✧˖*°࿐ you were brought to a volleyball ceremony to congratulate your brother, wakatoshi ushijima. following wakatoshi were the two other aces, who seemed to both find a sexual liking to you.
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@LadyKibo is my 1k...
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"have you ever heard of a y/n ushijima?"
"hm... nope doesn't ring a bell?"
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kuroo sat patiently, waiting for you to speak first.
"do you always have to make things complicated?" kuroo grazed his hand through your hair. you shook your head.
"y'know... i've been trying to get to know you, but you don't wanna cooperate," he grasped a chunk of your hair and chopped it off with a knife that he kept in his pants 24/7. now, 1/4 of your hair was shoulder length.
you gasped from the sudden movement and your new hairstyle.
"could you tell me why you don't talk to me?"
you gave him a scowled look and gave in.
"you're mean? i could list a lot," you flinched, hoping he wouldn't get violent. but he understood, he knew he was hard on you and possessive. he sighed, laying next to you as he tossed the knife to the other side.
"i'm sorry, y/n..." he held onto your arms, a tear falling down his cheek. you weren't sure what to do except hug him. you've never seen kuroo cry over anything nor see him upset at all. "i haven't been good to you, but i hope you know that i'm trying,"
he was hurting inside and trying to translate his emotions into words.
"it's fine," you slid your hand from his back to his shoulders, trying to see his face.
bokuto went inside the room holding a bag with your f/f, lightly singing "gimmeee, gimme love gimme gimme love,"
he stopped in his tracks when he saw kuroo wasn't okay.
"what happened?" you read his lips. you looked away, not wanting to be the one to answer.
