a/n: rip bc i need a better cover for this, but can't edit. :'))))

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"so, about me, huh? well, there isn't really that much to tell you about. i never really thought of joining any club or anything. i do, however, sometimes watch the volleyball or the swim club practice, because shouyou and nagisa are in those clubs.", you said and leaned your head to the side, arms crossed in front of your chest, as you thought about what else to tell takanobu. "there's a volleyball club?", he asked. you nodded slowly. "yeah. interested?" - "i've been playing volleyball for years. i was hoping that there was a team here." you grinned. "well, we have a lot of guys in our class who play, too. and not only in our class. we're kind of a volleyball powerhouse, i'd say. we have enough players to form two to three different teams, actually. and our swim club is really good, too, despite only having a few members. oh, the volleyball club coach is our pe teacher as well, i'll introduce you to him later.", you suggested and takanobu nodded eagerly. "that would be great."

"well, other than that, you already know that i'm oikawa [first name]. i'm 16 and i was born in haikyobi. my parents are pretty cool and my brother goes to a university in tokyo. oh, speaking of my brother, he'll come home over spring break and we're having a barbecue that day. so, if you're up for a bit of socialising and seeing a few of the guys in our class probably getting slightly drunk, then you should come, too." you smiled at takanobu and gave him your best puppy eyes, hoping that this would convince him to come to the 'party'. "sure, i'd love to come. thank you for inviting me." you pumped your fist in the air. "awesome! and of course i'll invite you. we're friends now, after all, right?" he nodded. "so, what about your family? do you have siblings?", you asked him. "i have a little sister. she's 5. my dad's gone a lot, pretty busy with his job. but he makes enough money, so my mum is home all day. and she's relatively laid-back about everything." he shrugged. "i can pretty much do anything as long as my grades are okay." you chuckled. "oh, same here. with the exception that my dad flips whenever i get a bad grade in one of ushijima-sensei's classes. they were some kind of rivals back in high school and he thinks that ushijima wants to make me fail classes on purpose.", you grinned as you said this and shook your head. "my mum always tries to tell him that it's my fault for not studying enough, but he won't listen to that. ushijima's classes are just hard to study for, though. other than that i'd say my grades are pretty good. not that much above average, but good enough. so, i'm guessing your grades are okay as well, right?" - "yep. good enough to enough to satisfy my parents, at least." you opened your mouth to ask him about other interests he had, but just in that moment the bell rang. "oh, shit. we have to hurry up a bit." you jumped up and, with takanobu following you, rushed back into the school building and back into takeda's classroom. 

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one boring period of math later, takeda dismissed you and you and your classmates trudged over to the gym. as you walked across the school grounds, you spotted a few of the third years of your school. to be specific, your crush and his friends. he got up from his spot on one of the table tennis tables and jogged over to daichi and sousuke, greeting them with a complicated looking handshake. you heard them talking for a while before he walked up to you and greeted you by ruffling up your hair. "hey, oikawa, how's it going?" you turned to him with a little glare. "why do you always do this, kuroo-senpai?", you complained. "i don't know. it's just so tempting to mess up your hair. anyway, could you tell iwaizumi-sensei that we can't come to practice today? we have things to do.", he pointed at matsukawa, hanamaki, bokuto and akaashi. "there's this really cool new store that opens up today and we want to be the first ones there. but don't tell him that, please. just think of some good excuse, okay?", he grabbed your shoulders and looked at you. "pretty please, oikawa." you sighed deeply and looked back at him. "you do know that iwaizumi's kinda chill about stuff like that, right? but okay, if he asks, i'll think of something. what kind of store is that anyway?", you asked, slightly confused as to why that store was so important that he wanted to skip practice. "they're going to sell tons of merchandise and shit. and whoever comes within the first hour, will get 50% off on everything. i saved up for this for months and today is finally the day.", he glanced at you. "i'll send you pictures when i'm home, okay? you'll love this stuff." he grinned at you. "alright, i'll see you, oikawa. and thanks in advance, i owe you one.", he turned around and waved at you, walking back over to his group of friends. "yeah, see you, kuroo-senpai.", you replied quietly. an arm crept around your shoulders and you jumped. you turned your head to face shouyou. "what'd he say, [first name], huh? finally asked you out on a date?", he whispered while wiggling his eyebrows. you shook your head. "shut up, shouyou. no, he didn't. he just asked me if i could excuse him for practice today." shouyou frowned. "that's all he wanted to talk about? man, he should grow a pair of balls and confess to you already." you looked at your best friend and groaned. "please, as if he would like someone like me." nagisa nudged your side and you squeaked. "what the hell? where did you come from?", you asked him. "oh, i've been right beside you. i just decided to listen to that bullshit before saying something. i saw him staring at you not only once. and i swear, he was almost drooling. i'm pretty sure he likes you, [first name]-chan." - "oh, both of you, shut up."

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you still remembered the first time you had met kuroo, it still made you grin like an idiot. 

kou ran up to you, visibly excited. "[first name]! [first name], i have to tell you something.", she shouted through the halls of haikyobi high. "i just saw the hottest guy ever. and he's one of our upperclassmen. all of the girls are swooning over him. he's so wow. and you can see how amazing his muscles are even through the uniform. he showed me the way to our class, because i got lost. and i even know his name. kuroo tetsurou. doesn't that sound like heaven to you?", she rambled on about the guy and you half-heartedly listened, grinning to yourself. how often did she tell you stories like that? too often, probably. you had already stopped counting. her tugging on your sleeve got your attention and you turned to her. "there he is.", she mumbled, pointing at a tall guy with black, messy hair and a grin on his face. he walked through the halls, flanked by an equally tall guy with spiky grey hair and a slightly shorter one with black hair an annoyed look on his face. "doesn't he look like a greek god?", kou said dreamily. you had to admit that she had a point. he did look good. "he's so cool.", she continued. you nodded, your eyes fixated on the guy. he looked like a bad guy. the kind that beats up kids for fun. you watched as he and his two friends greeted two other guys, one of them with short, pinkish-brown hair and the other with a bit longer, black hair. "they look like bad guys, kou." - "but hot bad guys. i wonder if they're in a club. i'd like to become the manager." you nudged her side. "snap out of it, already.", you hissed and she grinned at you. "okay, okay. sorry. but you know that i can't resist."

when you got home from school, you didn't even have time to take of your shoes. your mother immediately shoved you back out of the house and handed you her wallet. "i forgot to buy the meat for dinner. be good and go to the store, [first name].", she spoke, with the phone resting between her cheek and shoulder. you nodded. "thank you. make sure to buy something nice for yourself, too. maybe some chocolate, or whatever else you want.", she walked back towards the kitchen and you closed the door and headed down the driveway and down the street towards the supermarket. a mere five minutes later you walked into the store and straight towards the aisle with your favourite candy/food. as you rounded the corner, you bumped into someone and stumbled backwards. you lost your balance and fell, your behind hitting the ground. "ouch.", you muttered. "oh god, i'm so sorry. are you okay?", the person asked you. you slowly looked up. flashy, red crocs. sweat pants. a shirt saying 'cool son of a gun'. messy, black hair. oh, this kuroo guy. "yeah, i guess.", you answered him. "you guess? you're not injured, are you?" you shook your head and he sighed in relief. "good. that's good." he took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "i guess you just fell for me, huh?" you started laughing and choked on your spit. "yeah, totally. maybe that'd happen if you would help me get up, mr. cool son of a gun." he looked down at his shirt and cursed under his breath, probably hoping that you wouldn't hear it. you grinned. he held his hand out for you and you grabbed it, letting him pull you back onto your feet. what a dork, you thought. "you know, now i wish i would have put on something nicer.", he said, still holding your hand. you tried your best to not start laughing again. "oh, you're from haikyobi high, right?" you nodded. "sure am." - "i'm kuroo tetsurou. what's your name?" kuroo looked down at your hands. "i guess we don't need to shake hands anymore." he let go of your hand and looked at you expectantly, smiling. "oikawa [first name]. nice to meet you." - "nice to meet you, too, oikawa. uh, can i make up for that just now in any way?" the smile on his face faded a bit and he looked pretty crestfallen. you waved your hands in front of your face. "no, no, it's okay. you didn't do that on purpose. at least i hope you didn't.", you blurted out. "of course i have to do something. it'd be rude not to. oh, i know. i'll walk you home, okay? or is that not enough? i can pay for your stuff, if you want me to.", he spoke faster with every word and you began to worry that he might start hyperventilating. "okay, fine. you can walk me home. but you're not paying for me.", you agreed and instantly, kuroo's face brightened. "okay, good."

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you shook your head when you thought back to that day. he really wasn't as bad as you had thought at first. actually, he was just an idiot that liked to spend his free time playing world of warcraft with his friends. still, people were intimidated by his appearance. you weren't one of those people anymore. you had grown to like the boy. okay, maybe more like grown to love him. you've had slowly developed a crush on him ever since that day and of course, shouyou and nagisa had noticed. and now they wouldn't stop teasing you whenever you talked to kuroo. and both of them furiously insisted that the bedhaired boy liked you just as much. and as much as you doubted it, you wished it was true. 

"hellohooo, earth to [first name].", hitoka said as she waved her hand in front of your eyes. you snapped out of your daze and looked at her. "iwaizumi-sensei's here.", she said and pointed at the pe teacher who was currently unlocking the doors to the changing rooms. "oh.", you mumbled. shouyou shot you a knowing grin and you glared back at him. he likes you, he mouthed. you showed him the finger and then followed kou and hitoka into the girls' changing room.

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a/n: ayeee, 2000+ words. megan is the mvp, because she gives me inspiration af. 

information for you:

1. kuroo will be a trashy memelord. bokuto, makki and mattsun as well. akaashi is only slightly meme. 

2. the next chapter will finally be some kind of progress for this story, meaning that it will be a little bit of a timeskip about halfway through it, i think.

2.1. question: does seijuro stay for the whole three weeks of spring break or only for a few days, maybe up to a week and a half?

2.2. question: do you want kuroo to ask you out before the barbecue or after?

3. that was probably all for this chapter, because i only need you to answer these two questions for the next one. but if you want to suggest something, do it. i'd really like to hear/read it.

3.1. question: what do you think so far?

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rage on, minna.