"did you guys know the miyas are rich?", y/n asked, resting her head on the cool marble of the kitchen counter

she was watching kuroo place slices of bread in the toaster.

his jaw clenched when she brought up the miya twins but he said nothing.

his t-shirt was barely covering the marks she'd left behind the night before and he looked somewhat tired too.

"they are?", bokuto questioned, "i had no idea"

"me neither", she shook her head, "they're like rich rich. they have a penthouse in aoyama."

both the boys looked visibly surprised.

"so why the hell do they live in hyōgo then?", kuroo asked, slightly more interested

"cause their grandparents live there, so their parents want to be closer to them", she explained

"ohhh", bokuto tilted his head, "how do you know this?"

"yeah i was getting to that", she walked over to the freezer, scanning its contents, "they're gonna be in town this weekend, with some inarizaki people. and they're gonna be throwing a party saturday night. they invited me and asked me to bring anyone i like"

"damn, it's not fair how you get invited just cause you slept with them", bokuto whined, oblivious of kuroo's expression

mr. bedhead had been brought back to the harsh reality where y/n had a literal fuck book.

he watched, sighing as she pulled out a popsicle from the freezer.

"y/n, it's breakfast time", bokuto shook his head in disapproval, "this is so unhealthy"

he didn't look it, but he followed a pretty healthy diet and tried to ensure that his best friend did the same. keyword, tried.

it was amusing to see kou babying someone else, considering he was the one usually being babied. he took a piece of toast and put it in a plate for her before pouring some cereal along with cold milk.

in that sense, he had a lot of power. he was the only person that could make y/n listen to him. more than anyone else could anyway.

he didn't notice his friend's slowly rising anger.

"if inarizaki's in town, doesn't that include rei?", kuroo spitefully pointed out

y/n bit the popsicle by accident and had a brain freeze, unable to speak for a few seconds. she sent a glare in kuroo's direction, as if to say 'be thankful it's a popsicle and not your dick'.

"y/n, you good?", bokuto asked her, eyes widened, "this is why you're not supposed to have fuckin popsicles for breakfast"

"okay dad", she replied in a monotonous tone, shaking her head to make the brain freeze disappear faster, "do you have a pen?"

"mhmm", he just nodded, watching her pull the fuck book out to browse through the names like it was the morning paper, "but what about your parents?"

"they'll take their own sweet time to cool down", she shrugged, "especially my mom. i think i'll stay at grandpa's house in the meantime."

"wait, isn't that in aoyama too?", bokuto asked

"yeah actually it is", she smirked, "it'll be nice to see tsumu again"

"you're gonna hook up with him again?", kou asked

"actually i think it's more than hooking up", she said without thinking, putting the rest of the popsicle into her mouth and sucking on it passively.

silence took over the room as both of them stared at her.

bokuto, because he had never heard those words come out of her mouth in his whole life. and because she sounded like she meant it.

kuroo, because he couldn't tell whether she was saying something so outrageous to make him jealous or that he wasn't on her mind at all.

he, however, was soon looking away from her, because if he stared at the sight of her and the popsicle any longer, he was gonna develop a boner.

he'd seen how she acted around people she's slept with the morning after.

flirty but nonchalant, great at pretending nothing really happened. she even remained friends with most of them. it hardly ever seemed to end on a bad note.

he was no different.

"are you serious?", bokuto asked, "you like like atsumu?"

y/n seriously thought about it for a few seconds. though she'd just blurted it out to get back at kuroo, she realised it wasn't completely false.

miya atsumu was different than any other guy she'd met. he was nice to her. he gave her hugs. he was a great kisser too.

"i think so", she admitted, "it's weird"

"he's not bad", bokuto admitted, "are you sure though?"

"mhmm", she took a bite of the piece of toast that bokuto handed to her. kuroo was leaning towards her just enough to see her drawing stars next to the word 'captain'.

and apparently she was aware he was watching her, cause she wrote a remark on the side that said 'too submissive and breedable' before abruptly snapping the book shut.

y/n's phone rang as she set down the hoe note on the counter. kuroo, who was standing behind her, clearly saw the name flashing on the screen.

atsumu

"hiii", she exclaimed, picking up the phone

"hey, ya busy?", the blonde's voice asked. he sounded.. different. sad or dull, in a way.

"not.. really. why?"

"i really need a favour."

"go on"

"it's a long story"

"actually i'm..."

"kuroo, did you always have those marks?", bokuto asked, pointing to the small, scattered dark purple patches right above his collarbone

kuroo covered them up as if he'd committed a crime and was hiding evidence, looking at y/n for help.

y/n coughed, looking away from him and beginning to walk upstairs.

"actually tsumu i'm absolutely free right now. tell me everything."

kuroo realised he had pissed her off with the remark about rei but he had no idea why. he wasn't aware of what went down between the two of them on the last night of the training camp.

he was somehow not arrogant enough to assume she was jealous.

"so..", bokuto addressed him, "you slept with her, didn't you?"

kuroo literally went pale. he opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.

"w-what are you talking about?"

"the inarizaki girl. rei or whatever", he tilted his head, "you're really excited to see her"

"oh. OH- uh yeah", kuroo blurted, a wave of relief washing over him, "very excited"

"i heard suna rintarou is her ex boyfriend", he informed kuroo of the tea

"really?", he replied, slightly disinterested, "sort of makes sense, i guess"

his mind seemed settled on the image of y/n sucking on the popsicle from a minute ago. that's it. the thought alone was enough to turn him on.

"so.. you think this atsumu thing will work out?"

"no", kuroo was quick to respond

"what- why?"

"well... because...", kuroo couldn't come up with a rational reason, "because of the colour of his hair"

"that's.. it?", bokuto hummed, "that's not so bad then"

kuroo said nothing, nibbling on his piece of toast with peanut butter.

bokuto's phone buzzed with a reminder of some sort and he gasped.

"what's up?"

"kuroo... do you, by any chance, know anything about... electromagnetic induction?", he asked

"obviously", the boy shrugged, "why do you ask?"

"i have a make up test on it"

"when?"

"tomorrow"

"and how much do you know?"

"i remember reading about some guy called fare day"

"faraday?"

"same difference"

y/n walked back down cautiously, greeted by a cold look from kuroo and a cry for help from bokuto.

"y/n, i need to study", kou whined, "the physics test is tomorrow"

"didn't i give you my notes for that?", she asked

"it's not like i read through them"

"you're never getting my notes again"

"I'M SORRY MY LOVE, NOW PLEASE TEACH ME"

"you can't 'my love' your way out of this", y/n rolled her eyes, walking down the stairs and toward both of them, "kou, go get my notes"

he obediently got up from his place, walking upto his room.

y/n wasted absolutely no time, walking towards kuroo and sitting in his lap, her legs on either side of his and his hands instinctively resting on her thighs.

kuroo noticed that the cleavage her top showed had considerably increased from when she went up to talk to atsumu.

"you're really pushing your luck here", he remarked, looking around, mainly to distract himself from the instant boner he developed

she only made it worse, shifting slightly in his lap.

"kou hasn't touched any of my notes all year, he'll take a while to find them."

"what did atsumu want?", kuroo asked, his eyes wandering about her tits rather than her face

"you think you're in a position to be jealous?", she asked in a breathy voice, lips a centimetre away from his

he breathed heavily, holding her hips to keep her from moving but with no avail. she merely laughed softly.

"captain.. your little friend seems so excited", she whispered, enjoying his reaction

her purpose would soon be fulfilled when bokuto's footsteps became distinct and she hurried out of his lap and on the couch.

bo walked in with a whole binder of notes that y/n had made for him to study from.

"so what the hell is a dielectric constant?", he asked before looking up at kuroo

y/n hurriedly mumbled the definition and began explaining it while kuroo just nodded along.

"kuroo, you look sick. is it too hot in here?", bokuto asked, taking in his flustered face

"yes captain, you alright?", y/n questioned, a look of fake concern on her face

"yeah just...", he got up, desperately trying to hide his boner from the two, "need to go to the bathroom"

he hurried off, and y/n immediately began teaching bokuto physics.

a few minutes was all it took for bo to zone out and look around. outside of volleyball, he had the attention span of a goldfish.

y/n snapped her fingers in front of his face a few times.

"kou, pay attention"

"but it's so... UGHHH", he whined, laying his head back against the couch, "and you're a terrible teacher"

"then what do you need? another teacher?"

"where is kuroo?"

she cleared her throat before facing the corridor where the bathroom was and inhaling deeply.

"CAPTAIN STOP JERKING OFF WE HAVE TO TEACH KOU PHYSICS"

bokuto fell off the couch before peeking his head out from behind it.

"KUROO STOP DOING THIS SHIT IN MY BATHROOM"

kuroo walked out, looking at y/n casually. as if he hadn't just fantasised about her seconds ago.

"i did nothing, let's study physics", he mumbled, sitting on the couch next to them

"tell that to someone who believes you", bokuto huffed

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yo loves, vote if you liked the chapter

lol what do y'all think atsumu wants from her?

sorry for the mediocre writing