Gritting your teeth, you proceeded to copy and paste the sentence "Sorry about last night, my older brother messed with my phone!!" into every group chat you had and sent them as fast as possible to rectify your brother's IDIOCRACY.

You had woken up to your older brother Koutarou doubling over with laughter as he clutched your phone in his hands, tears streaming down his face as he had sent into every group chat : 

"ON MY PERIOD!! SEND PADS ASAP!!"

There was a myriad of reactions to 'your" message online, but you didn't bother reading them. All you cared about was making sure that nobody thought you to be crazy. Who asks for sanitary pads at 3am in the morning???

When you had found out about the good deed, you had charged at Koutarou, punching his body with all your might, but that boy was made of bricks, and it hadn't hurt him at all. Tears continued rolling down his cheeks as he howled at your weak attempt and his good deed.

So besides having to clean up the mess he made online, you had sore fists that were definitely not appreciated on a Monday morning.

Stomping onto the road without waiting for the green man to light up, signalling it was safe to walk,  you only had yourself to blame when a sleek red Ferrari honked at you in the middle of the road.

But you were in no mood to deal with more shit. Even though you knew you were in the wrong of crossing the road when the green man hasn't even light up.

You stubbornly stood in the middle of the road, brandishing your "favourite finger" at the driver of the Ferrari, while shouting a string of expletives. You couldn't see the driver's face but you didn't care. You poured out your anger from the morning into the expletives. And it felt good. After shouting for about 10 minutes, you felt satisfied and then went about your way, still furiously typing away on your phone.

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"Hey did you see the new Chemistry teacher?"

"Of course!! He's SO H0T. Oh god I thought I'll never say, but it I'd totally do him!"

"I was checking out his biceps under his tight dress shirt, and mhmmmm. He's tasty."

"His car too!!. It's so slick!"

Murmurs spread around you about the "new Chemistry teacher". You cared the least about teachers, since they were never a hot topic to talk about in the school. But today begged to differ. At least this new teacher would be the talk of the town, not my brother's embarrassing message from last night, you thought. Shrugging, you took out your timetable and spotted the first lesson: Chemistry.

Bah its probably that old sensei again. 

Reaching your classroom. you settled into your seat at the back of the class, so you could continue apologising to the various group chats. You rested your head onto the edge of the table, and got to work.

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"Texting in my first class?" A smug voice caressed your ears, and you shot your head up immediately. What you saw caught you by surprise.

A boy-no man was bending over you, watching you intently with his cat like eyes. He had a bed head, part of his hair was dropping over one of his eyes. He was wearing glasses and his tie was loose. You observed him warily. He looked to be the same age as you, but he wasn't a student, He's not wearing a uniform.

"Urm you are...?" You asked politely.

"Wow, you're much more polite than when I met you this morning. Your phone if you may." He deflected your question coolly, and he smirked when he saw your confused expression. He laid an outstretch palm in front of you, and cocked an eyebrow.

Reluctantly, you dropped your phone in his palm, and he strut away, calling over his shoulder, "Stay back after class."

You saw girls from your class admiring his ass as he walked to the front of the class, and you would have down the same thing, if he hadn't make you angry. Who was he to take away your phone? And have you met him before?

"As I was saying, I'm Kuroo-Sensei, but it feels weird to call me that, so you can all call me Kuroo, since I'm only a few years older than all of you. I'm in University now, but I'll be interning here." At that line, he shot you a smirk and you felt the corners of your mouth curling into a frown.

What was that smirk for? 

"I'll be your Chemistry teacher starting from today onward, so I hope all of you will cooperate with me." He shot you a long purposeful look from the head of the class, and you knew you were in uncharted waters.

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The class was unusually quiet for a chemistry lesson, and you glanced around, realising it was because of the new teacher. The girls admired his ripped figure, while the boys looked on enviously.

You glared angrily at your teacher's back muscles as it shifted and his biceps rippled as he wrote a question about organic chemistry on the board. You groaned. You hated this topic.

He finished writing the question with a flourish, and he whipped around. He leaned on the table, a smirk on his face.

"Who should I call to answer this question?" He glanced around. The girls raised their hands eagerly. You took one look at the question and melted into your seat.

nonononononononononono.

"Well let's look at the attendance sheet." He said with a drawl, flicking open the class list. You watch as his eyes glided over the names and suddenly his brows shot up.

You calculated the probability of him choosing you in the class of 40 and not even knowing your name. You scoffed. It was L0w. You concluded.

"Bokuto (Y/N)." He asked, looking up. Fuc. You immediately scooted into your chair, making yourself smaller. Many pairs of jealous eyes turned to you and your eyes widened.

Don't take the hint, don't take the hint.

Time seemed to slow down as he took slow deliberate steps towards you, his shock expression from reading the list earlier turned into a wide smile and it reminded you of a shark attack.

Your eyes grew big and you clenched your jaw. He towered over you and cocked his head sideways.

"Bokuto (Y/N)? Would you like to answer the question?" A small smile was playing on his lips and he folded his arms, making his muscles pop. And so did your eyes. You saw girls salivating as they admired his ass up close once again.

You swallowed. The truth was that you were not willing to do the question because you don't know how to do it. But he was your teacher, and you couldn't disobey him.

The chair gave a horrible screech as you dragged it across the tiled classroom floor, making you cringe. He gave you a triumphant look and turned to head to the front, with you following suit.

His fingers brushed against yours purposely as he handed you the chalk, and you felt yourself going red. Stepping back to view the question, you felt your cheeks heating up once more when you confirmed that you didn't know how to do it. The classroom was a pin drop silence and you could feel Kuroo's eyes boring holes in your side.

"I'm sorry, I don't know this," you mumbled, dropping your arms to your side lamely and put the chalk onto the whiteboard ledge. You turned to walk back to your seat, but Kuroo commented in a low voice. "Wow, you're as bad your brother when it comes to Chemistry."

You froze. How did he know that you had a brother? Was this guy a stalker?? You whipped around and mouthed the word "stalker" to him, and stormed back to your seat.

You watched, fuming as he explained the question on the board and then he added, "I hope everyone understands it, it's really easy." He shot you a wink, and your face turned red. Not knowing if it's because of your anger towards him or the wink he sent you. How is he so infuriatingly handsome and annoying at the same time?

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After the class filed out of the classroom, you took deliberate measures to pack your bag at a snail's pace and trudged towards the teacher's table. He was balancing his body weight with the two back legs of the chair. and his long legs were perched on the table. You scowled at his smug look and suddenly had a strong feeling to shove him off, just to watch him and that stupid look to fall. You had no desire to stay back, but because he was holding your phone hostage, you needed to rescue it.

You dumped your bag on the teacher's table and sighed. "My phone." You ordered curtly, not wanting to waste another breath on this teacher. You hoped that he would give it back, so you can be on your way, not wishing to spend any more time with your too-hot-teacher that made funny thoughts run through your mind when you look at him.

"You're as feisty as how your brother described you." He said with a laugh and you shot daggers at him. You were done with his sneakiness and smirks. Slamming a hand on the table, you leaned forward angrily and the onslaught of questions came. Teacher or not, I'm going to get answers.

"How do you know my brother??!!

Why did you say you've met me when I haven't see you before??!!

How do you even know my brother is bad at chemistry??!!

AND HAND ME BACK MY PHONE!"

You finished it all in one breath, panting heavily. You hadn't realise that in your bid to get answers, you had leaned forward and now your face was just inches from his face, and he also had a good look at your chest.

"Pervert!" You screeched as you leaped backwards when you realised him staring at your chest the whole time.

"Calm down kitty." He drawled and got up from his seat. Every step he took towards you, you took two steps back until you hit the front row desk. Your heart hammered rapidly in your chest as he continued advancing towards you, his eyes never leaving your flustered face.

He leaned close to your face, and you could feel both of your breaths mixing due to the proximity. You face heated up and you thought your heart was going to jump out of your rib cage. Wild, inappropriate thoughts invaded your mind and you blushed a deeper red.

He smirked at you vulnerability and then took a step back.

"Well, for one thing, your brother and I are close volleyball friends. I was from Nekoma High while your brother was from Fukurōdani. And he had to constantly get help from me for his Math and Chemistry work," He flicked a glance at you and you watched him warily.

"And...I was the one you were flicking your finger at this morning." He finished with an even bigger smirk, and you blinked.

Then realisation hit you like a twenty-pound sledge hammer and your hands flew to your mouth in horror. Your eyes grew wide as saucers and your jaw dropped as you recalled the morning incident on the road.

He was the Ferrari driver.

He doubled over, clasping his hands over his stomach as he roared with laughter at your expression. How can someone this hot have a laughter so derp???? You suddenly began to see  similarities between your brother and Kuroo and you could see how they're friends.

You waited for your teacher to calm down with an unamused look. You decided to walk towards the door to put as much distance with this hot psychopath.

"Are you forgetting something?" His usual drawl came back and you suddenly realised you haven't got your phone back.

He crept towards you and leaned his face near yours again. He suddenly slammed a hand on the wall just inches away from your face. Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched his captivating eyes. He smirked down at you in a predatory way as he pinned you against the wall, and you were left, a stammering mess.

He leaned forward. Your heart beat stopped.

"I still haven't punished you for using your phone in my class. Want your phone? Come for detention right after school. Same classroom." He breathed a puff of hot air in your ear and whispered huskily, sending tingles down your spine. 

A/N: this is no longer a drabble anymore. It's a novel. How's your sex god fam  goshookitheace