pipsqueak. → kuroo x reader

6.

Kuroo started looking out in the area you guys were in, you kind of forgot what you were doing. You started watching the volleyball game that was going on. You remembered earlier how Kuroo mentioned if there was a volleyball game tonight he would definitely take the opportunity to show off. Yet, instead, he's helping you find your sweater.

"Hey, don't you want to be playing that?" You asked, pointing at the game. You saw his eyes follow your finger and saw the quick flash of longing in his eyes watching his friend Bokuto spike in front of him.

"I'll get to play with them again tomorrow I'm sure. Right now, I have the opportunity of helping you, so I'll keep doing that." Kuroo said, "I don't see it out here though. Let's go look inside, yeah?"

"Okay, yeah." You said, hoping you would get the chance to make a move on this guy without feeling the need to get too flustered. You were drunk enough to do that much right?

        Kuroo opened the sliding door, and you walked in behind him. This place was much messier than how you left it. It couldn't have been more than an hour since you were here last and people were going crazy. It was hot and you could practically taste the sweat in the air. It was without a doubt disgusting but people were really enjoying it. Guys and girls were dancing, girls were leaning against one wall and a bunch of guys were on the other side of the room waiting to make their move.

      You took too long of a second to pause and look around you didn't notice Kuroo has moved too far ahead. You ran up and grabbed the back of his shirt. He looked back confused until he saw your red face, hair kind of messy, wearing his jacket. His heart was melted in a puddle on the floor.

      "Sorry, I didn't want to get lost in this." You said, releasing his shirt that you had crumpled up in your hand out of reflex.

        "In that case," Kuroo took your hand in his, "this is probably more reliable. Stay close, yeah?"

        He is too good at this. Maybe you bit off more than you could chew with him. Your face felt hot, almost too hot, to the point of maybe needing to take off his jacket. But you just didn't want to. Normally this was not the person you'd be. You were never going to see this guy again so why not just make your move now and move on to someone new. But you couldn't. He was being so kind to you. You–

          Someone interrupted your thought. You noticed a girl sitting on your sweater on a dining room table. You let go of Kuroo's hand and he noticed instantly, but noticed you were moving toward your sweater and just watched from afar.

           "Excuse me, I'm sorry that's my sweater." You politely motioned toward your sweater under her.

            "I know." was all this girl said then continued to sit on it.

             "Okay, do you mind standing up for a second so I can take it?" You asked, but she ignored you. She was this very pretty girl. You had never seen her before. You didn't think she went to Karasuno. Maybe Nekoma? She head bleach blond hair with grown-out roots, but still, her hair looked healthy and shiny. Her eyes were pretty poking through her bangs, and wore the most beautiful and flattering dress to match her looks.

           Since she didn't respond to you, you took the liberty of taking what was yours and pulling on your sweater.

           "What do you think you're doing, whore?" She slammed her fist on top of the sleeve you had pulled on.

             "I just would really like my sweater back, please." You said. You felt as if you had been knocked to your feet while standing. Her eyes were piercing and ferocious, unlike the pretty ones you saw earlier, there was truly nothing like a good scare to throw you back into sobriety. It felt like you were sleeping in class and were just woken up. This girl had to have no idea who she was messing with.