I wasn't sure how she'd feel when she found out we had a fight. 

We walked together, hand in hand, to school. It was a painfully long walk, and I yearned for Kuroo's comfortable car that drove me right there.

I sighed to myself. Why was he constantly on my mind?

"Are you okay, y/n? You're awfully quiet," Kenma asked as we walked into the school building, seperating our hands.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just..."

"Look, don't worry about Kuroo," Kenma gave me an understanding look, "He was mad yesterday but I think we both know he wouldn't hurt either of us."

Yet this would hurt him.

"I'm sorry, Kenma," I told him, making a face, "I don't want to, like, ruin your friendship or anything."

Kenma shrugged, "He'll come around. We didn't do anything wrong. You guys weren't together."

"Right..." I muttered, walking to the lockers as Kenma went in the opposite direction to his, waving at me as we agreed to see each other in class.

Opening my locker, I gather my stuff when a voice startles me from behind, "So what, you two a thing all of a sudden?"

The voice was unmistakably Kuroo's. Sure enough, he was leaning against the opposite wall, walking over to where I was.

Up close, I could see the bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept, and his hair was messier than usual. He looked good though, and I wanted to give him the sloppiest head right there.

I mean, um, kiss him or whatever. But I couldn't do either of those things. 

"What's it to you?" I meant to sound tough, but my voice came out weaker than I realized, as if I was questioning it myself.

"I knew it," Kuroo sighed, looking at me, "For whatever its worth, y/n, I'm really sorry."

I looked at him, my cheeks flushing. I didn't know how to accept the apology.

Then, Kuroo let out a sarcastic little laugh, "You move on quickly, huh?"

"There was nothing to move on from."

Kuroo looks at me, taking a step closer so that there are mere inches separating us, and I can feel my heart pounding against my chest, "I think we both know that's not true."

"Y-yeah?" I stutter, "Well, it doesn't matter anymore because Kenma and I are dating, and-"

"You're dating Kenma?" A third voice comes from behind and I whip my head around to see Akari standing right next to us, in front of her locker. Shit... how long had she been there? And fuck, I'd been so worried about facing Kuroo, I'd completely forgotten that Akari liked Kenma.

"Uh..." I couldn't form words. 

Akari's expression was teary, "I didn't... I mean, I thought you two were just friends but... but.. good for you..." 

She couldn't say anything further, just rushed away in the opposite direction.

"Akari, wait!" I called out but she was already halfway gone. I turned around and Kuroo was still there.

"I bet you're real happy now," I told him, my eyes stinging with tears, "Watching me lose a friend and all."

Kuroo's expression was stiff, almost angry, "Why can't you get it through your brain that I've never had hostility towards you? You think I want to see you upset? Is it 'cause of that stupid rivalry shit?"

"Stop acting like that 'rivalry shit' was one sided," I yelled at him which caused a few people to stare, but I didn't care, "Just admit it, you never cared about me. Even after we got past that we always did what you wanted, if you wanted to kiss me in front of everyone it was okay, but if I wanted a relationship, suddenly we were just friends with benefits?!"

I took a deep breathe as I finished my little rant. Kuroo's face was dark.

"You know what?" He muttered, "Maybe we were better as rivals."

My heart sank, "Maybe."

Kuroo took a deep sigh and then looked at me, "Hope you're happy with Kenma. See you around, y/n."

And with that, he walked away, but I didn't have any time to process what just happened because class was about to start.

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Author's Note

kinda rushed thru this chapter but ty for reading. <3