“Fucking teacher.” You muttered under your breath as you mopped the gym floor aggressively. “Stupid classmate was being an annoying ass bitch, it’s not my fault that she didn’t see me put my leg out as she walked past my desk and tripped! Why do I have to be in detention.”
You spun around angrily and slammed the mop into the bucket of soapy water, sending water flying everywhere as you yanked it back out and smacked it back down on the ground.
You had had it with one of your ditzy female classmates and decided to take matters into your own hands since the teacher wasn’t doing anything.
She had been flirting shamelessly with one of the new guys in the class and kept making excuses to walk past him and up to the teachers desk to ‘ask a question’
The ‘question’ was usually something stupid or meaningless and it was just griping on you that the teacher was allowing her to interrupt the class so often with questions that CLEARLY came from the single brain cell she owned.
Then, on her way back to her desk, she would put on this over exaggerated walk, swinging her hips flamboyantly and flipping her hair as she giggled and smiled at her male interest as she passed his desk.
This had happened 7 TIMES now and you had had it with her antics so when she passed your desk the next time you stuck a foot out and tripped her up, sending her sprawling on the floor in front of her crush.
The whole class cheered for you and your nearest desk mates gave you high fives so OBVIOUSLY everyone else was feeling the same way. Except the teacher of course, who gave you a stern talking to and put you on detention, making you clean the floor in the gym auditorium.
That’s why you were stuck here for the next few hours.
You continued to mop haphazardly as you scowled are the ground, pretending it was the teachers face occasionally and taking your anger out on it.
The boys volleyball team were in practice and you tried not to look at them too much but it was difficult because your number one BAE was shirtless and directing his boys not even 5 meters from you.
Kuroo Tetsurō, the Nekoma High volleyball captain, the hottest guy in school.
Athletic, well built, tall, smooth and fucking irresistible. You had fallen for him the minute you saw him but you had rarely spoken to him, he was basically a god and you can’t just walk up and talk to a god.
On top of being pissed at your teacher you were fueled by embarrassment at having to MOP the goddamn floor in the gym room in front of Mr perfection.
“God just kill me now.” You groaned internally as your eyes momentarily met his. “This is so fucking embarrassing.”
Just then the coach called an end to practice and the boys went to the locker rooms to change.
“Y/N.” The coach called. “Clean up these balls and nets will you? It’s part of your detention.”
You just stared at him. “He’s shitting me right now, right? He did NOT just add to my detention because he’s a lazy ass…”
The coach just picked up his clipboard from the chair nearby and walked off.
“This bitch.” You seethed internally as you watched him walk away, desperately refraining from throwing the sopping wet mop at the back of his head.
You sighed heavily as he left the auditorium, leaving you standing there to clean up all of the volley ball mess as well as finish your cleaning duty.
You put the mop back in the bucket and walked over to the closest volley ball, picking it up and pegging it over the volleyball net to the other side.
“Throwing that actually made me feel better…” you thought as walked over to another ball to throw it.
“YEET!” You screamed as you threw it with all your might.
“That’s a powerful arm you have there.” A medium voice said casually from the sidelines and you jumped violently, not realizing someone had been watching you.
Your head snapped in the direction of the voice and you nearly died, it was Kuroo.
You opened and shut your mouth a few times like some kind of retarded goldfish but no words came out.
Kuroo laughed and walked over to you. “You need to punt it like what we do though, you can’t just throw it.”
“It’s easier throwing it.” You said, mentally smacking yourself in the head for coming out with such a stupid line.
He smirked. “Yeah true but try punting it, I want to see if you can do it.”
He walked over and picked up a ball and tossed it to you. You caught it and set it up on your hand like you had seen them do in practice before tossing it up and jumping, your palm slamming into the back of it.
You were sure you had nailed that one but it just flopped unceremoniously onto the ground in the middle of the court.
“Here.” He said, getting another ball. “Try this.” He added walking around behind you and wrapping his arm around you to guide your hand while he gave you instructions on what to do once you had thrown the ball up. “Your name’s Y/N right?” He said in your ear at the end, his breath on your neck causing you to break out in goosebumps.
You nodded, desperately trying to calm your beating heart as his muscular arms touched yours, his torso up against your back. “H-how did you know my name?” You finally asked.
“Doesn’t matter does it?” He said as he stepped back to give you some room. “Although I pay attention to the names of people who interest me.”
You were extremely grateful he couldn’t see your face at that point because you had broken out in a hot sweat at his sentence.
You took a deep breath in and focused on the ball as you tossed it up for the serve.
You hit it hard as it came within reach of your hand and amazingly it made a perfect line across the net to the other side of the court.
“I DID IT!!” You celebrated as you spun to face him.
His eyes quickly snapped up to your face and he cleared his throat a bit before congratulating you.
“W-was he just staring at my ass??” You gasped internally.
“So uh, why you in here?” Kuroo asked, changing the subject.
“I’m on detention.” You mumbled angrily.
“Oh? Naughty girl huh?” He smirked. “What did you do?”
You told him the story and he laughed.
“I would have been one of the ones clapping.” He said with a wink. “She sounds annoying.”
“Right??” You replied enthusiastically. “I’m glad you understand.”
“So what you doing after this, trouble maker? Wanna get a drink?” He asked smoothly as he picked up another ball and spun it on his finger.
“M-me?” You said incredulously. “You want to get a drink with me??”
“Yeah?” He said as his gorgeous hazel, grey eyes met yours. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re cute and naughty all in one, I wanna get to know you better…”
You blushed. “O-oh! Umm…yes definitely, let’s do it.”
“Careful what you say there, that could be taken the wrong way by someone less controlled than myself.” He said lowly with a devious chuckle.
You went bright red in the face and covered your mouth to hide the squeak of surprise that threatened to come out.
“Sorry… too much?” He said with a nervous chuckle.
“N-no I…I just can’t believe my luck, the hottest guy in school is flirting with me.” You replied.
Now it was his turn to blush.
“You think I’m hot??”
You nodded. “You’re beyond hot Kuroo.”
“Well…this going WAY better than I ever expected it would.” He said with a laugh. “I’m glad you got a detention today and ended up in here.”
You wrinkled your nose and poked your tongue out at him playfully.
“Maybe I need to get a detention every day from now on.” You sneered.
“Well if they catch us making out in the store room then it’s bound to happen.” He replied back with a smirk.