"ayako!" you ran up to her in the hallway. she was at her locker, switching out the books in her locker.

"y/n!" she gave you a quick hug, as you hadn't seen each other yet that day.

"i have to ask you something."

"what is it?" she looked at you questioningly.

"how do you feel about going to a party this weekend?" you gave her a grin, trying to create some sort of excitement for the event.

"bitch, i'm there. unless it's kasumi's party. then i'm not there."

you laughed. "i agree asf."

"okay, but who's party is it?" ayako asked, closing her locker and leaning against it.

"he's not from nekoma. he's from fukurodani."

"you know fukurodani boys?" ayako asked, her eyebrows raising.

"not until recently, but i guess i know one." you shrugged at the explanation.

"oh, okay." ayako smiled. "who's going?"

"the boys volleyball teams from here, fukurodani, and karasuno," you began. "and some other people from fukurodani. i don't know what girls are gonna be there, though."

"bitch what if kasumi's there?" ayako whispered dramatically with wide eyes. "what if kuroo brings her?"

"bitch i was thinking that too," you paused, remembering kuroo's words from before. "but i feel like she's not gonna be there."

"how do you know?"

you couldn't tell her, so you just smiled. "just trust me."

ayako nodded. "isn't karasuno kind of far?"

you shrugged, thinking back to when bokuto had sent you the party information over snapchat. "i guess. but bokuto said the party's on saturday night, so they have time to get here."

"hold on." ayako raised her hand out for you to stop, a dramatic look on her face. "bokuto? like fukurodani's volleyball team's ace bokuto? he's the fukurodani boy you know?"

"yeah... he's cool. you'll like him!"

"okay, okay, okay. i'm there." ayako grinned at you, and you gave her a thumbs up.

"you better come get ready with me," you said, pointing at her as you backed away towards your next class. "i'll text you."

with that, you turned away from her and practically skipped off towards your classroom. you were consumed with excitement about multiple different things.

you stepped into the room and made your way over to your desk. you sat down in your chair, and because you still had some time before your next class you took out your phone to pass the time.

as you were taking it out, it buzzed in your hands.

snapchat from kuroo

you put your phone underneath the desk so none of your classmates would see you were snapping him. you opened his snapchat to see a picture of a paper. on it was a large 82, circled in red pen.

kuroo had written: 'got my test back.'

you smiled. you took a picture of your shoulder, as the angle you were at was not super flattering. you knew better to take pictures in which you were looking down at your phone.

you typed in: 'AS YOU SHOULD' and sent it.

kuroo responded in only a few seconds. you saw that he was sitting in almost the exact same position you were in, his phone hidden underneath his desk as he looked down at it. the only difference from you was that his forehead rested comfortably on his hand. his elbow was propped on the top of his desk.

he was smirking at the camera, and his hair was in its usual messy style.

he'd written: 'it's all thanks to my teacher.'

you tried to contain a smile. you double tapped the empty red square and took another picture of your shoulder, and wrote: 'hmm but i thought i was the student?'

before you knew it, kuroo had replied with another super attractive picture that had you weak in the knees.

'don't provoke me.'

you had to physically cover your face to hide your giddy smile. during the time it took you to do that, kuroo had snapped you again.

you opened it. it was a picture of his shoes this time.

he'd written: 'come to the volleyball court after sports practice.'

•••

you ran out of the school building towards the gym. the sky was somewhat dark by now. you were coming from dance, so you were wearing some sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. your backpack bounced against your back as you ran up to the entrance.

you opened the large door and poked your head in. the lights were on, and there stood kuroo and kenma, drinking water.

"i want to go home, kuroo," kenma was saying, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

"just wait a little longer. oh- she's here."

a smile spread on kuroo's face as he saw your face. kenma looked up at you with a blank face, lowering his water bottle.

"hi guys," you said shyly, walking into the gym. you weren't expecting to see kenma. you knew him and kuroo were really close, but kuroo hadn't said anything about kenma being there.

"hey, y/n." kuroo walked over to you, and you saw more details of his face. sweat dripped down the sides of his forehead and jaw, and slid down to his neck. his muscular chest was covered by his black practice shirt, and he wore red shorts. he spread out his arms to hug you, but you shook your head.

"you are sweaty as fuck."

"and?" kuroo stepped towards you, trying to force you into a hug, a playful grin on his face. you quickly slipped out of his grip with a squeal, running a few steps away from him.

when you'd calmed down, kuroo picked up a volleyball and gestured at kenma to join him on the court. you put your backpack down.

"hi, kenma." you greeted him with a wave. "i'm y/n."

"i know," kenma said simply.

"welcome to your first volleyball game," kuroo stated, capturing your attention again. he turned the ball around in his hands.

you raised you eyebrows. "but i don't play volleyball."

kuroo shrugged, smirking at you.

"i suppose we could teach you," kenma said softly.

you found it hard to say no to kenma. he made it seem as though he really could teach you, and from what you had seen of nekoma's volleyball team, kenma was smart.

"okay, i guess. but don't spike it at my face." you pointed at kuroo accusingly, already warning him of something he hadn't done.

"of course we won't," kuroo looked down at you with a smug grin, and ran his fingers along the curve of your jaw. "we wouldn't want to mess up that pretty face of yours, would we?"

you gulped, and quickly slapped his hand away. "well, i don't have any problem messing up yours, so stay away."

kenma licked his lips with a small smile, and kuroo rolled his eyes playfully. you smiled pleasantly and turned your head towards kenma.

"kenma, please teach me how to play volleyball."

he nodded, taking the ball out of kuroo's hands and walking onto the court. you backed up a little so you were at a good distance away from him.

kenma tucked the volleyball underneath his arm and showed you how to position your arms. "put your hands like this and try receiving the ball with your forearms," kenma instructed you softly, looking somewhat bored.

you copied the position of his arms and looked at him, waiting for him to throw you the ball. kenma gave you a soft underhand toss, and you watched the ball reach you. you tried to hit it back towards him with your forearms, but it felt awkward and stiff. the ball ended up weakly going straight into the air on top of your head.

you caught it, pressing your lips together in embarrassment.

kuroo let out a loud laugh from behind kenma.

you looked at him with angry eyes. "shut up kuroo!" you yelled, but a smile was growing on your lips. "you won't be laughing when i learn how to do this and then whoop your ass."

that only made kuroo laugh harder, and you just huffed, throwing the ball back to kenma.

"you're doing it wrong," kuroo said once he was done laughing. he walked past kenma towards you, and stopped one he was behind you.

his hands grabbed your waist from behind, and he gripped it gently. you were hyperaware of the presence of his body behind yours. it made you sweat.

"get low," kuroo said in your ear. "bend your knees."

you did as he asked, bending your knees a little. kuroo guided your body into the proper position, pushing against your back a little so that you were leaning forward.

"toss it, kenma." kuroo's voice dripped with authority. you found it hot. he was a captain after all. "watch the ball as it comes to you, y/n. focus on hitting it back to kenma's hands."

you nodded, and kenma tossed the ball to you, and kuroo gripped your waist tighter. you watched the ball come into contact with your forearms, and hit it back to kenma. it was a little high, but kenma caught it nevertheless.

"period," you said, actually proud of yourself.

"good job, y/n," kenma said, tucking the ball under his arm and clapping lightly. his praise caused you to genuinely smile.

kuroo pulled your body up so that you were standing straight. your ass brushed against his upper thigh, and your eyes widened for a moment. whether or not he'd done it on purpose, he didn't say anything about it.

"try it by yourself," was all he said.

you pushed your thoughts away, and focused back on kenma. you bent your knees and leaned forward, just as kuroo had guided you. kenma tossed you the ball and you watched it come in contact with your forearms, hitting it back to him perfectly.

"holy shit, i should join the volleyball team." you remarked dramatically.

kuroo chuckled, and you caught kenma smile subtly.

"yeah?" kuroo asked you, raising an eyebrow. "wanna try receiving one of my serves?" he crossed his arms over his chest, licking his lips.

you just glared at him.

"you shouldn't join yet, y/n. you have to build up the proper abilities." kenma looked around in a way that suggested he was tired.

you smiled. "i know, kenma." your tone was soft and fond.

"just stick to drawing," kuroo teased, and you glared at him once again.

"you draw?" kenma's voice broke through kuroo's teasing.

"yeah." you looked down at the floor. "but it's nothing serious."

"no, she's really good," kuroo said, poking your shoulder. "you should show him, y/n."

you pursed your lips.

"can you show me?" kenma asked softly, suddenly starting to perk up a little bit. you wondered if he liked art.

you couldn't say no to kenma, so you just nodded sheepishly and walked to your backpack that you'd left outside the court. you unzipped it and pulled out a sketchbook. you always kept it in your backpack to pass time in frees, or for if you were bored in class.

kenma followed you, sitting down next to your backpack. you sat next to him. kuroo stood above the two of you as you began to flip through the pages.

you flipped to a drawing you liked and held it out to kenma.

"this is a drawing of my best friend, ayako," you said. it was one of your favorite sketches. you'd drawn it during a free, where you and ayako were sitting across from each other in the library, and her face just seemed to inspire you.

"wow," kenma said, running his finger against the rough texture of the paper. "that's beautiful."

your heart swelled.

"thank you, kenma." you bit the inside of your cheek.

kuroo bent over a little bit to get a closer look, and then straightened. his eyebrows were drawn together a little bit, like he was thinking. you wondered what was on his mind.

you flipped through your sketchbook a little bit more, showing kenma other drawings you'd done of random objects and people and other visions that had come out of the wilderness that was your mind.

you could feel kenma slowly opening up to you, becoming more comfortable in his words in actions. it made you want to wrap him in a big, protective hug. kuroo stayed mostly silent, just watching as you interacted with kenma.

you remembered kasumi saying that kenma was annoying once. the memory only fanned the flames of your hatred for her. kenma was cool. she just didn't take the time to get to know him.