teach me // kuroo tetsuro

𝟐𝟐 ⇢ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

"you and kuroo are so lovey dovey," ayako remarked with a giggle, chewing a bit of her slice of pizza.

you shrugged. "i guess."

"he's always touching you," she said, looking back at kuroo. he was talking to kenma, but it seemed like more of a one sided conversation since kenma looked bored. bokuto and tanaka were at the table with you, but they were talking to each other.

"i know. but i love it." you took a bite of your own slice of pizza. "he likes to hold my thighs."

ayako nodded thoughtfully. "yeah, he seems like he would like thighs."

the two of you talked casually about this and that. you asked ayako what her and tanaka were doing tomorrow, and she answered that they were going to get food and go to the mall. you nodded. ayako loved shopping, so of course she would want to bring tanaka to the mall.

you were about halfway through your slice of pizza when kasumi decided to grace you with her presence. you figured it had been a while since she'd bothered you; she probably couldn't help herself.

"hey y/n," she said brightly. she was surrounded by two of her friends that pretty much looked and acted exactly like her.

"what is it, kasumi?" you sounded exasperated as you turned towards her. you were honestly tired of dealing with her, and you wondered how she had the nerve to come bother you after what had happened the other day.

"why are you being so aggressive? i just came to compliment how pretty you look." her tone was laced with sarcasm, and her eyebrow was raised in amusement.

you just sighed, turning your head away from her and focusing back on your food.

"i didn't know you were one of kuroo's hoes," she said slowly, enunciating each word so that they sunk into you like poison. 

you knew she was referencing your hug with him before the dance. you pressed your lips together, and ayako rubbed your arm to try to get you to calm down.

"i didn't know you were like that," kasumi spoke. "you think you're so much better than me, but turns out you're just a slut."

you bit the inside of your cheek, anger swirling in your stomach.

"i figured you out, y/n. you just got with kuroo because you hate me." a short giggle left her lips. "that's so low of you." kasumi placed her hand on your shoulder. "i don't know how many times i have to tell you. kuroo likes me. kuroo is mine."

"you're fucking delusional, kasumi." you spoke firmly, trying to keep your composure.

kasumi just laughed. "am i?" she sighed dramatically. "i'll prove it to you, then."

you whipped your body around, watching her make her way over to kuroo, swinging her hips obnoxiously as she looked at you over her shoulder with a nauseating grin.

"kuroo," she cooed, pulling his attention away from kenma. she put her own hands on his shoulders, and her fingers ran down the material of kuroo's dress shirt, feeling his chest, as she made eye contact with you, a smirk on her face.

"calm down, y/n," ayako said from next to you, patting your leg. "she's just being a bitch. don't mind her."

you didn't say anything, and just watched the scene play out in front of you with angry eyes. kuroo looked confused, and his head was on a swivel, probably looking for you.

"kasumi, can you stop?" kuroo asked, trying to pull himself away from her, but she held him firmly in her grasp.

it was when kasumi touched his face and neck, borderline choking him, that you lost it. you hopped out of your chair and stormed over to kasumi, anger piling up on top of itself inside of you. your head was clouded with frustration. you were tired of kasumi's shit, and you were ending it here.