𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔, t. kuroo ✓

five.

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talked to the.. the bitch you fucked in the gym, haha!

a few more days pass before you left your fifth voicemail. you were doing fine (if random breakdowns counted as fine) until your friends had suggest a drinking game. one of them had stolen a few bottles from their older sibling or parents or whatever. you didn't know and honestly didn't care. eager to forget your problems if only for one night, you had agreed.

rookie mistake.

the rules were simple: spin the bottle. if it landed on you, call the first person in your call history, and go down the list. if you chickened out, you drank. most of the people you called were genuine friends, like akaashi and bokuto, who would both be worried about your current slurred state, so you chickened out. a lot.

and then you came across him. there was no way in hell that you were going to chicken out this time.

gathering around you and your phone, they started to giggle, causing you to loudly tell them to fuck off. kuroo faltered at the sharp edge sound of vulgar words leaving your lips, brows furrowing. he honestly didn't know whether to be proud or worried.

bet she loooooved that tiny sized dick, you rooster looking motherfucker! fuck, oh my god.

how could you do this to me? i fucking loved you! i stood by your side even when i got shit for it! because everyone knows about your infamous body count, and now i'm just another girl who got left behind by an.. an inconsiderate giant shit without a fucking—

you suddenly stop speaking, and the audio suggests that still breathing, so he continued to wait. and now you're.. laughing.

'giant shit'. what the fuck, (y/n).

i can't believe i fell for you. i was.. i was ready to drop everything for you! maybe not my pants. or maybe. dunno. i've never seen your dick before. is it big? i bet it fucking is. i heard her moaning before i got to the door, jackass!

you mimic her and he cringes physically, pressing his lips together as another laugh leaves your lips. at least you were being honest, right? drunken thoughts were the supposed truth, after all.

i'm so fucking tired. i'm tired of this. i'm tired of myself. i was never enough for you, i guess! oh, i was talking about your other girlfriend, right. she came to me during lunch and she was actually so sweet, yknow? and at first, i was like, hell no. there's no way you fucked her and she's not coming to rub it in my face. but guess what? she's actually so kind and so sweet! she said she wouldn't have done it if she had known you were with someone and i damn well started crying, snort.

so the question, my little rooster, is: did you tell her we were a thing? cause like, the dating thing? your idea. remember that? i went along with it because i thought i'd be getting a boyfriend! not a fuck buddy.

there's a big fucking difference, tetsurō.

are we even still a thing? are we?

why did i even call you? i hate you.

mm, i'm tired again. bye-bye! mwah.

the message ends, but he doesn't even notice.

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