"Hey, Chibi-Chan..." The familiar smug voice calls out to me, and I involuntarily roll my eyes at the sound. "Kuroo..." I begin, turning around to face him. Being 6'1", he's slightly taller than my unimpressive 5'9" height. His red volley-ball jersey is laced with a line of sweat that makes his jersey stick to his lean muscular frame, allowing his defined abs to show underneath, and it takes some effort to avoid my eyes to wander away from his mischievous grin and hazel eyes.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that." He laughs, putting his hand up against the brick-wall beside me. "And when was that? Chibi-Chan?" I let out a sigh, but can't help but let out a half-smile as I lightly push him away. "The first time dumbass." He smiles back, bending down near my ear. "Alright, well I'll try to remember next time Chibi-Chan..." I feel my face burn a little bit, as I quickly try to change the subject.
"Why are you even chasing me down, anyway? Weren't you suppose to grab something to eat after the game?" He turns back to the gym, and then turns to look at me. "I... had something I needed to do." I look at him unimpressed, "What? Sexually harass me?" I say jokingly. "You think that's sexual harassment? You haven't seen anything yet." He waves his hands in a claw like motion, staring me down. "But seriously..." I continue. "What's up?" His expression changes to a more serious one, as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Well, I wanted to ask if━"
"━If I want to join the team?" I say, cutting him off. He smiles again, which makes my heart flutter a little. "You're always one step ahead... Both mentally and physically." I shake my head. "Kuroo... How many times am I going to have to turn you down before you take a hint?" He closes the distance between us quickly chucking the volley-ball he was holding at my head, which I catch on instinct, flinching in the process. "See?" He says with a cocky stance. "You've got what it takes, to turn into a real player... I could see you going far."
"You're so annoying." I reply, throwing the ball back at him, hitting him in the forehead. "I'm serious..." He replies, his eyes pleading and persuasive. "Besides, you already show up to our practices every day anyway." "That's because it's funny watching you lose your shit." I reply, not missing a beat. He laughs. "Yeah, well I'm sure it'll be a matter of time before that happens to you too."
"Why are you so persistent with me?" I ask, this time more serious than before. He looks away for a moment, and turns back. "Come into the storage room for a sec..." He says, pointing to a door. "Wh-Why?" I ask. "I have something to show you..." I timidly follow behind, as he shuts the door behind him. "I like you." Kuroo says suddenly. "Huh?" I say, turning around. "There's just something about you... that makes me not able to get my mind off of you." I feel my face go bright red, hot to the touch.
"K-Kuroo... But... Why, me?..." I stammer out. "There's nothing special about me..." I look down, feeling unworthy in his lingering presence. "You're selling yourself short... Chibi-Chan." He says, growling near my ear, as he moves in to kiss me.