Test Me (Tsuki x Kuroo)

Chapter 12

The coffee shop has two floors. The first one is meant for customers on the go and the second for those with time to sit down. We get a table there - a big booth by the windows with enough seats for all the members of the Karasuno and the Nekoma team who agreed on going out for a treat after practice. I am not one of these members but am currently staying with someone who is and so was forced to tag along.

Kuroo said it would be fun - hanging out together without a net separating us - I doubted it. We're sitting next to each other now, watching Noya and Tanaka gawk at the waitress in the seats in front of us, and surprisingly enough, I was right. This is not fun.

"Will you keep playing in college?" Kuroo asks Kageyama. Our setter is sitting on the other side of Kuroo, in front of Hinata, whose eyes frenetically follow whatever game Kenma is playing on his console while his hands move as if independently from his body towards the tiny fluffy pancake disks only to shove them in his mouth again and again.

Kageyama's eyes are religiously focused on the red-haired boy in horror, as if he's a spider that might disappear if he looks away. One knows that's infinitely worse than having it on sight.

"Hm, yeah." He nods at Kuroo. "You?"

"Definitely," Kuroo says, and then. "Is he always like that?"

Kageyama shakes his head as if resetting, "Who?" He turns to Kuroo to ask the question but quickly turns it back at Hinata. I guess the resetting failed.

"The kid," Kuroo says, pointing at Hinata.

Kageyama angrily sips from his orange juice. I think Kageyama does everything angrily. 

"An absolute idiot?"

Across the table, Daichi throws a crumpled napkin at him, "Language!"

Kageyama frowns, but still whispers, "It's true."

Kuroo smiles and I look at him do it.

"I think I'm gonna order something else," Tanaka says in front of me.

"No!" Suga says from somewhere on the table, like an omnipresent mother. "No more food for you. You still have loads in front of you. Do you wanna throw up? Cause that's how you throw up."

"No..." Tanaka grumbles.

Noya smiles, "I'm just gonna ask for a glass of water."

This time, it's a straw that comes flying towards our end of the table. Towards Noya.

"Just quit harassing the poor girl," Asahi says, the paper case from where the straw flew still in his hand.

"We're not harassing her," Tanaka argues.

"You keep staring at her," I point out. "You're obviously making her feel uncomfortable."

Both Tanaka and Noya turn red in embarrassment.

"Now I feel bad," Tanaka moans.

"You should." I nod, spreading strawberry jam on top of my pancakes. I'm interrupted, of course, because Noya, who had gotten up for the glass of water, decides attacking me somehow makes him less guilty.

I don't mind it too much. In fact, I don't mind it at all. I could take him down if I wanted, in any case. The kid is half my size. 

I don't take him down. Instead, I wait for him to be done and then go back to my pancakes with a smug smile. Winding him up somehow adds taste to my food. 

Under the table, Kuroo's foot touches mine and that somehow adds even more taste to the whole of it. 

"The girls were right," A guy with short, thick eyebrows and a mohawk dyed blond says. He's sitting next to Lev, the tall silly self-proclaimed ace of Nekoma. I've paid close attention to both during practice because while the latter thinks he's the ace, the former actually is.