kuroo falling for the nekoma manager
request: Hcs for Kuroo falling for the Nekoma female manager, who's short and chubby?
a/n: this was so cute awww i love kuroo sm
The first time he sees you, Kuroo doesn’t really think all that much; sure, he thinks you’re cute, adorable even, but he doesn’t fall that easily. He’s a social person and while he acknowledges how attractive you are to him thinks nothing more of it
You two, over the course of the past two years have become rather close, always cracking jokes during breaks in practice and often times finding yourself letting him walk you home, him insisting that he’d do the same for anyone, he just has to make sure you’re alright. It’s the right thing to do
And so the two of you go on as friend for a while, never considering the tense moments that follow when you wish him farewell at your front steps, the way his hands linger beside your fingertips for a drawn out second as you’re passing off the homework for the night, and how you find yourselves alone together in various settings, your legs taking you there as if it’s just second nature to cling to each other
You both ignore it, shut it out
Your friendship is perfect the way it is, the two of you finding a comforting solace in each other beneath the playful banter that filled your days and a sense of familiarity in his touch when he would ruffle your hair just to piss you off, because he knows how particular about it you are
Kuroo will always search for your eyes during a match, basking in the way you cheer he and his teammates on and suddenly feeling as if he’s caught a second wind, his every move becoming more powerful simply by your encouragement; and when the game is over, he’ll always take the time to thank you for all the work you do, for keeping Lev in line when he’s not able to, and for looking out for all of them
You’re close. You’d be perfect together, as Kenma has pointed out a few times, though you both denied it and proceeded to pretend to be husband and wife, although the roles reversed just to tease him. But Kuroo doesn’t want to let people into his heart. He doesn’t want to be vulnerable to them, to set himself up for failure when he’s unable to treat you the way you deserve and inevitably lose you. He doesn’t know much about relationships, and being with you would be, just like Kenma said, perfect. But early relationships aren’t supposed to be perfect, and he’s still so clueless. So why should he deserve to jeopardize what could be perfect? Why take a chance at all?
He knows it’s wrong, so why does he feel sick every time you pick on him, jabbing him in the arm with your hands so much more smaller and fragile than his and giggle, prodding him in the ribs when he doesn’t respond, thinking he’s ignoring you when he’s really lost in thought about how.. Angelic you look
You stand up on your toes, body teetering back and forth as you struggle to maintain your balance just to stretch your arms upward and flick him in the forehead, scolding him for dazing off so often in the middle of practice, and he can’t help but take in just how nice your thighs look, your stomach only slightly exposed as you perch your palms upon his shoulders to grasp his full attention, causing your shirt to lift up ever so slightly
He knew you were cute before, but why do you look so different now? Is he finally appreciating you from a new perspective? No, friends don’t look at each other like that…
Friends don’t look at each other like that
Cue a blushing, rooster headed mess, who nervously reassures you that he’s just thinking about what he got on his chemistry test earlier, moving on with the practice and trying to shake off whatever just rocked him, but no matter how hard he tries to concentrate, he can’t stop thinking about how nice it would feel to hug you, just a little longer than usual when he drops you off at home; it would be so nice to be able to melt into your touch, so warm and inviting, coaxing him down from the stresses he’d endured and taking him into your embrace, despite your smaller stature that he oh so adored
He practically takes on the role of manager, so keen on helping you out and being a gentleman that he piles loads of work onto himself, insisting on helping you print and post flyers, carrying the team’s equipment along with his own bag, and fundraising. He knows better, knows that it’s your job to do this all in the first place and he has other responsibilities, but it just feels so nice to be able to do things for you
It’s one night while you’re both studying for an upcoming exam together, seated beside each other on his bedroom floor and leaning against his bed that he finally gets the best of himself, everything he’s tried so desperately to deny finally cracking through his hard exterior. It’s as if it’s too much for him to contain, his heart inflating from the inside and bursting through to replace the person he’s tried to create around you, the friend he’s tried so desperately to be
You’re memorizing a formula for your mathematics class, knees folded into your chest and eyes fixated on a slip of paper that’s on the ground just beside your left hand, Kuroo situated on the same side. The way you crane your head downwards at the angle leaves your hair falling just before your eyes, but you’re so concentrated on your studying that you don’t even notice the way it irritates you, lashes fluttering against the tickling sensation as you chew on your pencil with an absent mind
He reaches out to tuck the lock of loose hair behind your ear, calloused fingertips lingering on your hot cheeks flush with aggravation and determination for just a moment too long
You look towards him inquisitively, lips swollen from nervous biting and the prodding of your pencil, eyes wide with concern and the sudden touch; he’s completely entranced by you, and his face contorts into an odd expression that’s unreadable, but you can only interpret it as sudden realization.. Or maybe shock?
He doesn’t answer, mouth still parted only slightly and eyebrows knit together. Did you do something wrong?
Without prompt, he closes the distance between the two of you with a sweet and chaste kiss before jerking back and covering his mouth, almost as if he’s sick.
Oh god, what was he thinking? Did he seriously just do that? That’s it, he’s ruined everything, thrown your relationship into shambles, fuck- will this ruin the team? You’re the manager, so I me-
You return the favor, pulling his hand away to take it into your own and gently rub small circles over the back of it with your thumb, soft and calming
He’s riding on a high, the second time catching him by surprised but certainly not unwelcomed by him; he pulls you just a little bit closer to him and is unable to suppress the grin that follows when you finally draw back from him, and he’s never shown you more genuine emotion
