“W-Why do I need to open my eyes?” You stammered as your attention remained keenly focused on his strong hands holding your wrists.
“If you can’t look at me shirtless we’re gonna have some problems.” He said lowly.
“Why do I need to see you shirtless anyway?” You asked as you slowly popped an eye open and looked into his cat like irises.
“I don’t need you to be passing out court side when I lift up my shirt to wipe my face.” He said with a smirk as he kept his face bent down to your level.
“I’m not going to pass out.” You pouted as you popped your other eye open, “I’m not that much of a light weight.”
“So you’re cool if I just chill in my boxers now then?” He asked cheekily as he let go of your wrists and reached for his school belt.
“Boxers?!” You screeched.
“SHHH!” He hushed loudly as he lunged for your mouth with his hand, “god, ok, ok, I was kidding!”
“Stop being a weirdo.” You huffed from behind his hand as you pulled your face away and plopped down stiffly on his bed.
He smirked and walked back to his wardrobe to continue getting changed.
“So, I’m still curious.” He said as he looked back over his shoulder at you, a small smirk pulling at his pursed lips, “what made you take my picture the other day?”
Your eyes widened and you looked down and scratched your cheek with nervousness.
“You matched the description I told Liisa and Nora.” You said with as much matter of factness as you could muster, “and I thought you were hot so…”
“You think I’m hot?” He asked with a bit of surprise.
“Uh, yeah? Have you seen you?” You replied with furrowed brows as you gestured to all of him. “Pretty sure you know you’re hot too.”
“I’m not, but thanks.” He replied with a small chuckle, a smirk pulling at his lips that went unnoticed by you.
“W-Well what about you? Do you have a type?” You asked bashfully as you looked away.
“I like girls with long hair.” He replied frankly.
“Oh.” You replied softly, heart rate increasing.
[A/N: If you have short hair just forget this bit or pretend you have long hair]“Why do you ask?” He asked with a knowing smirk on his face as he pulled a shirt on and ruffled his hair to maintain his signature look.
“No reason.” You said quickly then changed subjects. “So why am I here again? And don’t say anything about the anal and s&m thing!” You added quickly.
“Oh? But that’s exactly why you’re here, isn’t it?” He jeered as he turned and walked over to you, crawling up onto the end of the bed as his narrow, hazel coloured eyes locked onto you.
You shrunk away, backing up the bed as he crawled closer.
“D-Don’t even think about messing with me I’ll… I’ll…”
“Squeak like a little mouse?” He teased.
“Mice bite you know.” You warned as he placed his hands either side of your legs. “I’ll knew you in the chest!” You warned louder as you cowered back on the bed.
“There’s a lot of talk and not much action going on here, short stack.” Kuroo teased as he crawled all the way over you. “Maybe you’d better start doing what you’re saying you’re gonna do.”
You swallowed heavily, staring into his eyes.
“If you’re not gonna stand up for yourself people are going to walk all over you.” He added as he rolled off you and lay beside you on the bed, tucking his arms up behind his head and letting out a relaxed sigh.
“What is this? Life lessons 101 with Kuroo Tetsuro?” You asked with a playful snort.
“You can laugh all you like but you know I’m right, doormat-chan, Liisa and Nora walk all over you.”
You grunted and looked away.
“So what music do you like?” He asked.
“Really? Change subjects just like that?” You deadpanned as you looked back at him.
“We’re here to chill and get to know each other right?” He said as he rolled his head to the side to look at you, “unless you wanna do anal?”
“Ill take the more family friendly alternative, thanks.” You said loudly.
He chuckled, the bed vibrating with his baritone voice.
………………………………
Later that night, when you’d gotten back home, M/F rang you.
“Yo.” You said calmly as you answered the phone.
“Did you fuck?” She asked bluntly.
You nearly dropped your phone.
“Oh my god?! What is with you and Kuroo and thinking I walk around with my legs open. This isn’t a fucking, red light district, I’m not open for that kinda business!” You said as you waved your arm around erratically.
“So what happened then? You two dating for reals now?” She pressed.
“Man, I wish, but no, he’s avoiding that topic all together, definitely seems like this is just going to be a straight laced fake dating situation.” You said glumly as you flopped down on your bed.
“You never know?” M/F sung promisingly.
“Those kinds of happy ending only happen in fan fiction.” You replied bluntly, “I’d better just get used to the fact that I’m faking dating a hot guy and not complain about my lot in life… it could have ended a lot worse.” You said.
“Yeah true.” She replied, “but you never know, he might actually like you?”
“Well if he did, you think he would have made a move by now, he’s not exactly the shy type.” You grunted.
“Fair.” She replied, “anyway, you gonna be going over to his house more?”
“Well, he asked me to come and watch him practice after school tomorrow so I’m gonna do that, won’t be walking home with ya, girly, hope that’s ok?” You said with a smile.
“Go for it, if it means he might just fall for you then I’m all for it.” She replied.
“Thanks babe, you’re a keeper.”
…………………………….
“Y/N, come and toss some balls for us.” Kuroo called to you as you sat awkwardly on the side bench watching the Nekoma boys play that next afternoon.
“Who me?” You asked with surprise.
“Is there another, Y/N, here?” Kuroo deadpanned, “all you gotta do is throw the balls over the net, doesn’t matter where they go because we’re practicing receiving so the more haphazard the throw, the better.”
“Yeah thanks for the snide comment, boyfriend.” You retorted as you got up and walked over to the ball cart, grabbing a ball out and lobbing it over the net towards Kuroo’s head.
“It’s like a bunny is throwing cotton balls at me.” He teased as he poked his tongue out a little, grabbing the volleyball mid-air with one hand.
You pouted with faux annoyance then grabbed another ball and turned around, ready to throw.
You pegged it over the net and one of the team members dived for it, sending it up in the air for Kuroo to spike it.
Seeing that you were in his firing line you quickly ran off court to get out of the way, the ball whizzing past you, narrowly missing your hip.
“Almost.” Kuroo teased.