when you awoke at 3 am by a phone call claiming your boyfriend got in a fight with your ex, kuroo tetsurou, you could only sigh and trudge out of bed, preparing to deal with the unnecessary stress of that you seem to receive whenever kuroo’s around.
“i’m breaking up with you, i could deal with you saying your ex would ‘be around,’ but i’m not cool with him starting a fight he can’t finish,” your boyfriend —now ex boyfriend— scoffs at you as you enter the club, storming past you before you can even ask what happened. “oh and by the way tell your ex he should start hitting the gym if he doesn’t want to get his ass beat again.”
at the mention of kuroo you look over to find him sitting down with an ice pack against his face—which was already forming a black eye.
“really kuroo?” you ask, walking over to him as he looks up to you with a dazed smile, “did you seriously have to go pick a fight with my boyfriend and lose?”
“why did you automatically take his side?” he complains, “and besides he’s the one that started it, he was talking shit about you, so i handled it.”
“you handled it poorly,” you said, taking the ice pack from his hands and pressing it to his face yourself. he winces at the cold touch, but eventually relaxes into the feeling.
“i couldn’t have just sat and let him say all those things about you, y/n,” he said. “why were you with him anyways, he’s an asshole”
“i guess i have a thing for assholes,” you said, more to yourself than him as you realise that the only relationships you’ve been in have ended horribly.
you could see kuroo stiffen at your insult, but he continues speaking, “don’t you want to know what he said about you?”
“what’s the point?” you ask bitterly, “he already broke up with me, and even though it didn’t actually help, it seems that you defended me anyway.”
“I’m sorry, y/n” he apologised. “i didn’t mean to be the reason you’re unhappy again.”
“it’s fine,” you said. “you weren’t wrong, he was a bit of an asshole”
“so why were you with him?”
“I don’t know, I just wanted somebody to love me,” you said, feeling pathetic as you spoke to your ex.
“but I still love you,” he says, and he moves your hand that was pressed against his face with the ice pack placing it down next to you.
“i know you do,” you whisper, “but kuroo, i just can’t - can we not talk about this right now.”
“when will we talk about this then?” he persists.
“i don’t know, maybe when you’re not bloody and bruised and i didn’t just get broken up with,” you deadpan.
“y/n, one day i’ll get you back,” he said.
“i’m going home now,” you say softly, not wanting to stop or encourage kuroo’s agenda. you stand up and give him a curt smile handing him the ice pack, “look after yourself, alright?”
he nods with a smile, appreciating that you came here — and he knew you probably came for your boyfriend, but you stayed for him, and that gave kuroo hope.
“hey, y/n,” he calls just before you leave, “I know I may have loss this fight, but I wont stop fighting for you,”
“you’re such a sap, kuroo,” you retort, chuckling at his lame joke, feeling nostalgic as you remember all the times you were subjected to hearing kuroo’s witty comments, “go home, kuroo, i’ll talk to you later…”
read part 1 2 3 here (not really essential but you can if you want more context and feels)
a/n: I hope you enjoyed this oneeee people, let me know what you think.
