Storge | OC x Kuroo |

Chapter 1: The Fuck Boy

Chapter 1:

Fuck. This. Shit

The young playboy groaned as he heavily massaged his temples. He pressed hard with his forefinger and his thumb. He was indeed feeling a migraine coming along. A hangover. In a daze, he felt his surroundings to find a young woman in his bed. Her dirty blonde hair was sprawled everywhere with her head deep in the pillows.

What the hell happened last night.

He outstretched his arms and gave a hefty yawn. Kuroo props himself up onto his elbows and glares downwards at the mystery girl.

Ah, what was her name again... Naomi... Menma... Akari...

After a few moments of thought, Kuroo shoves aside his feather down sheets and climbs out of his king size bed. It rocks slightly, but not enough to wake the woman from her deep slumber.

Nono, Akari was last week...

He scratches his bed head once more before pulling on his favourite red bathrobe. It was warm and fluffy and it reminded him of his cat. He wraps it around his torso, still exposing a bit of his broad chest.

He glances back and checks out the girl in his bed once more. Roaming through his drawers, he reaches for his reading glasses to get a better look.

I gotta get better at the name thing...

"Uhhh" the girl moaned sheepishly. She tucked herself under the sheets and proceeded to sleep.

Well, she's a heavy sleeper.

He slipped on some matching slippers as he hazily headed down the hallway to his kitchen.

Fuck. Last night was such a blur.

A series of events flashed in his mind, only to have pieces of the puzzle. He reached into his cupboard and grabbed his comfort mug. Plopping in a green tea bag, he started pouring in the hot water. With the added sugar, he stirs the mixture and takes a small sip. His mind drifts to last night.

Last night:

"WOOO SHOTS FOR EVERYBODAYYY" Bokuto exclaimed with his hand raising a shot glass. He chugs it in a matter of seconds and slams it down on the glass table. The rest of the bar cheered as they dowsed themselves in alcohol.

The bright lights danced in his eyes as the sound of loud EDM pounded in his ears. Women in fishnet stockings and skirts too short to be legal, were tending to men in booths. You lit a cigar and smoked a puff into Atsumu's face. He was already too wasted to care. He held a childish grin, a slouched posture, companied with an asian glow. Astumu plus alcohol. A bad combination.

"Woaaah bro. Don't break the table." Futakuchi exclaimed drunkenly. He drinks nonchalantly from his cup and lets out a satisfied 'ahh'

"It's okay! Kuroo can practically buy the whole bar if he wants to, let alone a silly table. Isn't that right, kitty kitty???" Bokuto says all flirtatiously. Kuroo rolls his eyes and chuckles a bit, knowing that remark was true.

"Terushima. Pass the joint will ya?" Astumu proclaimed

"Bruh... don't you think *hiccup* you've had too much *hiccup*?" Terushima laughed venomously.

"I'm not feeling it yet." Astumu said as he lunged for the rolled up hash. His arm extends over Kuroo which he annoyingly shoves away.

"Na, you're feeling it bro." Kuroo added as he let out another puff, "stop grieving over your ex. It's pathetic."

"Agh, but she was so hotttt..." Atsumu drooled. The rest of the rowdy boys let out a bellowed laugh, clinking their glasses.

Kuroo flicks the cigar as ash falls slowly onto the ashtray. The embers were ignited for a second until it followed the rest of the ash. The bright speck turned to black.