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i’m not good with people
kuroo looks up to sudden call of the barista, eyes following the cup placed on the counter, and he’s sure that it’s his, almost certain of it, so he makes his way to take it, start the day right before heading to school.
but then someone beats him to it — another hand grabbing the cup from its place on the countertop, and to his surprise, his awful, horrifying surprise, that hand belonged to you.
you bring it up to your lips, taking a swig as if you’re confident it’s yours (it’s not) and he blinks, trying his best to make sense of the situation.
you. it’s actually you. the one person he’s been crushing on since the first year — totally stealing his cup of coffee.
“oh god.” you set the cup down, a look of disgust making through your face, and your nose scrunch, “that’s horrible coffee.”
he watches you say this, scoffing as he does, the corners of his lips turning upwards as he watches you try to flush out the taste, and kuroo almost feels offended.
“that’s actually my coffee order.” he tells you, walking up to where you stood, and he points to the cup in your hands; the obvious ‘kt’ written on the side of it.
you grimace, still tasting the bitter coffee in your mouth, “you really shouldn’t be proud of that.” you tell him, joking.
he feels like scoffing again, but a grin breaks out on his face instead, like he couldn’t help it when he’s around you.
“wait — you’re the guy from school.” you say, your tone sounding as if you solved a puzzle.
and he tilts his head, amused, “the guy from school?” he grins, flushing back the thought that you actually, sort of, kind of, knew of him.
“you don’t know me?” you ask, eyebrows quirking, and a grin playing by your lips.
oh, but kuroo does know you - he knows you well. he’s been classmates with you since freshman year at nekoma, and whilst the two of you never had any reason to interact, that didn’t really stop him from getting to know you as much as he possibly could.
he knows you’ve been reading the same jane austen novel for the past week now, he knows your favorite seat in the bleachers is the one on the far right corner by the clearing, and he knows a million other little details about you that’d probably be enough to earn him a restraining order if you’d found it more creepy and less charming.
call him observant, sure - but kenma’s called it a crush, and he feels that was way more accurate.
kuroo gives you a look, “and you know me?”
“yeah.” you nod, “you’re the guy from school.”
“you’re funny.” he tells you, crossing his arms, and he tries to act insulted, but there’s a sharp grin on his face that he can’t brush off, and that’s enough for you to know that he’s enjoying this conversation more than he’s letting on.
it’s funny; he’s sat five seats away from you for a whole year now and the two of you haven’t really had a conversation except for this one, and yet it just felt so comfortable talking to you, so natural that it stings even more that he’s never tried to do it before.
“flirting with me doesn’t change the fact that you don’t know how to order good coffee.” you tell him, shoulders rising as you smile.
and he tilts his head, his words mixing with a nervous swirl of laughter, “i was not flirting.”
not like he could anyways — this whole thing right now; him talking to you, is highly coincidental. if you hadn’t taken his coffee, if he hadn’t picked this cafe today, he’d probably still never worked up the courage to actually talk to you.
kuroo’d still be stuck, staring at you from five seats away, trying to figure out what novel you were trying to read or where you sat in the bleachers just so he can steal a glimpse of you every now and then when he plays.
if you hadn’t been here today, taking his coffee (and mocking him for it) he’d probably never get to talk to you at all.
“you weren’t flirting?” you ask him, crossing your arms, and the look on your face almost made him believe it was genuine.
kuroo shrugs, as honest as he could be, “i wasn’t.” (but he thinks, i would if i could.)
and you give him a nod, fixing your coat as you prepare to leave the café, your nose still a bit red from the cold, and kuroo’s only a little bit disappointed that the conversation ended almost as soon as it happened.
you give him a smile, “i kinda wish you were.”
(you leave the café. it takes him two minutes before running after you.)
🍊 어두워도 내 눈엔 네가 가장 빛이 나니까 - now playing [orange.mp3]
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Some icons of the first years that I made,feel free to use them
tendou satori icons ¡! ୧⍤⃝🦀
|｡･㉨･)っ♡ haikyuu manga
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pls he too cute
── Inouka Icons
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네가 울 때 나는 무너진다.
tanaka layouts !
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(and a baby)
atsumu miya icons pt 2/2
Hey there, my request box /is that what you called them-/ are now opened for your icons request.
You could request any manga characters you want, remember only the manga one! (Without colour/black & white)
➺ Yashiro Nene, Pastel pink
➺ Hinata shouyou, Orange
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