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5 years old

The first time Kuroo met (Y/N) was in preschool. He was a year ahead of her. He saw her crying as an elderly woman who he assumed to be her grandmother tries to explain to her that they will be coming back for her at the end of the day. It was typical for most children who will be attending school for the first time to have separation anxiety on the first day, so it was not a new sight around here. He had walked past her, noting how tall the younger student was, which made Kuroo feel a bit insecure. He was the boy, why was he not the taller one?

As days passed by, he noticed how this new girl would try to fit in with the smaller kids from her class, but in the end everyone would walk away from her because she was too good in skipping rope or that monkey bars were easier for her because she could reach higher. Eventually, her classmates refused to play with her because they were afraid that she would step on them and crush them with her large body.

(Y/N) began spending her time alone in the playground when she realized that nobody wanted to play with her.   She would spend time after school by the swings, as she waits for her grandmother to pick her up. This caused the older children to gang up on her. The older kids would surround her when they knew that the adults are not looking and would call her names and Kuroo heard all of it. ‘Lamp Post’ ‘Tokyo Tower’ ‘Ultraman who did not revert back’ were some of the more creative ones.

The raven haired boy saw as the older kids, albeit smaller than her, would try to push her off the swings and would cause her to fall flat on her face sometimes. On the occasion that she was able to get up on her feet, they would chase the girl around and around the playground, which would cause her to trip over something or even her own feet. Once they had laughed enough at (Y/N)’s expense, the older kids would leave and (Y/N) would go back to the swing set and cry quietly as she wipes off the dust from her clothes. By the time her grandmother came, she would be all smiles as she shows the older woman the stars she earned in class that day. Her grandmother would then tell her that she did a good job and would then hit her hand for dirtying her clothes again and hurting herself while playing. The old woman seems to believe that her granddaughter had a lot of friends at school.

Kuroo really did not know why or what implored him to step in and interfere.

It was another day after school. (Y/N) was wearing her hair in pigtails with pretty little hair clips on them. She was particularly happy that day because the results of the first quarter have just been released yesterday and she was at the top of her class. Her name and picture was even put up on the school bulletin board right beside Kuroo’s and another one from the third year as the little achievers for the first quarter. Kuroo was rather pleased with himself, even if the result was already expected on his part, but he was more impressed that for such a loner like her, she was actually good. He hoped she is interested in sciences and maths too.

However, as the school day draws to a close, (Y/N) found herself being pushed off the swing again by a third year, and this time they were being helped by the kids from (Y/N)’s class. With their numbers against her, the girl was easily shoved to the ground.

“That’s what you get for being a smartypants!” Yelled one of the kids from (Y/N)’s class.

“Yeah! You’re so ugly and you think you’re so good!” another one said as they kicked the girl who was struggling to get up from the ground. That entire scuffle caused one of her pretty hair clips to fall down her hair. (Y/N) tried to reach for the clip however she was not fast enough as one of the kids stepped on it repeatedly, successfully breaking it into pieces.

“NO! My mom gave that to me!” (Y/N) yelled as she began crying.

“You have a mom? I thought all you have is that old granny of yours!” one of the older kids said and everyone laughed. At this point, Kuroo had enough and not knowing what to do he threw the ball he was holding to the back of the head of one of the older kids.

“OI! Stop that or I’m telling the teachers!” Kuroo stepped into the scene, puffing his chest out as much as he could to appear intimidating.

“Who are you and what’s wrong with your hair?” The kid he hit with the ball turned to him and asked. Luckily, he was taller than this kid by a few centimetres so he was able to look down on this kid intimidatingly.

“Kuroo Tetsuro. If you don’t stop right now, I’ll yell so loud that the teachers will come running as if there was a fire drill. Better yet, I’ll call the Voltes V team on you so they can laser sword you away from this prefecture. And keep my hair out of this!” Kuroo said in his best attempt at a villain voice.

“Oh, you’re that nerd from second year. Well, nerds do flock together, I guess. It’s not fun anymore. Let’s go somewhere else, guys.” The older kid said and with that everyone walked away, leaving Kuroo and (Y/N) in the playground. The raven haired male turned to (Y/N) and offered her a hand.

“Are you okay?” the raven haired kid asked as he helped (Y/N) dust herself off.

“My grandma is going to yell at me again for these bruises. And also because I broke the clip that mom gave me yesterday.” The taller girl said as she tried to wipe away her tears.

“So it’s new? They are so mean to do that to you. Why won’t you fight back?” Kuroo asked as he watched (Y/N) settle down on one of the swings.

“My grandpa is a judo master. He told me that discipline is very important. If I fight back, then I don’t have enough discipline.” The younger girl explained as she tried to fix her ponytails, making it look messier in the process.

“But you are getting hurt!” Kuroo yelled as if (Y/N)’s discipline was the most offensive thing he has heard in a while. The girl was about to reply, when she heard her name being called.

“That’s my grandma. I’d better go.” (Y/N) said, picking up her randoseru and sprinting to where her grandmother was waiting for her.

“Oh dear, where is your other hair clip? You know your mother gave it to you because you were at the top of your class this quarter. It means a lot.” The older woman said in a gentle yet reprimanding tone.

“I’m sorry grandma, I – “ However, before the girl could finish her sentence, she was cut off by the voice of the boy who had saved her minutes ago.

“I’m sorry, ma’am! It was me. We were playing by the swings when it fell from her hair and I accidentally stepped on it.” Kuroo said, bowing low to the older woman. His mother had arrived a few moments after (Y/N)’s grandmother so he was able to overhear the conversation between (Y/N) and the older woman when he went outside to meet his mother.

“Is that true?” The older woman asked her granddaughter and (Y/N) could only mumble a weak ‘yes’, clearly confused at the older kid’s actions.

“We are really sorry, ma’am. If you want, we can replace the hair clips?” It was Kuroo’s mother who spoke up, bowing to the old woman in apology as well

“No need, ma’am. It was also my granddaughter’s fault for being so careless. You are lucky to have such an honest kid.” The older woman said, coaxing Kuroo’s mother to stop bowing her head.

After that, both children walked home with their guardians and that’s when Kuroo discovered that (Y/N) actually lives in the same neighbourhood as him.

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The two kids eventually became closer after that incident in the playground. Kuroo had introduced (Y/N) to his other friend Kenma who was also from the same class as (Y/N). The young man was reserved and kept to himself most of the time but after being introduced to (Y/N), he was more willing now to keep her company in school even if most of their conversations were one-sided. The two boys would sometimes drop by (Y/N)’s place after school to play or watch anime. The young girl lived with her grandparents, her parents only visiting during the weekends due to their work. Her parents sometimes even skips some weekends when things get really busy, the girl told them once. Her grandparents were very welcoming and the boys especially enjoyed her grandmother’s cooking.

The first time (Y/N) visited the Kenma household, she was very nervous. Kenma has been keeping her company in school, but he has never really talked to her yet. Most of their conversations consisted of single sentences or with their messy haired friend acting as intermediary. It was Kuroo who insisted that she come and she did so knowing that Kuroo would only throw a tantrum if she refused. The two children were greeted by a woman, who Kuroo addressed as ‘auntie’. After introducing (Y/N) as their new friend and finally confirming that she was indeed Kenma’s mother, the two kids were shown into their friend’s room where the gloomy boy is already busy in front of his television.

“Yo, Kenma! We’re here to play your new Mario game!” Kuroo said, crowding into the younger Kenma immediately, trying to see what he’s playing on the television. (Y/N) was surprised to learn that her classmate was fond of video games. She had known him for a couple of weeks now, but he never told her anything about himself.

“Do you mean the Mario Kart 64?” The girl piped up before she could stop herself.

“You know it?” It was Kenma who answered and Kuroo looked back and forth between his two friends, confused at the turn of events.

“Y-yes! I haven’t played it yet, though. My dad says he’ll bring it with him when they come home this weekend.” The little girl replied, unsure if her classmate is angry with her or not. Kenma stood up and padded through the room to where she stood. Without a word, the gloomy boy pulled her by the arm, sitting her in front of his game console as he hands her the controller for player 2.

“Here. Let’s race.” Kenma said as (Y/N) shakily accepts the controller.

Kuroo had to resort to begging, tantrums, and eventually involving his friend’s mother just so he could play the game as well.

6 years old

It has been over a year since Kuroo saved (Y/N) from her bullies and since he had introduced Kenma to the young girl. The three soon became inseparable after that. They would walk to and from school, accompanied by (Y/N)’s grandmother who worries too much about her granddaughter to allow her to walk by herself like her two friends. The two boys did not mind the old woman’s company, knowing that the worry was justifiable. Besides, they both think that (Y/N)’s grandmother was a really cool woman who would sometimes buy them snacks on the way home.

They would stop by at Kuroo’s or (Y/N)’s place to watch anime and sometimes, due to Kuroo’s insistence, they would study even if preschool children don’t really have any homework or extra studying that they needed to do. This earned Kuroo some brownie points from (Y/N)’s parents. It was one of the rare occasions that they were home on the weekday. The trio has just come home from school, and Kuroo for some reason insisted that they try and memorize the multiplication table. This led to (Y/N)’s mother being impressed with the boy. After hearing that the raven haired boy was also at the top of his class, the woman has nothing but praise for him, thinking that her daughter chose her friends wisely and associated with the kids who are good in studying.

Once her bullies had left preschool and moved on to primary education, (Y/N) has had a better time at school. The girl has gained a few friends of her own and the two boys watched as her playmates increased in numbers. Her sudden popularity can also be credited to her winning a local talent show in their district. A girl her age winning a singing contest against much older kids was unheard of during that time.   At the end of the day, the girl still stuck with her two best friends, making the two boys happy that she thinks of them that way. Of course, they would not voice their feelings out loud because that would just be so uncool.

It was one of those days when (Y/N) was out in the playground with Kuroo and Kenma when it happened. They were doing a role play of the latest episode of the latest mecha anime they saw yesterday with (Y/N) being the princess from an alien race whom the mecha pilot falls in love with and Kuroo being the mecha pilot. Kenma, being who he is decided to play the role of the narrator so that he would not have to move around so much. They were joined by some of their friends who doesn’t have any clue what the story of the anime is and just wanted to pass their time playing as they wait for dismissal.

They came to the part of the episode where Kuroo is arguing with his best friend on whether he should let his love go after finding out that she is the princess from the alien race they are battling with. The kid playing the best friend was particularly ignorant about the story they were playing and just said whatever he wanted to. It took all of the kid Kuroo’s patience not to kick that particular kid out of their play group and just have somebody else more knowledgeable about the story step in. The best friend is an important role and how could that snotty brat even volunteer himself for the role if he was not up to it.

“She did not order the attack! It was her brother, Prince Leon who was behind all of this! She’s innocent!” Kuroo exclaimed, imitating the way the character on the anime just shouts his words out in passion, especially when it comes to the woman he loves.

“She’s still part of their race! I say we lock her up!” The kid answered back with exactly the same energy as an orange in a fruit basket.

“You were supposed to tell him that you’ll support them if they are really serious about staying together.” Kenma piped in, a bored expression plastered upon his face as he corrected the kid for the fifth time that day.

“Ahh! This is boring! Why do you have to dictate all I’m going to say? Can’t I just make this more action-packed?” The kid sighed, kicking up dirt as he glared at Kenma’s direction.

“We told you already! We’re doing Toho Daimos, if you can’t do the role of Kyoshiro properly, then just leave!” Kuroo said, resting his hands on his hips, and glaring back at the boy.

“Well, you suck in your role as well!” The boy retorted, averting his gaze and engaging in a glaring contest against Kuroo instead. Everyone present in the playground could sense the tension between the two boys.

“Really? You think you can be a better Kazuya than me? You don’t even know what Tosho Daimos is all about!” The raven haired boy replied, stepping closer to his enemy.

“Who cares about a stupid robot? I just want to get the princess! She does not need a nerd like you to be her friend!” was the kid’s reply.

Something inside Kuroo snapped and before he could think about his actions, he had grabbed (Y/N)’s wrist and pulled her closer to him.   “You will not take her away! She is my princess!” Kuroo yelled back.

“Oh really? Does she even want to hang out with a nerd like you?” The kid challenged, further fuelling Kuroo’s anger.

“Watch me.” Kuroo answered.

It all happened in a flash. Kuroo had pulled (Y/N) close to him and messily placed his lips against the girl’s. He did not know what he did had a large impact or whatever meaning the action must have. He has seen his parents do it numerous times, that he thought it would be okay since (Y/N) and him are friends. A pair of hands pushed against his chest and the boy pulled away to see (Y/N) staring at him in shock, her face as red as a stop light. They stared at each other for a while, before (Y/N) sniffed and the first drops of tears fell from her eyes.

“Tetsuro-kun, you dummy!” the girl yelled at him, before pushing him once more and running away. The girl spent the rest of the time inside their classroom before her grandmother came to pick her up. The three children walked together in silence, no one daring to bring up the subject of whatever happened during play time.

It was only some time later that Kuroo found out that kisses should not be given as freely as he did and that two people should be more than just friends to share one.

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5 years old

The first time Kuroo met (Y/N) was in preschool. He was a year ahead of her. He saw her crying as an elderly woman who he assumed to be her grandmother tries to explain to her that they will be coming back for her at the end of the day. It was typical for most children who will be attending school for the first time to have separation anxiety on the first day, so it was not a new sight around here. He had walked past her, noting how tall the younger student was, which made Kuroo feel a bit insecure. He was the boy, why was he not the taller one?

As days passed by, he noticed how this new girl would try to fit in with the smaller kids from her class, but in the end everyone would walk away from her because she was too good in skipping rope or that monkey bars were easier for her because she could reach higher. Eventually, her classmates refused to play with her because they were afraid that she would step on them and crush them with her large body.

(Y/N) began spending her time alone in the playground when she realized that nobody wanted to play with her.   She would spend time after school by the swings, as she waits for her grandmother to pick her up. This caused the older children to gang up on her. The older kids would surround her when they knew that the adults are not looking and would call her names and Kuroo heard all of it. ‘Lamp Post’ ‘Tokyo Tower’ ‘Ultraman who did not revert back’ were some of the more creative ones.

The raven haired boy saw as the older kids, albeit smaller than her, would try to push her off the swings and would cause her to fall flat on her face sometimes. On the occasion that she was able to get up on her feet, they would chase the girl around and around the playground, which would cause her to trip over something or even her own feet. Once they had laughed enough at (Y/N)’s expense, the older kids would leave and (Y/N) would go back to the swing set and cry quietly as she wipes off the dust from her clothes. By the time her grandmother came, she would be all smiles as she shows the older woman the stars she earned in class that day. Her grandmother would then tell her that she did a good job and would then hit her hand for dirtying her clothes again and hurting herself while playing. The old woman seems to believe that her granddaughter had a lot of friends at school.

Kuroo really did not know why or what implored him to step in and interfere.

It was another day after school. (Y/N) was wearing her hair in pigtails with pretty little hair clips on them. She was particularly happy that day because the results of the first quarter have just been released yesterday and she was at the top of her class. Her name and picture was even put up on the school bulletin board right beside Kuroo’s and another one from the third year as the little achievers for the first quarter. Kuroo was rather pleased with himself, even if the result was already expected on his part, but he was more impressed that for such a loner like her, she was actually good. He hoped she is interested in sciences and maths too.

However, as the school day draws to a close, (Y/N) found herself being pushed off the swing again by a third year, and this time they were being helped by the kids from (Y/N)’s class. With their numbers against her, the girl was easily shoved to the ground.

“That’s what you get for being a smartypants!” Yelled one of the kids from (Y/N)’s class.

“Yeah! You’re so ugly and you think you’re so good!” another one said as they kicked the girl who was struggling to get up from the ground. That entire scuffle caused one of her pretty hair clips to fall down her hair. (Y/N) tried to reach for the clip however she was not fast enough as one of the kids stepped on it repeatedly, successfully breaking it into pieces.

“NO! My mom gave that to me!” (Y/N) yelled as she began crying.

“You have a mom? I thought all you have is that old granny of yours!” one of the older kids said and everyone laughed. At this point, Kuroo had enough and not knowing what to do he threw the ball he was holding to the back of the head of one of the older kids.

“OI! Stop that or I’m telling the teachers!” Kuroo stepped into the scene, puffing his chest out as much as he could to appear intimidating.

“Who are you and what’s wrong with your hair?” The kid he hit with the ball turned to him and asked. Luckily, he was taller than this kid by a few centimetres so he was able to look down on this kid intimidatingly.

“Kuroo Tetsuro. If you don’t stop right now, I’ll yell so loud that the teachers will come running as if there was a fire drill. Better yet, I’ll call the Voltes V team on you so they can laser sword you away from this prefecture. And keep my hair out of this!” Kuroo said in his best attempt at a villain voice.

“Oh, you’re that nerd from second year. Well, nerds do flock together, I guess. It’s not fun anymore. Let’s go somewhere else, guys.” The older kid said and with that everyone walked away, leaving Kuroo and (Y/N) in the playground. The raven haired male turned to (Y/N) and offered her a hand.

“Are you okay?” the raven haired kid asked as he helped (Y/N) dust herself off.

“My grandma is going to yell at me again for these bruises. And also because I broke the clip that mom gave me yesterday.” The taller girl said as she tried to wipe away her tears.

“So it’s new? They are so mean to do that to you. Why won’t you fight back?” Kuroo asked as he watched (Y/N) settle down on one of the swings.

“My grandpa is a judo master. He told me that discipline is very important. If I fight back, then I don’t have enough discipline.” The younger girl explained as she tried to fix her ponytails, making it look messier in the process.

“But you are getting hurt!” Kuroo yelled as if (Y/N)’s discipline was the most offensive thing he has heard in a while. The girl was about to reply, when she heard her name being called.

“That’s my grandma. I’d better go.” (Y/N) said, picking up her randoseru and sprinting to where her grandmother was waiting for her.

“Oh dear, where is your other hair clip? You know your mother gave it to you because you were at the top of your class this quarter. It means a lot.” The older woman said in a gentle yet reprimanding tone.

“I’m sorry grandma, I – “ However, before the girl could finish her sentence, she was cut off by the voice of the boy who had saved her minutes ago.

“I’m sorry, ma’am! It was me. We were playing by the swings when it fell from her hair and I accidentally stepped on it.” Kuroo said, bowing low to the older woman. His mother had arrived a few moments after (Y/N)’s grandmother so he was able to overhear the conversation between (Y/N) and the older woman when he went outside to meet his mother.

“Is that true?” The older woman asked her granddaughter and (Y/N) could only mumble a weak ‘yes’, clearly confused at the older kid’s actions.

“We are really sorry, ma’am. If you want, we can replace the hair clips?” It was Kuroo’s mother who spoke up, bowing to the old woman in apology as well

“No need, ma’am. It was also my granddaughter’s fault for being so careless. You are lucky to have such an honest kid.” The older woman said, coaxing Kuroo’s mother to stop bowing her head.

After that, both children walked home with their guardians and that’s when Kuroo discovered that (Y/N) actually lives in the same neighbourhood as him.

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The two kids eventually became closer after that incident in the playground. Kuroo had introduced (Y/N) to his other friend Kenma who was also from the same class as (Y/N). The young man was reserved and kept to himself most of the time but after being introduced to (Y/N), he was more willing now to keep her company in school even if most of their conversations were one-sided. The two boys would sometimes drop by (Y/N)’s place after school to play or watch anime. The young girl lived with her grandparents, her parents only visiting during the weekends due to their work. Her parents sometimes even skips some weekends when things get really busy, the girl told them once. Her grandparents were very welcoming and the boys especially enjoyed her grandmother’s cooking.

The first time (Y/N) visited the Kenma household, she was very nervous. Kenma has been keeping her company in school, but he has never really talked to her yet. Most of their conversations consisted of single sentences or with their messy haired friend acting as intermediary. It was Kuroo who insisted that she come and she did so knowing that Kuroo would only throw a tantrum if she refused. The two children were greeted by a woman, who Kuroo addressed as ‘auntie’. After introducing (Y/N) as their new friend and finally confirming that she was indeed Kenma’s mother, the two kids were shown into their friend’s room where the gloomy boy is already busy in front of his television.

“Yo, Kenma! We’re here to play your new Mario game!” Kuroo said, crowding into the younger Kenma immediately, trying to see what he’s playing on the television. (Y/N) was surprised to learn that her classmate was fond of video games. She had known him for a couple of weeks now, but he never told her anything about himself.

“Do you mean the Mario Kart 64?” The girl piped up before she could stop herself.

“You know it?” It was Kenma who answered and Kuroo looked back and forth between his two friends, confused at the turn of events.

“Y-yes! I haven’t played it yet, though. My dad says he’ll bring it with him when they come home this weekend.” The little girl replied, unsure if her classmate is angry with her or not. Kenma stood up and padded through the room to where she stood. Without a word, the gloomy boy pulled her by the arm, sitting her in front of his game console as he hands her the controller for player 2.

“Here. Let’s race.” Kenma said as (Y/N) shakily accepts the controller.

Kuroo had to resort to begging, tantrums, and eventually involving his friend’s mother just so he could play the game as well.

6 years old

It has been over a year since Kuroo saved (Y/N) from her bullies and since he had introduced Kenma to the young girl. The three soon became inseparable after that. They would walk to and from school, accompanied by (Y/N)’s grandmother who worries too much about her granddaughter to allow her to walk by herself like her two friends. The two boys did not mind the old woman’s company, knowing that the worry was justifiable. Besides, they both think that (Y/N)’s grandmother was a really cool woman who would sometimes buy them snacks on the way home.

They would stop by at Kuroo’s or (Y/N)’s place to watch anime and sometimes, due to Kuroo’s insistence, they would study even if preschool children don’t really have any homework or extra studying that they needed to do. This earned Kuroo some brownie points from (Y/N)’s parents. It was one of the rare occasions that they were home on the weekday. The trio has just come home from school, and Kuroo for some reason insisted that they try and memorize the multiplication table. This led to (Y/N)’s mother being impressed with the boy. After hearing that the raven haired boy was also at the top of his class, the woman has nothing but praise for him, thinking that her daughter chose her friends wisely and associated with the kids who are good in studying.

Once her bullies had left preschool and moved on to primary education, (Y/N) has had a better time at school. The girl has gained a few friends of her own and the two boys watched as her playmates increased in numbers. Her sudden popularity can also be credited to her winning a local talent show in their district. A girl her age winning a singing contest against much older kids was unheard of during that time.   At the end of the day, the girl still stuck with her two best friends, making the two boys happy that she thinks of them that way. Of course, they would not voice their feelings out loud because that would just be so uncool.

It was one of those days when (Y/N) was out in the playground with Kuroo and Kenma when it happened. They were doing a role play of the latest episode of the latest mecha anime they saw yesterday with (Y/N) being the princess from an alien race whom the mecha pilot falls in love with and Kuroo being the mecha pilot. Kenma, being who he is decided to play the role of the narrator so that he would not have to move around so much. They were joined by some of their friends who doesn’t have any clue what the story of the anime is and just wanted to pass their time playing as they wait for dismissal.

They came to the part of the episode where Kuroo is arguing with his best friend on whether he should let his love go after finding out that she is the princess from the alien race they are battling with. The kid playing the best friend was particularly ignorant about the story they were playing and just said whatever he wanted to. It took all of the kid Kuroo’s patience not to kick that particular kid out of their play group and just have somebody else more knowledgeable about the story step in. The best friend is an important role and how could that snotty brat even volunteer himself for the role if he was not up to it.

“She did not order the attack! It was her brother, Prince Leon who was behind all of this! She’s innocent!” Kuroo exclaimed, imitating the way the character on the anime just shouts his words out in passion, especially when it comes to the woman he loves.

“She’s still part of their race! I say we lock her up!” The kid answered back with exactly the same energy as an orange in a fruit basket.

“You were supposed to tell him that you’ll support them if they are really serious about staying together.” Kenma piped in, a bored expression plastered upon his face as he corrected the kid for the fifth time that day.

“Ahh! This is boring! Why do you have to dictate all I’m going to say? Can’t I just make this more action-packed?” The kid sighed, kicking up dirt as he glared at Kenma’s direction.

“We told you already! We’re doing Toho Daimos, if you can’t do the role of Kyoshiro properly, then just leave!” Kuroo said, resting his hands on his hips, and glaring back at the boy.

“Well, you suck in your role as well!” The boy retorted, averting his gaze and engaging in a glaring contest against Kuroo instead. Everyone present in the playground could sense the tension between the two boys.

“Really? You think you can be a better Kazuya than me? You don’t even know what Tosho Daimos is all about!” The raven haired boy replied, stepping closer to his enemy.

“Who cares about a stupid robot? I just want to get the princess! She does not need a nerd like you to be her friend!” was the kid’s reply.

Something inside Kuroo snapped and before he could think about his actions, he had grabbed (Y/N)’s wrist and pulled her closer to him.   “You will not take her away! She is my princess!” Kuroo yelled back.

“Oh really? Does she even want to hang out with a nerd like you?” The kid challenged, further fuelling Kuroo’s anger.

“Watch me.” Kuroo answered.

It all happened in a flash. Kuroo had pulled (Y/N) close to him and messily placed his lips against the girl’s. He did not know what he did had a large impact or whatever meaning the action must have. He has seen his parents do it numerous times, that he thought it would be okay since (Y/N) and him are friends. A pair of hands pushed against his chest and the boy pulled away to see (Y/N) staring at him in shock, her face as red as a stop light. They stared at each other for a while, before (Y/N) sniffed and the first drops of tears fell from her eyes.

“Tetsuro-kun, you dummy!” the girl yelled at him, before pushing him once more and running away. The girl spent the rest of the time inside their classroom before her grandmother came to pick her up. The three children walked together in silence, no one daring to bring up the subject of whatever happened during play time.

It was only some time later that Kuroo found out that kisses should not be given as freely as he did and that two people should be more than just friends to share one.