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I had to force myself to pull away from Kuroo. I'd been melting into the kiss, and could have made out with him for hours. Our faces were still close as I looked him in the eye.

"Fuck," I whispered, "I can't do this. I shouldn't. Kenma... me and him..."

"Fuck," Kuroo echoed me under his breath, backing away, "I don't know what I was thinking."

We both let out a sigh in unison, a small smirk tugging at the ends of Kuroo's mouth at that. He reached for my hand and spoke just one simple word, "Sorry.:

"It's okay," I muttered back, but I really meant it.

For everything. I knew the second his lips met mine that I'd forgiven him. I didn't care about the stupid fight. I really just wanted to move on.

We both sat there on the steps in silence for a few minutes, eyes straight ahead. I could hear Kuroo breathing very clearly.

Another couple minutes went by, and I glanced at Kuroo. He noticed, and turned toward me, smirking, "What, can't keep your eyes off me?"

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes at him.

"You have a boyfriend, y/n," He scolded playfully, "Shouldn't be looking at other guys. No matter how attracted you are."

"I am not attracted to you," I scoffed. He was being bold, considering I had just forgiven him.

"Oh yeah?" He smirked, "Then why'd you kiss me just now?"

"We both agreed that was a mistake."

"Oh, really?" Kuroo slowly moved closer, "Well, let me know if this is a mistake too..."

Before I had a chance to realize what was happening, his hand was on my thigh, moving up slightly which caused goosebumps all over me. He was real bold.

"Are you drunk?" I ask him, but my voice is low, trying to contain the pressure between my legs as Kuroo teases me with his hand.

"Does it matter?"

I don't want to respond. Instead, having enough of the teasing, I grab Kuroo's face with my hands, pulling him into me and kissing him with tongue. His hand travelled up my shirt, running up and down my back, his cold hands making me shiver.

I'm not entirely sure he's actually drunk. I know I'm definitely not. But both of us are acting like we are, unable to control our actions. I'm not thinking of anyone else in the moment. I just know I want him so badly. 

Kuroo makes an attempt to lift up my dress, but I stop him.

"We can't do this here," I whispered, "Anyone can see us if they try to get up the stairs."

Kuroo pulls back, his eyes dripping with desperation. Fuck. He wants me just as bad, I can tell, and that makes me feel like I'm winning.

He looks around for a second and his eyes stop in front of a big white door. It was Kageyama's coat closet, and a very big one at that. Convenient.

Kuroo looks at me, silently asking a question as he gets up and offers me his hand. I smirk, taking it as he leads me to the door, pulling it open to reveal a fairly empty closet.