Really Fake Chapter 12: Scheming Kuroo

A few moments later Pa arrived with a tray with 3 mugs of his ‘famous’ hot chocolate.

You were about to jump up and help him but Kuroo beat you to it, reaching out and taking the tray so that your pa could seat himself while Kuroo handed out the drinks.

“One for my girl.” Kuroo said with a sly wink as he passed you a mug of hot chocolate.

You took it with a slight scowl on your face, seething that he was acting so sweet in front of pa.

“This bitch.” You growled internally.

“Aaaand one for the man of the house.” Kuroo said in a charming rich voice as he handed one mug to your, now seated, pa.

“Oh, thank you, young man.” Your pa replied with a gummy smile as he took the mug from him.

“And one for me.” Kuroo replied with a grin as he took the last mug and sat down beside you.

All three of you sipped quietly for a few moments before Kuroo spoke again.

“That’s a good hot chocolate, Mr L/N.” He said with a warm smile at the elderly man.

“This bitch is sucking up to him.” You seethed as you gave Kuroo the stank eye.

“What?” Kuroo chuckled as he slyly looked at you to see if you were watching him and pa talk.

“Nothing.” You grumbled as you took a large mouthful of hot chocolate and sat there brooding, with most of the drink in your cheeks.

“What sports do you play, Tit?” Pa asked Kuroo in his warbly voice.

You nearly choked on your drink as it took a wrong turn and went into your lungs.

“Pa!?” You wheezed, coughing and choking as you put your drink down.

“You alright, honeysuckle?” Pa asked innocently, “need a good smack on the back?”

You shook your head from side to side, still coughing violently as Kuroo reached across and rubbed your back.

“You can’t call him, Tit!” You rasped at your pa, “his name is Tetsuro!”

“Tit-sure-oh?” Pa asked innocently.

“No!” You wheezed.

“Y/N, it’s fine.” Kuroo chuckled before turning back to your pa, “you can call me, Tit, I don’t mind.”

“Well thank you, you can call me pa, you’re part of the family now.” Pa replied warmly.

“Umm, excuse me, what?!” You thought as you stared directly at your pa, “all of a sudden he’s in the family now??”

“Piece of cake.” Kuroo whispered lowly as he sat back in his seat and your head whipped towards him.

“You scheming, lanky fuck, you know exactly what you’re doing!” You whispered harshly at him.

He let out a low devious chuckle as he took another sip of his drink.

“I’m gonna fucking slap you.” You seethed.

“So, sports, pa?” Kuroo asked your pa loudly, “did you play back in the day?”

“Was king of the court, young Tit.” Pa replied proudly as he put his mug down.

“Oh ho! Were you now?” Kuroo asked with a smirk, “volleyball?”

“Marbles, Tit, marbles!” Your pa exclaimed, “a real sport!”

Kuroo let out a hearty laugh.

“Ah I see! King of the marble court, eh?”

Your pa nodded.

“Tell me about the people you versed.” Kuroo said as he sat his own mug down and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, showing that pa had his full attention.

“Ahhh,” your pa said, getting a far away look in his eye as he pulled up memories of his time in school, playing marbles down by the drink trough. “Good ol’ Timmy Mullens had a commie that would always leave us beat.”

“What did Timmy Mullens look like?” Kuroo asked.

“Good looking kid with brown hair, always had a smirk on his face.” Your pa said thoughtfully, “had to watch’im though.”

“Ahhh he sounds like Toru Oikawa, from Aobajōsai.” Kuroo mused with a chuckle, “gotta watch him too.”

“Who?” You asked.

“Actually you’ll get to see him at the match.” Kuroo said as he turned to you, “you’re coming to watch me play against Aobajōsai, aren’t you?”

“Uhhhhhh…..” You stalled, “umm, I guess?”

“That’s my girl.” Kuroo said with a wink before he went back to talking to your pa.

You sat there, trying to figure Kuroo out, he seemed to be a nice guy but at the same time he was a little bit devious and conniving and you berated yourself again for being stupid enough to be falling for him.

“You just need to play his game, Y/N, just don’t let your feelings get in the way, flirt with him and be the one to take HIM down, not the other way around.”

You held your head a little higher at that thought then picked your mug up to drink some more hot chocolate.

“Just you wait, Kuroo, I can play the part of girlfriend and not get attached, watch me…”

……………………………..

It was now end of the week and you made your way to the gym at the end of the day to watch the match between Nekoma and Aobajōsai.

Kuroo and you had chatted about what happened the day that he ended up at your place and you assured him it was fine for him to pretend flirt, you were fine with it now, or whatever.

He was still a little coy, not wanting to hurt you so you decided to take the lead and flirt with him instead so he knew where the bar was set.

You walked into the gym and made a bee line for him, walking straight past the players of the Aobajōsai team and punching Kuroo in the torso so he hunched over slightly.

“Ahhh, that’s better,” you said sweetly as his head neared yours while he clutched his torso, “now I can give you a kiss for the game.” You added as you bent your head past his and hissed in his ear. “I’m not actually going to kiss you, idiot, but make it look like I am.”

Kuroo smirked and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body into his and tilting his head around to yours, your lips just holding back from each other.

“Convincing enough for you?” He whispered in a husky voice as his hot breath mingled with yours.

You could feel your face flushing and you quickly pulled back and looked away.

“G-Good luck with your game.” You said quickly before running over to the side bench and sitting down.

“D-Did you two actually kiss just then?” The vice captain, Kai, whispered to Kuroo as the tall, handsome volleyballer approached him.

“Nah.” Kuroo chuckled, “just playing the part.”

As you sat down and looked up – trying not to pay Kuroo too much attention – your eyes glossed the Aobajōsai team.

One of the players from the team was looking across at you and he gave you a small smirk and winked before being called by one of his team mates.

“Who the fuck is that?” You thought.

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