pipsqueak. → kuroo x reader

2.

           Before you knew it, the end of your week arrived. You had done all you could for your friend Narita and texted and talked to as many girls as you could into coming to this party. You also did your own digging and found the socials of some of the guys coming to show off and you would be lying if you didn't think all of them were also cute.

          All afternoon you were staring in your mirror. It wasn't that often you could dress in casual clothes with friends. Most of the time it was your uniform at school, or going somewhere after school and staying in your uniform. Getting to style again really did excite you, but this was your first party since going to Nekoma. And if other girls from Nekoma were going to be there it was possible there will be a target on your back. Maybe they wouldn't recognize you without all the piercings or if you looked like you cared?

  You were so glad that Narita agreed to meet you at your apartment and travel with you, which would help ease your nerves walking into the party with the person who invited you. Being with Karasuno guys would help. You almost backed out of it so many times but it would be hypocritical of you to have convinced at least 40 girls to go to this and then not be there yourself. Also, maybe you missed the party scene a little bit. You could let loose a little bit.

          You tried on so many outfits, some casual, some fancy, some femme, some hardcore, but landed on something in the middle: landing on one of your favorite looks. A red skirt with black thigh-high boots and a black sweater. You accessorized with your favorite jewelry, and it took longer than you wanted but your hair was perfect. These were some hot volleyball guys, but let's see if they end up earning you looking this good. If they do, you might reveal your secret weapon underneath a black mesh see-through long sleeve with your lacy black bra underneath. But until then: your sweater was staying on and covered.

        Narita and Ennoshita arrived just on time at 7:00, you noted their punctuality to make fun of them. When you opened the door they both were caught off guard by your appearance.

       "You guys couldn't even try to be fashionably late if you wanted to, huh?" You gave your opening line.

       "Uh-huh-uh." Narita fumbled the line.

       "That's a good sign, you look like you want to vomit which means I picked the right outfit." You smiled, grabbed your keys, your wallet, and your skateboard to keep up with these long-legged fools of friends you had and shut the door behind you, "Let's go!"

       And that was it, you all left and found a train car with no one in it. Which was rare for a friday night but not rare for this part of Miyagi. It wasn't a long ride, but you couldn't wait for the party to start. This week was too much studying and stress and you couldn't wait to put that energy elsewhere. The only parties you'd been too were wild and people would be fighting and crazy and you were hoping this one would be a good refresher on what they should look like. You might make out with someone tonight, because why not? It's not like you'd see most of these guys again. You started playing music on your phone and used one of the cups that Narita had in his backpack to bring to the party to make the speaker louder. The three of you were jamming. Well, you were jamming. The other two were nervously tapping their feet.

        All the way until you guys were one stop from your destination. Then a group of guys got on.

       "Karasuno, eh?" A tall guy with bed head got on with a few of his friends, "I see you guys know when to start the party."

     "Oi! You know it." Narita jumped up and Ennoshita followed close behind. You stopped dancing, suddenly uncomfortable with the new additions. Being the only girl in a train filled with guys as tall and broad as this wasn't exactly a safe feeling. You could hold your own but you recognized them from Nekoma.

You recognized all their faces. Not all their names. But you didn't think they would recognize you. Please, don't remember me.

      You were only standing there maybe a minute, awkwardly staring at your new shoes before:

     "Hey, Ennoshita. Who's your friend?"

     "Oh, right." Ennoshita turned around and saw you scrolling through your phone, "Yo, (Y/N), come here."

      "Yeah?" You took a step forward, grabbing a railing for support and turned down your music. The guys got the message and decided to spread out a bit.  You finally got a good look at them, 5 guys. The guy on the left was kind of short, with long blonde hair and more absorbed in his phone than the conversation. Guy second to the left was really tall and obviously young with gray hair. One on the right is short but probably older than you. And the far right was a guy with a blond mohawk, you knew him to be in your year. He wasn't in your class last year but he always intimidated girls in your year but never you. But the guy in the middle: wow. That's the one you knew all too well.

       "This is (L/N) (Y/N), she's in our class and helped us all in planning the party. And this is Kenma, Lev, Kuroo, Yaku, and—" Ennoshita is cut off by your hand suddenly being taken by the last gentleman.

       "Taketora Yamamoto." Your hand was in his and he was on one knee on the ground. You couldn't help but laugh, and you thought the stories about Tanaka were bad. "I noticed you as soon as the train came into the station. It was like slow motion. Your beauty is as radiant and painful as the sun. I would love to ask you—"

Good to know I'm more attractive now. Last year you never even gave me a second glance.

        Then the guy you knew to be Kuroo held him up by the back of his shirt collar, "What did I say was the one rule of you coming to this party?"

        "Don't scare the ladies." The guy slumped over in his clutches.

         "Right." Kuroo put him down, then smiled and put his hand to the back of his neck. Wow, his bicep. "Sorry, about him. It's not that you don't deserve that kind of reaction, but he pretty much does that to every girl he meets."

       "Oh, no! It's okay. I'm flattered." You smiled sheepishly. You pulled your sleeve over your fingers and tucked your arms under your chest.

       The normal conversation continued on from there, but you couldn't help but keep meeting Kuroo's eye. You'd try to stay focused on other people talking but you couldn't stop looking at him. He had on the most stylish street clothes to match his look, some tight-fitting black cargo pants with a dark red T-shirt tucked in, and fitted him perfectly with a dark bomber jacket over it. His sneakers also matched the look and you could see a chain popping through on his neck and an across the shoulder bag. Definitely the best dressed of these boys. He looked like he would break your heart and to be honest, it was his biggest appeal.

You knew exactly who he was, too. The biggest heart throb of Nekoma. Every girl gave him chocolates on Valentines because not only was he handsome, athletic, charming but he was also his years' representative from being #1 in his year. He made every girl he talked to feel like she was the only one in the world, which often led to awkward public confessions to him. But the best part was that he was never doing it on purpose and you could tell that. It was just who he was, he didn't beg for anyone's attention. Those girls just gave it to him. You were never really one of the girls to do something like that, though, you never got close enough to find out. You've never talked to him before today.

    I guess that could change today, what could it hurt. After tonight you'd never see him again. Maybe he could be your conquest.