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kaxela · 2 days ago

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the look of love, the rush of blood

summary: typical fluff college au. kuroo tetsurou is head over heels for you, both afraid to make the first move, gets jealous at college dinner party, let the drinks do the talking. yup. . . it’s a cute basic trope, but i am so delusional about this man i NEED an outlet. edits of him don’t do it these days (╥﹏╥). plus, i wanted to make kuroo more true to his canon personality than fanon. fanon is yuck. (i don’t write. ever. so this is my first ever draft, i don’t want to fix too much on grammar errors or storyline. :p) author’s note: i decided to change the wording on popular forms of media of irl, i wanted to embody that they’re in a different universe, and have their own forms of media etc. but still wanted to ppl to get the ref ! Word count: 4.0k

PART TWO | soulmate.

PART ONE | PART THREE

It was already 8 P.M, you were sifting through outfits. This dinner gathering was potentially with people you never met before, you were definitely nervous. You always cycle through the same outfits. Though, nothing wrong with them you just wanted more pizazz.

You hear a ding come from your phone. Expecting it to be Kuroo, it was Kuroo. You open his message he just sent:

“Did you want me to pick you up?”

It was super nice he offered, you didn’t want to tell him but this would probably be more convenient anyways since you didn’t drive yet.

“Yes please ;_;” you reply.

After a few minutes, you pieced together something cute. You forgot you had these lingering in your closet. You look in the mirror to see how everything fits on you. Can’t go wrong with a cute top, nice jewelry, denim skirt, and platforms. It’s simple, but you liked it.

You spray your signature perfume on you, walking into the scent. You head out the door and unlock it. You see none other than Kuroo. His tall figure overshadows you, you were just as shocked as he was. His fists released from a ball from the door, he was just about to knock.

First thing you were washed with was his scent. The fragrance he sprayed on was sophisticated, the blend was definitely masculine and it hinted of slight spicy blends of bergamot, black pepper, jasmine, and woody scents.

Not only that, his outfit was well put together. Kuroo was wearing just a compressed black shirt, yet his jacket and pair of jeans were fashionable and completed his look. It was true to his nature too because it possessed elements of an athlete’s aesthetic. You haven’t seen him dress up this well in a minute. What was shocking to you, he somehow gelled down his crazy unmanageable hair for tonight.

Kuroo waves his hand to you.

“Your ride’s here.”

. . .

The two of you had just arrived in time for the party. The restaurant occupancy was filled, you were led to your table shortly after. The department was divided into 3 different long tables. The smoke and smell of barbecue overwhelms your senses, Kuroo looks over to you and smiles. You guys were here to socialize, but honestly. The food was number one in the priority list.

The table you were in had a mix of freshmen, juniors, and seniors. At least you had a few people you knew at the table.

It seems like Kuroo was a good pick to invite, because he was already socializing with the guys at your table. Kuroo sits over the right hand side next to you and you proceed to take the left hand side.

A few minutes passed by, and everyone became well acquainted with each other. Other than that, you were basically downing all the delicious cooked beef briskets. Your eyes lit up as all your upper class gave you more portions on your plate. One senior had dyed platinum blonde hair, he sat across from you. You noticed he smiled right at you.

“Yeah, make sure to eat a lot tonight.” He places a tender piece of meat on your plate. “My name is Aota, nice to meet you.”

You look up and nod your head, greeting him back, “That’s the plan!” You both begin to laugh at each other across the table. It was nice that someone older was talking so casually to you.

Kuroo remained silent during the whole interaction. He didn’t want his emotions to well up and get the best of him. He wanted to make sure you were well fed tonight, too.

Kuroo found himself pouring water into your cup. He found a waiter wandering by the table and ended up ordering what you were drawn to on the menu tonight. You wanted to thank him for the water. However, before you can, you notice he had an intense look on his face.

It’s as if it’s the same face if he were to plan to block a ball on the court.

. . .

Everyone was chatting and catching up with one another. You were enjoying the time with your friends and new ones you made. Nothing crazy was happening until a senior at your table had an idea.

“Hey, shouldn’t we order some alcohol too?” The senior indulges. All the lower classmen just looked at each other, but with a mischievous glint in their eyes.

“You know, I’m 20. But that’s basically 21.” Your junior girlfriend also encourages the idea. People began to point at the alcoholic beverages menu. You gulp in anticipation, you were only 18, about to turn 19 but it was whatever.

Kuroo rarely ever drinks, but tonight was the one where he indulges in a few.

The server cheers alongside your table as he presents the beverages. Some were beer bottles and soju of all types of flavors lined up against each other. The same boy from earlier speaks to you, “It’s funny how we don’t all get ID’d, huh? You are a freshman too, right?”

You reluctantly nod, well nothing can be done about it. It was already too late. People were already pouring shots and handing it to one another. You nervously gulp and anticipate the toxicity about to enter your system.

Kuroo pinches a shot glass to his side and brings one over to you. Admittedly, it was fun to be at this party. You never knew that you would be in this sort of crowd in college, both of you were studious and never did anything like this before. So, it was admittedly a lil’ exciting.

Kuroo makes a cattish grin, making you suspicious. With one swift movement, he extends his arm above you just before you can reach the shot glass.

“You’re going to have to earn it, shortie.” He makes a teasing devilish smile. You make a scrunched up face in his direction.

“I invited you, dumbass.”

Kuroo retaliates and feels just a little bad and lowers the little shot glass in your possession. yes!

A few people begin to traditionally do a cheer, the glass clinks rung throughout the table.

“Oh, you know what! We should all play a game. Have you ever heard of the game soulmate?”

It’s been a while since you played soulmate. You had played in junior year in Nekoma with your class that had Kuroo in it. You would always hope the really cute guy in your class would be the last one standing. Usually in the second round of questions, your crush would sit down.

Once the game was concluded, you looked up to see who would be standing. Everytime. You see the same damn’d black-haired rooster head to be your soulmate.

When your group started up the game, you weren’t expecting to be the one voted to find your “soulmate”. Until you hear Aota raise his voice.

“We should make this freshie girl here find her soulmate.” He oogles at you innocently. You kind of just go along with it because everyone else had collectively agreed.

Oh well, perhaps you will match with someone cute tonight. Before standing up, you take another shot of soju from Aota’s offering hands.

Kuroo raises an eyebrow at the blonde haired guy, he kind of already guessed what his motives are with you. He will just let him have his fun for now.

Since your table didn’t want to draw too much attention in the restaurant, you had to play the game a little differently from the traditional one. Everyone kind of just had to agree with the questions or put their hand up in the air if those interests aligned with the same as yours. The game began:

A girl in your class yelled out, “The beach or the mountains?” No hesitation, you picked the beach.

“Dogs or cats?” You had a hard time picking, but you chose dogs. Though, you kind of liked both.

“Sweets or savory!?” Easy. Savory.

After a few rounds, everyone sort of exhausted themselves and went back to eating and drinking. This game was simply impossible. The only two left with their hands up were Aota…and Kuroo.

You can tell they had some sort of rivalry going on. They were across one another but kept their kept eye contact on your face.

“Wow, I wish two handsome men would fight over me too.” A boy in a higher class jokes. All the girls giggled, it was true though. This was kind of straight out of a drama.

Your friend butts in to resolve this game, “Gosh! One last question. How about. . . Solo Upgrade or Kouran Host Club?” (see author’s note). Two completely different genres of shows. Your friend, slightly embarrassing you. I guess she predicts which one you would pick and what the guys would most likely pick.

You put your head down… definitely Kouran Host Club.

You see a hand slowly go down. Kuroo rests his hand that was just up in the air on his knee. He lets out a smile. You both gave each other a look knowing he doesn’t understand or can never watch that show. It’s just a little too cheesy for him, and he’s interested in other shows. Hell, he would rather watch volleyball matches.

You point at Kuroo and laugh, “Finally you’re out, rooster head!”

Your celebration was kind of interrupted because you notice to your right you see one hand still raised in the air. “Me too, I like that show too.” Aota smiles brightly in your direction. You gasp gently seeing Aota still raising his hand.

You shyly go back to your seat, “Ah who’s your favorite character?”

Aota pauses. “Hm, well uh. Maybe the main character?” He takes another sip of beer. “Nice to know I’m soulmates with such a cute girl like yourself!”

An “ooh” noise echoed in the table, as some people overheard what Aota said. You sheepishly sink in your seat and wave your hands rapidly denying the compliment.

Kuroo’s face remained unphased. On the inside though, he felt something boil up in him. As if it was going to swell up and burst.

The way the game concluded didn’t sit too well with him. He was debating if he wanted to be the same provocative bastard he always was. It didn’t even matter to him and what other people thought. He was about to create some sort of scene.

Kuroo taps on the table, he hums gently. His head tilts to the side looking over to Aota.

“Aota. You don’t seem to like what she likes, it comes off a little desperate, don’t you think?”

To your shock, you just look directly at Kuroo. No, no, no. He better stop this fight before bad blood forms between the two of them.

“Ha. Are you just upset you placed second? Sorry you feel that way.” Aota replies in a bit of a condescending tone.

Luckily the tension between these two were broken when a senior in Aota’s class laughed wickedly.

“You know what!” The senior cups Aota’s shoulder, “I see this guy mostly posting mountain pictures. This dude mostly loves hiking. Beach, my ass! You can’t really swim.”

Aota, a little flustered, clears his throat. Kuroo makes a sly expression, he saw through his lies easily like a hawk. Deep down, he also just wanted to protect you a little from a guy who may have ulterior motives with you.

You just shrug and laugh it off. It was a little game so it’s harmless. Just when you thought this little banter was over. Kuroo slings his hand over your waist. He slides you closer to his body, your heat transfer to one another. Kuroo grins and adds more salt to Aota’s wound.

“If one of the questions were black haired men or blondes, she would have preferred dark.”

Aota makes a defeated expression and continues drinking, talking to the next girl nearby him. Just like that the night ends. The bill was hefty, but Kuroo just chipped in a handsome amount to the table’s bill.

A slight awkward atmosphere circled in the air as you said goodbye. You kind of ignored Aota upon leaving, he didn’t bother you anymore. You were glad you were at least stuck with Kuroo. The thing was, you just felt a little shaken up over the fact he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer earlier.

Like, was that real or a figment of your imagination?

You both exit the venue feeling a little drowsy and tipsy. Right after the two of you exit the restaurant, a girl from your table gossips amongst the others.

“I always knew those two were secretly dating!”

. . .

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