hello! could i get one with kuroo where s/o rides the same train as him, morning and afternoon, and s/o always has headphones on. but this one day they have them on but no music is playing, and overhears kuroo talking to kenma about "the cute, small girl in front of us". sorry if its too specific !!
Holy CRAB this is so cute TT__TT and don’t mind being too specific! It tells us more about what you want :) But I added a little something just for fun… I hope it’s okay…. It’s a little short but I had fun writing it…
There she is again. Kuroo watched as she sat right in front of them with her headphones snug on her head. For some reason, Kuroo found a sort of relaxation in her the first time he saw her. She wasn’t the kind of person that stands out in a crowd. But, for some reason, she stood out to him. He was able to pinpoint her in the busy train station one month ago. And he’s sure he can find her now with his eyes closed.
It was her presence, he figured, that drew him to her. Every time. And it was weird. A good kind of weird. Maybe one day, he’ll approach her. But she always had her headphones on! Not to mention that every time he tried, she would get this nervous and longing look on her face. So he held back. He didn’t want to scare the little lady!
Kuroo paused at the thought. Little lady. Where had he heard that name before? Had he called someone that? Had he meant that name for someone special? He can’t remember. But he was sure it meant something.
“I’m going to sit down whether you want to or not.” Kenma huffed from beside the captain, tired of his friend’s gentlemanly ways.
Kuroo gaped at the setter. “But what if an old lady needs the seat? Or a pregnant woman? Or a businessman tired from work?” He tried to reason with Kenma. “You can’t offer your seat! That’s rude!”
Kenma didn’t once look at the captain as he continued to beat the game’s final level. “Then just pretend you’re getting off at the next stop.”
Kenma had that look on his face that said it wasn’t up for discussion anymore. And he did have a point. Besides, they are getting off at the next stop. Defeated, Kuroo sat down right in front of the girl. Truthfully, he was glad he sat right in front of her. It gave him an excuse to look at her without looking like a stalker. Maybe that was why she seemed nervous every time he tried to talk to her.
Kuroo nudged the setter a little too harshly for the latter’s taste. “Kenma. Do you feel anything when you look at her?”
Kenma stared at the “Game Over” screen and glared at Kuroo. “Who?”
Kuroo looked at Kenma incredulously. “Her. You know, the cute, small girl in front of us.” He gestured to the girl with his head, not wanting to alert her that they were talking about her.
Kenma briefly looked up from his console to assess the girl plaguing his friend’s mind. “No, I don’t.”
Kuroo looked at the setter in confusion. How was it that only he felt something? The train doors slid open, announcing that they had reached their stop. Kuroo looked helplessly at the girl, willing time to stop in this moment. But he had to drag Kenma out the doors with him or they’ll be left behind. So he did. Leaving behind the girl with the headphones.
[Y/N] smiled as she heard his words. How long had it been since she heard him utter loving words of her? Too long. Centuries too long. She gazed longingly at the direction her love had left with his friend. She felt their love blossoming once more, though they had yet to officially meet in this life.
She remembered one month ago, when she was already starting to lose hope that she would ever find him. Her lord. Her lover. Her love. But then he appeared before her, clad in the uniform of the school she had just transferred to. He always had a knack for giving hope when lost. It was a kind side she saw that drew her to love him. To be his Lady. But fate was cruel. She was sure that as soon as they met eyes, a loving and touching reunion would ensue. But he did not remember her. He had not longed to touch her just as she longed to touch him. To be in his arms once more. Of course, she had considered this possibility. However, she had not prepared for it. So she hid with her headphones. Such a beautiful invention. One could put them on and be free of disruptions— though there was the occasional rude person that would talk to her.
She stared after him once more. She could only hope his pretty words were the start of his love blossoming once again. But, she knew, she would have to approach him one of these days.