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Date | Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa

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A smile had earned permanent residence on your face since the week before last, and was accompanied by waves of warmth and anxious feelings. Your roommates, who most likely could have cared less, were forced to watch you cavort dreamily around the loft and stifle girly giggle-fits; so much so that they wondered if a mental institution would be better suited for you.

You didn't expect them to understand or take sympathy upon your pitiful and arguably awkward single-life. In the end, it hardly mattered because the night had finally arrived.

You had a date.

His name was Reji, a name Bokuto for some reason found snortable. You'd seen him around campus a time or two, and usually when you were leaving as he was arriving. The man oozed sex-appeal and charm as if he'd walked straight out of a shoujo manga or a visual novel. Tall, well-dressed and a million-dollar smile; put him and Oikawa Tooru in a room full of girls together, and Reji would have them flocked around him without saying a word. You didn't stand a chance . . .

Yet it was your hand he caressed when you stumbled and chucked a number of books across the library floor, and it was your eyes he met with a flirtatious wink, and it was you he asked to dinner after expressing just how breath-taking you were even with your spectacles hanging crookedly. In an instant you were putty, and a rush of heat had been tinting your cheeks since then.

Oikawa was suspicious, and almost angry at the audacity this "Reji" had to steal his tactics. Kuroo leaned in with a lackadaisical, lop-sided grin and pointedly accused him of jealously --a word that made the brunette flinch in disgust. Bokuto was texting Akaashi his whereabouts, and if "Reji" was a code name to further convince him you and his pal weren't dating. A vexed emoji was the only reply the monochrome male received.

"[Name] obviously has excellent taste if she's comparing another man to myself," Oikawa smugly jeered, "Unlike you two . . . Perhaps it's you that's jealous, Kuroo, seeing as you're the only one without plans tonight. The invitation to join Iwa-chan and I still stands, you know?"

"It's my first night off from the bar in weeks; my ass ain't movin'." Kuroo paused, side-eyeing him with a equal mixture of chagrin and askance, "And I'll have you know I get plenty of poon, Shitcan."

"Nice, Tetsu."

In unison, their heads perked up in response to the exasperated, feminine voice that interrupted their bickering. Kuroo's brows rose at your form fitting [colored] dress, (a piece you were proud to have bought for yourself instead of raiding the left-behind pieces in Oikawa's Exes' pile) hair silky and done-up more elegantly than in times previous, and his lips formed a minuscule smirk.

Hands on your hips and a pout couldn't hide the desperation for validation, "Well . . .?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Kuroo descried Oikawa physically relax while Bokuto howled,

"Helloooo, hootiful!"

"I'm proud of you, [Name]-chan. You look like a beautiful, young adult instead of a cave dweller--"

"Oh, just wait until Iwaizumi hears that one."

Oikawa nearly flung himself over the back of the sofa, "Bokuto, you wouldn't!"

Amidst the sudden chaos, your gaze shifted to Kuroo and implored him coyly,

"What do you think? Do I look okay?"

The feline-resembling man was taken aback. Truthfully, he didn't know why his opinion mattered to you, or why you seemed so uncomfortable in asking. Nerves, maybe . . . In a way, he felt them too and he struggled internally with just how honest he should be.

Kuroo's grin was so wide it forced his eyes squint, "The cave dweller emerges-- Ow!"

You were cute, but you packed a mean punch.



::



The loft was the quietest it'd been a long time, and just as Kuroo was starting to appreciate it he realized how bored he was. He'd been alone for a little over two hours, and only about an hour of that was video games. There was hardly anything to watch, and Kenma was unwilling to meet him at the gym for some serves. So desperate for something to do, Kuroo looked over Bokuto's homework.

It was almost eight o'clock. Kuroo stared down the length of his nose at the numbers sliding across the black television screen, head reclined against the sofa cushions and legs propped up on the ottoman. He was nearly regretting his decision to stay home, as a night out -even if it was at his work place- felt like something he needed about now. Though he would hardly be able to compete with Oikawa's pick-up strategies . . .

Kuroo sighed, "Pretty boy-bastard."

His eyes fluttered open, irises sliding to the front door as your form slid inside. Your eyes met and you smiled, but it was different than before. It was stripped of it's original joviality, your rims speckled with redness.

"Hey . . . How did it go?"

He didn't like how you were standing: small and morose. Your gaze averted to the ground, a hand reaching up to cup your nape. You shrugged with counterfeit indifference, hoping to deflect his question,

"He, um . . ." Your voice wavered, and you quickly laughed to conceal the croak, "He didn't show up."

"What?"

"Yeah. After the first hour, I figured maybe he just forgot . . . But, on my walk home I saw him with another, prettier girl. Go figure, right?"

The way you spoke left a bad taste in his mouth. It was the most despondent you'd ever looked, and he didn't know what to say; "sorry" seemed insufficient. The idea of you waiting around, sitting alone caused a variety of emotion to toil within him, none of which he could properly express. Kuroo couldn't bring himself to move as you sulked off to your bedroom, muttering something about going to bed -feet scuffling across the floor, posture pitifully slumped.

You looked sadder than Bokuto on his darkest day, and, for a moment, he wondered if you weren't being just a bit dramatic. But he knew this date had been important to you, and felt compelled to help.

Retreating into his bedroom, Kuroo stripped out of his lounge-wear and replaced them with what he affectionately referred to as his Bond attire. He considered an attempt to fix his unruly, onyx locks to match the suave nature of his suite get-up, but realized it was already a decided battle. Though you were completely deserving of the effort it would take, Kuroo decided if he was going to go through with this then the bed-head would have to remain.

He straightened his navy tie before rapping his knuckles against your door. There was a meek response, one that was smothered, face down in a pillow. Kuroo refrained from smirking, and nudged your shoulder,

"Oi, [Name]."

You made sure the tears were batted away with your lashes before you met Kuroo, embarrassed by your condition. As if you were the only woman on the planet who'd been stood up on a date. There were far worse things that could have happened, that have happened and it shouldn't have surprised you that a pretty-boy like Reji had that sort of character.

The tears were dried, but now you blinked curiously at your sharply-dressed roomie and his increasingly bashful state.

"Where are you going? I thought you didn't have plans?"

"Well, I do now," he held out his hand to you, "Come on."

A gasp lodged itself in the base of your throat, "Huh?"

"I'm taking you out. Though, I don't know where yet, I can't exactly let the fact that you got all dolled up go to waste."

Kuroo's hand lingered in front of you, and your wide-eyed stare scrutinized his amber hues before they slanted,

"What is this?" You asked suspiciously, searching his mien for mischief.

Kuroo choked and his kind heart plummeted into his stomach, "E-eh?"

"You heard me. Is this your cheeseball way of trying to prank me? What's in it for you?"

"H-hey, I'm serious!"

"Let's make fun of the cave dweller--"

"[Name]! No!"





[Extended Ending]




It took Kuroo nearly fighting you to get your heels back on and tossing you over his shoulder to get you out the door. You still weren't entirely convinced until you were seated at the restaurant, and your askance vanished entirely when he paid for the meal. In fact, he did just about everything except hold your hand: opened doors, pulled out your seat, walked between you and the road -all the qualities you hoped you would have experienced with Reji.

Despite the rocky start, you enjoyed your time. You would have much rather relived the night with Kuroo than whats-his-name anyhow and you were sorry to have doubted your friend's intentions.

"Thank you, Tetsurou," you spoke, removing his jacket from your shoulders as you stepped into the loft. "I had a great time."

"Don't mention it. I'm sorry your actual date turned into an ass..."

"Nah . . . I doubt it could have compared to our friend-date anyway."

You gave his chest a gentle, reassuring pat -your fingers absentmindedly caressing in a downward motion, leaving a tingling trail in their absence as you proceeded toward the living room. The smirk etched across Kuroo's expression receded, and he watched as you stepped out of your heels and stretched out the ache in your toes. The urge was in his fingertips to reach out and grasp your wrist, a passing thought of what your lips would feel like on his. "What if," he thought while listening to you hum, and his stomach surprised him with a somersault as you turned to face him.

No, not him.

Snapping from his reverie, Kuroo realized the front door reopened and Oikawa sauntered through with Iwaizumi. He witnessed your brows raise an iota, and even Iwaizumi seemed to stare at your elegance a moment too long.

"--Kuroo, this is the nicest you've looked outside of work," Oikawa remarked, alternately glancing between him and you. "[Name], I didn't expect you'd be home tonight."

The implicating grin that had begun to spread across Oikawa's face was disrupted Iwaizumi's elbow ramming into his side. You had never witnessed Oikawa jolt and yelp so effeminately,

"That's a hell of a thing to say, Shittykawa."

"So mean, Iwa-chan~"

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes before meeting you as you spoke diffidently,

"The, uh . . . Date didn't go well . . ." You were blushing again, "H-hi, I don't think we've been introduced?"

Iwaizumi cleared his throat, and Kuroo noticed his normally olive complexion seemed a little on the red side as he stuck his hand out to you,

"Hey, and no. Sorry. . . I'm Iwaizumi . . . Erm, Hajime."

The warmth from his palm spread up to you face, eliciting a coy smile, "[Name] . . . Nice to meet you."

Oikawa and Kuroo's noses scrunched at your lip caught between your teeth, and the small smile forming Iwaizumi's countenance. Silently, Oikawa was still trying to deduce the entirety of the situation while the flirtatious glances passed between the two forms doused Kuroo's previous urges for you like a cold shower.


Shit.
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OMGGGGGGGG WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!? 

Bring in in the dramatic music!!