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ayako had ran off with tanaka, which you were only mildly offended about, so you decided to go find your boyfriend.

the last time you saw him, he'd been in the back of the theater, so you immediately started making your way there. you ran down the outside aisles of the theater, trying not to call too much attention to yourself.

you saw a group of boys in red uniforms, so you made your way there. you spotted kuroo's spiky black hair and sped up. he noticed you coming, and his face lit up with a smile.

"y/n!" he called, spreading open his arms.

you grinned and ran into them, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist. he caught you, holding you up by placing his hands underneath your thighs.

"you were so good," kuroo said into your ear.

suddenly, you felt emotional, and your eyes watered. you didn't know why exactly. maybe it was that your hard work seemed to have paid off. maybe it was that you were overwhelmed, having been put through a whole roller coaster of emotions in only the past few hours.

"i was so nervous," you said, feeling the tears threaten to fall down your cheeks.

"i couldn't tell," he said softly. "you were amazing, baby. yamamoto almost fainted."

"he did?" you asked, pulling your face out of the crook of his neck to look at him with concern.

"relax, i was exaggerating," kuroo laughed. "but yaku said you were hot so i slapped him, i hope that's okay with you."

"what?" you tilted your head to the side, completely confused, and that let out a small giggle.

kuroo put you down and leaned his face towards yours slowly, eyes drawing together.

"why are your eyes watery?" he asked, voice heavy with concern. "did you cry?"

"no," you said quickly. "i was just emotional, i guess. i'm happy because all my work paid off. and i think i'm a little overwhelmed." as you talked, a single tear slid down your cheek.

kuroo nodded with a soft smile, reaching out his thumb to wipe your face. your heart swelled; kuroo never failed to make you feel special.

"don't mess up your makeup, baby. you look so pretty."

you giggled. "sorry," you said, ruffling his hair. "did you win your game?"

"uh huh." kuroo looked proud, and you clapped your hands together happily. "it was close, but we did."

"i wish i could have been there."

"don't worry about it. it's okay."

"but you have a game tomorrow, right? i can come to that before the awards ceremony." you began to think of different plans for tomorrow based off of kuroo's game.

he nodded. "i'll be listening for your cheers." he winked, but then his eyes focused on something behind you.

"y/n."

the voice caused to you physically jump. you whipped around around, eyebrows furrowed.

"mom and dad? what are you doing here?"

"you invited us, didn't you?" your mother asked, clutching her purse in a way that seemed almost nervous.

"yeah, but... i thought you said you weren't coming."

"we managed to clear our schedules," your father informed you. "sorry we didn't get to tell you. it was extremely last minute."

you nodded slowly, not sure whether to be happy or upset.

"your performance was amazing, honey." your mother sent you a small smile. "everyone around us was talking about how great you were."

you pressed your lips together. "thanks, mom. i'm glad you liked it."

you father sighed. "we saw ayako's parents too. it was nice to see them... it's been a while."

"i told them that i'm grateful she's been such a great friend to you after all these years. you two seem inseparable." you mother spoke softly.

"speaking of friends..." your father began. "who's this?" he gestured at the tall figure behind you: kuroo.

kuroo cleared his throat, his body stiffening from nerves. "uh, hi." he bowed politely, lowering his head in respect. "i'm k-"

"he's my boyfriend," you interjected, reaching out to hold kuroo's arm. "kuroo tetsuro."

you noticed your parents' eyes widen a little, but they composed themselves quickly. kuroo's eyes darted around anxiously.

"nice to meet you," he finally said, lowering his head again.

"nice to meet you, kuroo." your father reached out his hand to shake kuroo's and kuroo obliged, sharing and awkward handshake with your father. you couldn't hide a grimace.

"you're so handsome!" your mother gushed, eyes focused on kuroo. "wow."

you nodded at your mother, trying to plead with her to stop using only your eyes. it didn't work.

"do you play volleyball, kuroo? i saw a bit of your game earlier."

you rolled your eyes. you knew she was trying to be nice, perhaps even involve herself in your life, but you thought it was too late for that. your parents were simply your acquaintances; you barely knew them, and they barely knew you.

"um, yes. i play volleyball. thank you- for, um. watching it."

you'd never heard kuroo stutter like that before, so you gave him a look that said 'what the fuck.' he shrugged subtly and returned a look that said 'i'm trying my best, you piece of shit.'

"your mother and i were going to get some dinner now," your father spoke, interrupting your silent conversation with your boyfriend. "would you two like to come?"

silence hung in the air for a moment, before you answered.

"sorry, dad. we can't." your eyes and your tone were cold, and you supposed you'd done that on purpose. it hurt less that way.

you knew that this wasn't an attempt to repair the relationship. if you went to that dinner, you would convince yourself that things were different; that they were trying to fix things. but you'd be disappointed, just like every other time. you'd fallen for this over and over again, and you weren't going to fall for it again.

your mother clicked her tongue sadly. "are you sure, honey? we want-"

"kuroo and i have to catch the bus back to school," you said, but sighed heavily. they'd have to prove that they wanted to be in your life first. they'd have to put effort to be present in your activities. you'd played into their hands enough times already. "if you want to spend time with me, come to the award ceremony tomorrow night," you said, giving them a look to make sure they understood what you were saying.

show me that you care.

"alright," your mother spoke, swallowing hard. "we'll see you at home, then."

your throat felt tight. "mhm."

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the sky had fully darkened when everyone began to leave fukurodani, finding their school's buses and stepping onto them.

the lights from inside fukurodani lit up the parking lot as you looked around for the bus you'd come in. your dance bag was slung over your shoulder, and kuroo stood next to you.

"there it is," kuroo suddenly exclaimed, pointing to a bus parked far to the right.

"oh," you nodded, and the two of you made your way over.

you felt a little awkward after the encounter with your parents, and the weird feeling had haunted you as you finished your day at fukurodani; watching other dances and removing your makeup and outfit. kuroo seemed a little weird too. he was quieter than usual and just seemed generally off.

you sighed as you stepped onto the dark bus. it was already mostly full, and as you reached the back, you found kai, yaku, yamamoto, mitsuko, ayako, and kenma all seated in the previous seating arrangement. everyone seemed tired, leaning back into their seats or on each other as their eyelids drooped.

you sat down next to your boyfriend, this time taking the window seat instead of the aisle. you placed your dance bag between your legs and sighed, leaning your head back into the seat.

kuroo sat down, putting his own bag in between his legs, and zipping up his nekoma jacket.

"you good?" he asked you quietly, breaking the silence.

you looked at him with sad eyes. "sorry you had to meet my parents so suddenly like that. it was so awkward, i feel bad."

kuroo shrugged. "if anyone understand weird relationships with parents, it's me." he gave you a comforting smile. "don't worry about it, okay?"

"okay. i just wanted to make sure it didn't mess anything up."

"of course it didn't!" kuroo waved his hands in front of him in protest before noticing your sad face and sighing. "come here," he said, reaching out his hands for you.

you smiled to yourself and sunk into his arms, your heart glowing at his comforting touch. you buried your head in his chest, hugging him back tightly.

when you pulled away from him, kuroo brushed his thumb on your cheek with a tired grin. your stomach fluttered.

you pulled your phone and your airpods out of the pocket of your jacket. you opened your airpod case and took them out, offering one to kuroo.

"want to listen to music?" you asked, already unlocking your phone and opening your playlist.

"mhm," kuroo hummed, taking one of your airpods and putting it in his ear. you put the other one in yours, and waited for it to make the noise that told you it was connected. once it had done so, you pressed on the song 'outta time' by bryson tiller and drake.

the bus started moving, pulling out of fukurodani's parking lot slowly. the lights from the school cast shadows on kuroo's face as the song started. he reached out his hand to touch your thigh, and you smiled to yourself. you were waiting for him to do that.

"you always touch my thighs," you said softly, a giggle leaving your lips.

"i like your thighs," he stated, giving a squeeze. "it's like they have a perfect spot for my hand to be. so i just put it there."

"hm." you raised an eyebrow at him. "you're weird."

kuroo smirked. "yeah, but you like me."

you squinted at him in a way that said: do i? and then gave him a smile, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "i guess you're kind of cute."

with that, you leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes. kuroo's hand rubbed against your thigh gently, and the two of you listened to the song together in silence. the bus was full, but it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

kuroo leaned down to kiss your forehead, and then leaned his head on top of yours, closing his own eyes. and as he felt your chest rise and fall against his arm, he wondered what he'd done to deserve you.

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