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featuring. Tetsurō Kuroo

warning. swearing, blood, knifes, hospital

word count. 1.884

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Him.

Where is he? Ah, there he is.

That motherfucker.

That asshole, the guy who made your life absolute hell without trying. It's horrifying how much he irritates you, he isn't even trying. And like that wasn't enough, you guys are always together. Not willingly, obviously, you wouldn't put yourself through that. But younger brother always hangs around him. Kenma Kozume, if you can't remember.

Even at a young age, Kuroo bothered you any chance he could. He played with Kenma, taught him how to play volleyball. That was about 7 years ago, maybe. You couldn't care less, the only thing you cared about, was getting the hell out of high school as quick as possible.

But that doesn't matter. At this very moment, you just wanted to slap Kuroo right across his ugly face. He, once again, had put fucking toothpaste on your seat. You hadn't realized, you were talking with your friends when you sat down. And now your jeans were smeared with a sticky layer of white and minty fresh toothpaste. Oh, how you hated that guy.

As soon as he caught you upright stomping towards him, stepping on your loosely tied converse shoelaces, he grinned. Fuck him. "You're a fucking asshole, Kuroo, you know that? You make me want to pull your eyes out!" Kuroo tried to hold back a laugh as he stood there, leaned against the wall as Kenma sat beside him, playing Smash Bros or whatever. "What? Why're you upset, shorts?" You frowned at him, looking up at his stupid face. "Do not call me shorts!" Kuroo laughed out loud like it was fun.

"This sin't funny, shit face! You ruined my pants! They're new!" You point at your pants, clearly mad with his little prank. "Oh come on, its fun! Right Kenma?" Kenma didn't even look up as he went "Yeaaah.. super fun y/n. Loosen up." You stared at your brother, in disbelief. "Dude. You fucking dumbass-. Whatever! Kuroo, you owe me a new pair of pants!" Kuroo looked at you, unhappy expression on his face. "What do you mean I owe you a pair of new pants? It's your own fault you sat in the toothpaste! You don't even know if it was meant for you, you were just unlucky and sat on that chair-" You roll your eyes. "Its my seat!" You sigh, glaring at Kuroo. You were gonna be late for your next class, you might even skip it to go home and change.

Kuroo scoffed out a laugh before turning to look at Kenma instead, ignoring you. You groaned, 100% over-dramatically, before turning to the door, quickly leaving the building. You couldn't even sit down on the bus home. You waited for a solid 10 minutes at the bus stop, having tied the coat of your school uniform around your waist to hopefully cover up. When the bus arrived, you ignored all stares from other strangers as you stood there, red in the face and your knuckles turning white from how you held onto the bus.

When you finally reached home, you ignored the meowing of your cat, Bruce. "Bruce, shut up, I don't have time right now." You got undressed, the black cat lying on the edge of the bed. You, unaware of what he was doing, threw your pants onto the bed. You could hear Bruce meowing and hissing as he got away as you got into a clean pair of sweat pants. "Bruce, I can't stand him. Kuroo is such an asshole, he never learns! It's been 7 years!" You complain with a whiney voice before pouting slightly at Bruce who was just laying on the bed, his tail waving from side to side. He let out a small meow before you groaned, quickly grabbing you pants and throwing them in the washing machine. You continued to complain to yourself and Bruce before you, after eating lunch, ended up lying in bed, watching whatever show as Bruce purred, laying on your stomach and hitting your hip with his tail in a steady beat.

Only a few hours passed by before the front door opened. It was quiet, but only for a short while, maybe 15 minutes before the door opened again, a certain loud dark haired person walking in. "We're home!" Bruce jumped off of your stomach to greet Kuroo and Kenma. You knew Kenma had been home while it was quiet, Kuroo having dropped his things off at his house before coming here. You paused your movie, following Bruce downstairs. You go to the kitchen, finding some food for Bruce and yourself. You just wanted to snack. Bruce always got food around now. It'd usually be the first thing you'd do when getting home. You filled up Bruce's bowl with wet cat food as Kenma set up his switch to the tv, Kuroo waltzing into the kitchen and grabbing them a soda each. "Oi." You glare at him. "Those are mine." Kuroo shrugged with a; "I don't see your name on 'em." You rolled your eyes, snatching the post-it's on both of them, showing it to him.

Kuroo shook his head. "Your name isn't on them anymore!" You groaned, grabbing yourself a soda from the 6-pack you had in the fridge as you cursed under your breath. "Such a bitch."

It didn't take long for the guys to play, Kuroo loudly yelling about how Kenma is "cheating". He just sucks at the game, you've told hi plenty of times. You went back upstairs with snacks, Bruce and a set of clean bedsheets, changing the bed sheets to fresh sheets. You happily spent the next few hours there, huddled up with Bruces and sharing snacks.

At exactly 17.30, 07.30 PM, you decided to finally make dinner. You knew neither of your parents were gonna be home soon and if you didn't feed your brother some proper food, no one would. So you took matters into your own hands and went downstairs. You grabbed whatever you needed to make some dumplings and some glass noodles. It only took you about 40-50 minutes to cook up the food. "Foods ready, pigs." You grumbled, setting the table and impatiently waiting for the guys to gather 'round. You sit with Bruce on your lap as you eat, Kuroo happily stuffing his mouth as he "insulted it". "It's a bit too salty, don't you think Kenma?" Kenma just shrugged, glancing towards you. You ignored both of them, finishing up your food and washing up the dishes as the boys started playing again.

Hours later, your mother had called to inform you that they wouldn't be home before tomorrow evening. Lovely, great, just what you needed. You decided to let yourself stay up late. At some point, the house went quiet, only hearing footsteps downstairs. They were quiet. It could be Kenma, but he's always quiet. You desperately wanted water, but you didn't want to risk it being Kuroo walking around downstairs. You ended up risking it. Walking down the stairs in a big t-shirt and a pair of sweats and your hair tied up, you entered the kitchen. And there he was. The silhouette was way to tall to be Kenma. You turned on the light, squinting a bit as Kuroo let out a quiet screech. "That's a bright light, idiot!" He whisper yelled at you, a mean smile on your face. "Deserved." You walked to the sink, pushing him aside as you filled up your glass. "You're a asshole, you know that?" Kuroo put his washed apple down on the cutting board, grabbing a knife from the holder. "You started it, I was here first." You stated, sipping your glass. Kuroo repeated you in a mocking voice, cutting up his apple. You rolled your eyes before he let out a small hiss, gasping slightly. "Ow-, fuck!" You quickly looked at his hand, worried he might've hurt himself accidentally. Kuroo started laughing as he pointed at you. "Oh you do care! Hah! Oh my god, that's hilarious!!" You rolled your eyes, setting down the glass quickly before slapping his arm. "Shut up! Kenya's sleeping." You whisper yelled at him as he tried to quite down his laugh. "I was worried you ruined the knife.." You mumbled, turning back around to go back upstairs. You were halfway upstairs when you heard another his and a loudly cursing Kuroo. You ignore him before you heard the cabinet close. Was he actually searching for the first aid kit?

You turned back around walking downstairs. "What did you do now?- Oh, my god-, that's disgusting-, Jesus-" Kuroo had in fact cut his finger open, quite deeply and he was now a bit panicky. You put down your glass quite quickly as you grab the first aid kit before he could. You grabbed whatever bandage you could, wrapping it around his finger while you order an uber. "You're going to the hospital you fucking douche-" "What? No, it's just a cut-" "Yeah, a cut that'll cost you stitches you fucking dumbass, you're such an idiot-" "There's no need, its not that deep-" "It is very much deep." You told him sternly, pointing at the couch for him to sit down as you grabbed you backpack, emptying it out on the counter and filling it up with a few snacks. You never know how long you'll be waiting at a place like that. It took a few minutes for the uber to get there. You texted Kenma about the situation before putting on your shoes, throwing Kuroo a pair of easy slip ons.

It takes you and Kuroo less than 20 minutes to reach the hospital. You pay the uber driver, tipping him a bit extra for any potential blood on the seats or something. You rushed Kuroo out of the car, Kuroo staying quiet to whole way. This guy was on the edge og crying, but he held on a brave face.

It had been an hour, yet, you hadn't gotten any updates. At this point, it was 2.30 AM and you desperately wanted your bed right now. You groaned tiredly, checking the time on your for the fifth time in two minutes. "Fuck." You groaned, running your hand over your face and rubbing you eyes, your eyes hurting at this point. You couldn't tell if you were grateful or hated the hospital lights. You wanted to sleep, but they were too bright, but if you fell asleep, you wouldn't know exactly when Kuroo was better. You sigh, leaning back and closing your eyes. A quick nap wouldn't hurt. They'd wake you, the nurses, right? "Sleeping from your problems, eh?" Your head shot up at that stupid, annoying voice. You shot up from your seat, hugging the tall idiot in front of you. "Fuck you." Kuroo looked down at you before hugging you back. "So you do care?"

You quickly stepped away, wiping your hands on your chest like it was gonna wash off his germs. "Shut up. We're going home. How bad was it?" You look at him for a second, cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as you walked towards the exit. "Well, I won't be practicing with the team for a while, so I guess you're stuck with me for a month or two-" "A MONTH?!"

#kuroo tetsuro #kuroo #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #im too lazy for more tags #this isn't proof read either

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