Kuroo ended up at the bar not often, but often enough. He's usually here with other people, but it's been a long day.
Kuroo's pov
Today was a fucking mess. I'm so happy I decided to pursue my passion and not live my life in an office cubical, but goddamn is stressful running your own business. I won't be here for long, just one drink. I motioned the bartender and asked for my drink before he turned around to grab the liquor.
"Hi um, this isn't my song so all credits go to Carrie Underwood but, this song really resonates with me right now and I've known it since like ever. Enjoy." The voice sounded almost familiar. It was warm.
I looked sideways to the stage front and center of the bar, drinking my whiskey slowly.
"Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a bleached-blond tramp and she's probably gettin' frisky
Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey" We made eye contact, he winked at me
"Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick showin' her how to shoot a combo, and he don't know,
Is that I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped of four wheel drive, carved my name into his leather seats.
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slashed a hole in all four tires, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats."
Wow. His voice, there's no way I can explain.
"Right now, she's probably up singing some white-trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now, she's probably sayin' "I'm drunk"
And he's a-thinkin' that he's gonna get lucky
Right now, he's probably dabbin' on
Three dollars worth of that bathroom Polo" He ran his hands up his neck and through his hair flipping his shoulder length, bleach blond hair, kind of ironic.
"Oh, and he don't know
That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive carved my name into his leather seats,
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights I slashed a hole in all four tires maybe next time he'll think before he cheats."
Who is this guy.
"I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl, cause the next time that he cheats, you know it won't be on me
No, not on me
'Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh, before he cheats."
When the song ended applause roared everywhere, I clapped as well. The boy smiled and bowed his head.
"Thanks guys." He said smiling widely into the microphone. He walked off the stage and I turned back to the bar, stunned beyond words. I looked over when someone sat next to me. It was him. I gulped down the rest of my whiskey before turning to him.
"You're really talented I-"
"I'm not really interested in talent scoutings, they're all bullshit anyways. No offense or anything." I smiled a little.
"I'm not a talent scout." I said in response. I looked back at the bartender and held up a two. He nodded.
"Tetsuro Kuroo, I'm a photographer actually." I held my hand out. He shook it.
"Kenma, Kozume. I'm a tattoo artist but I sing on the side, it's more for fun than it is for money." I nodded and the waiter sat our drinks down in front of us. Kenma turned his chair to me and crossed his legs.
