d0llch4rm

[d0llch4rm]

Finally male readers bruh

hello there, how are you doing?

I don't really know how to start a request since English isn't my first language, but could you write something with Kuroo tending to the reader's wounds after he gets into a fight? 🙏

By the way, thank God you write male reader, it's not so easy to find many in this app

hello anon im doing great !! thank you for the req and i agree i can barely ever find male reader fics sometimes 😔

STARTAFIGHT

kuroo tetsuro x male reader

wc: 1.8k

he's caught feelings for someone that thinks more with his fists than his head.

when kuroo gets your text that you need help, his first instinct is to panic. it isn't often that you reach out for support of any kind, let alone to him. hell, sometimes he thinks you genuinely do hate him. he shoves that little voice in the back of his head down. the heart wants what it wants, i guess...?

but he's quick to run over to your house, where he finds you standing out front. your hair's a mess, there's blood dripping from your nose, your knuckles are a mix of deep reds and muddy purples, and if he was being completely honest— as he always was— you looked like shit.

"hey." kuroo breathes out, trying to play off his quick arrival; as if he didn't sprint down six blocks to get there. he stands fully, clearing his throat and speaking again. "you need help." it wasn't a question; anyone with eyes could see that you had the crap beat out of you.

"you should see the other guy," you murmur, and there's the hint of a smile on your face. kuroo scoffs at that. of course you're acting normal. this is just an average tuesday for you.

"alright, idiot, c'mon," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "you're gonna get an infection— and don't pick at your scabs." he adds that last part with a swat of his hand, grabbing your wrist as you began to pick at the dried blood. he drags you to your house, taking the key from your hand and unlocking the door, pushing it open.

"are your parents home?" he asks, slipping his shoes off. you follow, tucking both pairs in the corner. he can't help but notice you wince when your knuckles brush against the wall.

"nah. they've got some work event, or something. they'll be out late." you scoff, shrugging your sweater off and hanging it up. before you can think of any other small talk to make to fill the silence, kuroo moves straight to your kitchen. you follow.

kuroo glances around and takes the view in. this is only the second time he's ever been to your house, and the last time was to return your kneepads you left at the gym. he spares you a glance, and you're already sat at a chair in the corner of the kitchen, eyebrows set back into their furrowed look. he clears his throat, and you get the hint, thankfully.

"uh, first aid kit's under the sink. left cupboard." you say. kuroo nods.

the next twenty minutes or so are spent in silence from the moment the cupboard is opened to when he presses the alcohol wipe to each of your knuckles. he can't help but frown when he hears you grit your teeth and hiss.

"sorry," is the only thing he can think to say. he wipes his now-sweaty palms on his pants and grabs the gauze. "so, can you debrief me really quickly on how this happened?" he asks, pressing a cotton pad onto one of your fingers.

you stare at him for a moment before speaking. "this guy was being an asshole," you state simply, like that was a valid explanation. kuroo sputters out a laugh at that, and your hand that's being wrapped balls into a fist. "what?"

"that's hardly an explanation!" he laughs. your shoulders loosen— you weren't even aware that you were so tense.

"right." you huff out.

"relax, i'm just curious. getting your ass beat isn't helpful when nationals are around the corner, is all," he chuckles. he's been finished with your hand for a while, but he doesn't let go of it, holding it gently.

"you're worried about me?" you scoff. you should feel offended, right? ignoring the small feeling of warmth in the back of your mind, you continue. "i'm not fragile. and besides, i don't go out looking for fights. not really. people start shit with me, kuroo."

kuroo hums at that. his fingers curl around your wrist, and you can feel his grip tighten slightly. instinctively, you jerk your hand away from his. part of you regrets that. he brushes it off, standing up finally.

"i know. but you're still only human. can't go losing our star player, can we?" kuroo drawls sarcastically, ruffling your hair. he purposefully ignores your glare. "right, well, i've pretty much finished. have you had dinner yet?"

"no? i came straight home." kuroo groans at that. you're an idiot. "if you're gonna fuck your body up, you might as well try and help it fix itself. i'll order pizza."

"you're staying?" you ask, standing up.

"do you want me to?"

to kuroo's surprise, there's no scoff or snarky response— you just nod. "yeah. that'd be nice." you say quietly. "we can wait in my room." you don't bother checking if he follows you; you can hear his footsteps behind you.

kuroo's not sure what he was expecting from your room, but somehow this wasn't it. it was very clean and proper, with a few movie posters up on the walls and some books stacked on your nightstand. your bedsheets were fuzzy and (fav.color), and you had a few stuffed animals nestled in the corner of your bed. you notice his expression and frown.

"what?" you snap. he blanches.

"nothing, nothing! i just wasn't expecting your room to be so... cute." he says, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. 'is he being for real?!' you think incredulously.

"it's.. cute? did you expect there to be blood on my walls?" you scoff, crossing your arms.

"well..." he trails off. he barks out a laugh at your scowl. "joking! but this definitely wasn't the room i was expecting for the [name] i know." he grabs one of the stuffed animals from the other end of your bed; a brown puppy.

"..so are you gonna order that pizza?" you ask after a while, and kuroo's eyes snap up to your face. shit. how long was he staring at your plushie for? he probably looks like a creep.

"yeah, yeah. you're fine with just cheese, right?" he asks, pulling his phone out.

by the time the pizza gets to your house, the sun has set and the two of you sat on your floor in the dark, watching a ghibli movie on your laptop. kuroo chances a glance over at you, and he's enamoured by the sight; your knees are pulled up to your chest, that same dog stuffie in your lap, and your eyes are glued to the screen. you seem a lot less scarier than how you normally present yourself. it was adorable.

you're hardly aware that kuroo wasn't focused on the movie, your attention only being broken by the doorbell ringing. "oh. pizza's here." you lean over to pause the movie, but kuroo stands up.

"keep watching. i'll grab it." he says, stepping out before you can protest. he returns a few minutes later with the pizza box in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. you finally pause the movie, and he flicks the lights on.

"what's in the bag?" you ask as kuroo sits back down next to you. he sets the box down, and pulls out two cans of soda from the bag, holding one out to you.

you take it, cracking it open immediately and taking a long sip. "god, that's refreshing," you sigh, slumping back against the side of the bed.

the both of you were too lazy to grab plates, so you just ate out of the box, letting the movie continue to play as you ate. it was so odd, you thought, that kuroo was even still here. he patched you up and bought you food. hell, you weren't even sure that he was going to come when you texted him; it's not like you two were particularly close.

'but he came anyways,' you remind yourself, taking another bite of your pizza. "thanks, kuroo," you say, and he turns to look at you properly. "for helping me. and buying me dinner. and staying here, i guess." did you always sound this stupid?

"of course, [name]. don't mention it." he grins, ruffling your hair again, earning a groan from you. "i'm glad you reached out at all."

after smoothing down your hair from kuroo's assault on your head, you give him a confused look. "why wouldn't i? you're team captain. i trust you." and for some reason, that hit him hard.

does he actually say anything? fuck no! he just laughs it off, saying something about how he's just "doing his job". but he can't help the feeling that's gnawing at him. he should say something. he really should. 'fuck it.'

"also, [name]," he starts, scooting closer to you and resting his arm above you on the bed. "i've got something to confess," he looks down at you, waiting; waiting for you to cringe at the proximity, to shove him away, to ignore him, anything. but you don't move.

"okay? if it's some weird bullshit, man, i swear," you start, and he cuts you off with his cackle. for such a tough guy, you were so oblivious. he decides to test the waters, letting his arm drop down to your shoulder. that earns him a sideways glance, your eyebrows furrowing.

"it's not, i promise. come on, you just said you trusted me," he snorts.

"wh— yeah. sure, what is it?"

"i want to go out with you." he hums, tilting his head.

oh.

"what the fuck?"

that was not the answer he was looking for. he stiffens up, slowly pulling his arm away from you. "i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, [name]—"

"no—! no, fuck, sorry. i just wasn't expecting that," you cut him off, cringing at yourself. "but are you being serious right now? cause if you're fucking with me right now—"

"i'm not! seriously, [name], d'you think i'm that much of an ass?" he scoffs.

"..yeah?"

"WHAT??"

"shut up! you're always screwing around with everyone. i can never tell when you're being genuine," you mutter, crossing your arms. kuroo sighs, leaning closer to you again.

"well, i'm being dead serious right now. i like you. go out with me sometime, as a date. please." he hums, his eyes glued to your face. he sounded so sincere— so genuine— you start to feel warm.

you open and close your mouth a couple times, trying to formulate the right words, but you keep coming up blank. "yes. yeah. i'd—" you groan, rubbing a hand over your face, and for a moment he thinks you're regretting this—

"yeah. i'd love to go out with you." you sigh, an actual smile on your face. you lean closer to him, and he thinks you're going to kiss him. instead, you punch his shoulder. "but this? this isn't a date, just to clarify. i deserve something proper."

god, you're going to be the death of him. but it's so worth it.

i was not supposed to write allat but oh well :p hope you liked it!!

[d0llch4rm]

𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 — #𝟎𝟎𝟏

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 : the cute captain

MONDAY MORNING

the halls of nekoma weee crowded and cramped as many tried to push their way past to their next class or break.

“ it’s so crowded today ” the brown haired girl finally squeaked out next to you.

“ yeah well it’s expected it is straight after 1st period ” you murmured back.

“ i guess ” she said before trailing off to looking out the window she was cramped beside.

You huffed looking around trying to find some way to escape the ever slowly growing crowd. Finally , you spotted it a gap between 3 boys grabbing Kimiyos hand , shock ran through her body at the sudden contact but not for long before you started dragging her towards the opening pushing past more students while also receiving a few dirty or annoyed looks.

Unfortunately you overestimate the gap , clashing into the taller of the 3 back.

“ shit sorry “ you claw out as embarrassment took over your face turning it a bright shade of red.

“ it’s alri- oh hello Kimiyo ” he peered behind your back to the dark haired girl. A small smile peering over his face as he looked at the both of you.

The smaller girl only mumbled out a hi before quickly grabbing you and turning the other way.

“ who was that? ” you finally broke the tension that had built up on the walk to maths.

“ he’s the captain of the volleyball team I signed up for last Friday ” Kimiyo admitted

“ ohhh how did the application for the manger go I forgot to ask ”

Quickly she looked at you before sighing and going back to looking at the floor “ Their couch said yes but I’m not entirely sure if I should do it ” her fingers played with her sleeves as her steps became a little slower

“ you should it would be good for you and not to mention the caption looks cute ” you playfully winked at kimiyo

Her cheeks only grew red from the action before shrugging “ Kuroo , Tetsurō Kuroo”

“ hmm? “ you questioned , your eyebrows clashed together in confusion

“ that’s the captions name ” kimiyo uttered

You hummed in response before saying “ he’s hairs a little..” putting your finger to your lip. “Crazy”

Kimiyo laughed at this “ definitely ”

MONDAY AFTERNOON

The bell rang as everyone’s feet begin to move again. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you move down the stairs to meet Kimiyo at her English class , seeing their class had still not been dismissed you wait outside and damning how the 2nd years always get out late meaning more likely being late for the first train.

Seeing the smaller girls dark hair appear out of the classroom you lift yourself up off the wall.

“ ready to go ” you questioned she only nodded in response before walking towards the exits of the school while you quickly followed.

Finally , sitting down on the plush , worn out chair behind you humming in content as you do. Kimiyo always took the seat by the window , she doesn’t like to be near strangers. While you on the other hand, didn’t mind to much so you had always took the seat next to her shielding her from any strangers.

“ I have to attended the volleyball practice tomorrow so you won’t have to wait for me ” the hazel eyed girl spoke up.

“ I can wait for you if you want I know you don’t like being alone mi , it doesn’t bother me much I have to go help a few girls on the girls team tomorrow anyways “ you replied swiftly

“ okay ” she replied flatly as her eyes drew increasingly more droopy every minute

As silence filled the air you thought back to the events that had happened earlier in the morning. Kuroo , nekoma boys volleyball caption. Sure you were on the girls team but you had never really met him or even seen his face, only his name. You laughed at his rooster head I guess the girls on your team were right , he did look like a rooster.

As the train moved closer to your stop you pondered about what the other boys looked like.

[d0llch4rm]

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 — #𝟎𝟎𝟎

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — new beginnings

Kimiyo — your best friend since middle school. Use had met in the playground as you were running into the grass , a small dark haired girl peaked your interest.

She was sat with her back facing you her long waist length hair blew slightly in the summer wind. She was making daisy chains from what you could make out. Slowly you approached her peaking at her work.

Quickly she whirled herself around looking up at you as a blush of embarrassment or shyness you couldn’t really make out which one appeared across her face.

Finally after long silence you spoke “could you teach me how to make one?” You questioned

“ yeah if you like” her voice was timid and low

Sitting down in front of her you had managed to bring out small talk from the younger girl.

You’d found out 5 things — 1. She was in the year below you 2. She lived down the road from you 3. Her name was Kimiyo 4.she was insanely shy 5. She enjoyed listening to you rant about volleyball

That was the first time you’d spoke to Kimiyo and you don’t think there isn’t a day or year that went past since then that you hadn’t spoken to her.

And now in the present , it was currently 4:30 your train home was late again due to missing the first train. You cursed yourself about how the 2nd year classes always took so long to get out.

You knew after you left high school this April , Kimiyo would struggle. She’s never been a social person but she only had 3 friends in her year which she rarely spoke to apart from lessons or lunch.

You’d tried to convince her to join a club or something so then it would be less intense once your gone but she had turned it down every time or made up some excuse. It wasn’t until Thursday night after volleyball practise you’d heard your coach and the boys coach — Nekomata talking about needing a manger it had clicked.

Even though youd never met any of the boys on that team or even seen their faces you knew nekomata was nice enough.

“mi”

“ yeah?” Her head had turned to look at you as her shoes landed on the train stations cold floor.

“ you should become the boys volleyball manger i think it would be good for you” you said more dry then you were expecting but quickly picked it back up with “ i mean they all seem nice and they are looking for a manger anyways and not much work”

“ uh sure” her head turned away unsure of what the say and began playing with her nails

“ you should go down tomorrow night and ask mi. They have practise and it’ll be a nice way to boost your social skills” you tried to be more convincing “ or at least grow some social skills” you laughed as her face became filled nervousness.

“ okay i will…” kimiyos voice sounded anxious and unsure.

You hoped she would enjoy it or at least try to?

[d0llch4rm]

𝐍𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 — 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

⟡ ݁₊ . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : friends to lovers , multi choice , highschool lovers

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : your best friends with nekomas volleyball manger and wow the nekoma boys are pretty cute!?

ꕤ ₊ ⊹ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : #000 — MANGER

#001 — BEDHEAD

#002 — PEACE MAKER

#003 — RESPONSIBLE

#004 — TOUGH

#005 — SILENCE

#006 — FUNNY

#007 — SWEET