Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays! Your writing is one of my absolute faves! I'm glad I caught the ask box open. Maaayyy IIIII request Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Daichi kabe-don-ing their crush/significant other?
“What are you doing, Kuroo-san?” you asked dumbfounded.
What was he doing? At first, the thought was a good approach. But as he stood in front of you with his arm reaching out against the wall by your head, he realized how stupid he was to take advice from Lev. Just how distressed was Kuroo to take relationship advice from the lanky blocker?
“____-san seems like the type to like it when guys approach her with alot of confidence and the direct approach!” Lev professed, a proud pointer finger out.
“I doubt that works, Lev,” Kuroo sighed with a frown of disbelief.
“Oh c’mon, Kuroo-san! What do you have to lose if you did that on ____-san?” Lev whined.
A chance, so basically everything.
Kuroo sighed then turned to Kenma. “What do you think?”
But Kenma didn’t say a word. He only looked to Kuroo after he paused his game, shrugged, then returned to his game.
“I guess it couldn’t hurt to try. Better than just bumping into walls as I stare at her,” Kuroo agreed nervously.
“Yes! With this, ____-san’s sure to fall for you, Kuroo-san!”
“Shut up, Lev. You’re too loud.”
Kuroo chuckled nervously. “Uh, talking? I wanted to talk to you, ____-san.”
“Oh, that’s all?” you asked with a smile. You looked to Kuroo’s arm with a small laugh, your knuckles covering your petite smile.
If Kuroo was watching you from afar like he usually did, he would definitely bump into some pillar or wall from getting distracted from such a cute smile.
“It feels more like you’re trying to catch me than talk, Kuroo-san,” you chuckled.
“W-What? S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to make it seem like that, I just-” Fuck. Kuroo swiftly took his arm back and rubbed at the back of his neck, which was just as red as his face, which was as red as a tomato, fire hydrant, probably the sun.
“It’s fine, Kuroo-san. I wouldn’t mind if you caught me,” you said.
“Wait, what?” Kuroo spluttered.
You shrugged with a confident smile, yet your cheeks were pink. “It’d be nice. You know, getting captured by you. Sounds like some Pokemon, huh?”
“Uh, yeah,” Kuroo replied, still a bit thrown off. Was he hearing this right?
“If you caught me, we’d get to talk more,” you averted your eyes before looking Kuroo in his hesitantly. He raised an eyebrow even more confused. “I mean, talking more beats bumping into walls right?”
Kuroo’s ears stopped working. So did his mind. His vision was all white except for his sight of you and him. There wasn’t much audio when he could see your lips move, and he definitely didn’t think about the way you fidgeted around. All Kuroo could understand was your last sentence.
You knew. You knew he was watching you and getting distracted from you.
Suddenly, Kuroo squatted to the ground, hiding his red face into his crossed arms and legs.
“I-I’m sorry! It was hard not to notice! You would bump into things and whenever I looked at you, you were so cool and laughing and didn’t-”
“You watch me?”
“Huh?” Now you were the one who became red. “Y-Yes and so what?! It’s better than walking into walls, Kuroo-san!”
It took a second for Kuroo to realize what you admitted. Then again, when didn’t it take him a few more seconds to realize anything in this conversation? When it came to you, Kuroo had no sense of mind. But he was glad now. More than glad, ecstatic.
“Huh, Lev’s solution actually worked,” Kuroo scoffed. He stood tall again, not acknowledging the way you tilted your head. It would be best not to let you know he went to his kouhai for some advice. Instead, Kuroo smirked. He liked the way you flinched back, your cheeks red. He liked you. “So, do you want to talk? You know, instead of just watching each other?”
This is stupid. It won’t work on ____-san. This is stupid. So damn stupid. I should’ve just asked that damn Trashykawa-On second thought, let’s not even think about what type of bull shit that idiot would-
“Iwaizumi-kun, what do you think?”
“Oikawa is an idiot and shouldn’t be any where near me,”
In an instant, Iwaizumi realized he had just answered your question. He hadn’t been paying attention to what you were saying the entire time you two walked together. He flinched to find you staring at him, confused as all hell. Well, you did have a good reason to be confused.
“S-Sorry! I was thinking about something else. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention,” Iwaizumi grumbled, his hand grasping his face. Really, he was just trying to hide the redness in his face. He was getting too nervous for this.
Thank goodness you were laughing. There was no one else as understanding as you were. It was one reason Iwaizumi liked you.
“It’s okay. Is Oikawa-san bringing you trouble again?” you asked.
“When is he not giving me a hard time?” Iwaizumi grumbled as you mimicked him, pout and all. He stared at you, bewildered, but then began to laugh. “I really do say that alot, huh?”
“Unfortunately,” Iwaizumi became shocked. Maybe you had started to become tired of these repetitive conversations with Iwaizumi. “It makes me wonder if I should worry for your health. I mean, I’m sure Oikawa-san is a good friend. If he wasn’t, you wouldn’t be friends with him for this long, right?”
“Y-Yeah,” you were full of surprises, Iwaizumi could say that. Whenever he thought something, you always proved him wrong. You couldn’t read minds, yet Iwaizumi was having trouble believing otherwise.
Just a few more steps and Iwaizumi would have to go to practice. Just a few more seconds and Iwaizumi would have to either follow what the mangas he read did or just let another day go by without asking you out again. His nerves were getting the best of him again. Maybe another day would go by, just like the past fourteen had gone by.
“Ah, well, have a good practice, Iwaizumi-kun,” you beamed. You stood with such a bright smile. It was making it hard for Iwaizumi to concentrate.
“Y-Yeah,” Iwaizumi stuttered. There was a pillar behind you. It would be perfect. He could do it. Just put a hand against it, just like in the mangas, and ask you out. Simple, perfect. Just do it.
“I hope Oikawa-san doesn’t give you alot of trouble today,” you chuckled.
Stop being so cute.
“Yeah, me too,” Iwaizumi coughed as he averted his eyes. God, don’t do the head tilt. And don’t look at me so worried. You’re making me more nervous.
“Iwaizumi-kun? Are you okay?”
“Y-Yeah, I just… Uh…” Iwaizumi’s voice trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck. He still couldn’t look at you, but the second he did…
Suddenly, Iwaizumi leaned forward, placing his hand against the pillar behind you. The sudden movement started you a bit, it made you take a step back. Your back was suddenly against the pillar and Iwaizumi’s face… Your faces were probably a person standing in between you two, but that had been the closest you two had ever been. And facing each other, it made the situation… More intimate.
“____-san, I… I, uh, I wanted to ask you something,”
Iwaizumi couldn’t handle your eyes staring at him, or the way your mouth hung open a bit in shock. He had to mentally shake his thoughts of kissing you away. As much as he liked you, there was no way of that happening now. There shouldn’t even be a thought of anything like that. Iwaizumi should just be thinking of the big question he had been nervous to ask you for the past fourteen days. He just had to say it, he just had to ask, it was easy. Just say it.
“Did you want to go out with me? On a, uhm, date?” Iwaizumi mumbled. He cursed himself for sounding so nervous.
Your lips snapped shut and you stood straighter. In that moment, Iwaizumi couldn’t wait for an answer. His heart was beating too fast and hard to wait. If he was being completely honest, Iwaizumi would have quickly changed his mind and ran right then and there from the nerves. But fourteen days had past. Fourteen long, unnecessary past days.
Iwaizumi’s stomach fell to hear your light laughter. Of course you would reject him. Iwaizumi was an idiot to think this type of thing would work on you. No stupid manga cliche would work on a girl like you, Iwaizumi had to-
“I would love that,” you answered once your laughs calmed.
“R-Really?” Iwaizumi couldn’t hold back his confusion. Or his frown. But it didn’t falter your smile. Again, full of surprises. “Why were you laughing?”
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t making fun of you, Iwaizumi-kun,” again with the head tilt and that smile. Iwaizumi was thankful his arm was against this pillar, he might have lost balance from this much distraction. He felt like he would just forget how to stand because you were so cute. “The way you asked me out just reminded me of a manga.”
Iwaizumi immediately turned red and became stiff.
“But I would love to go on a date, Iwaizumi-kun,” you beamed.
“Me too,” Iwaizumi agreed, bringing his hands into his pockets.
“You can call me after practice? To talk about it, okay?” you suggested. You walked a few steps as you waved to Iwaizumi. “Have a good practice, Iwaizumi-kun.”
Iwaizumi waved to you with a nod. As he turned towards the gym, Iwaizumi chuckled to himself. He finally got to ask you out. It was a little embarrassing how, but it worked out. Iwaizumi was happy.
Until he could hear snickering echo throughout the gym. He didn’t like it. Not one bit.
As Iwaizumi made his way into the gym, a few of the members were trying to quiet their laughs. They had their backs to Iwaizumi. Were they hiding something? If this was another prank, then-
“You should just walk away now, Iwaizumi-san,” Watari suggested, a weary smile across his face.
“Huh? Why?” Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow, confused.
“Oh, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa sang as Hanamaki and Matsukawa tried to control their laughs. Iwaizumi definitely didn’t like this feeling he had.
“I wanted to ask you something,” Oikawa snickered too loudly. Iwaizumi didn’t like the way the three lined next to Iwaizumi laughing. “If I were to ask out a girl, what would you do?”
“You see, I was going to ask out this girl I like, but I didn’t know how to do it,” Hanamaki giggled, his cheeks turning bright red.
“Would you take her to a nice place at the school?” Matsukawa cackled. “Or…?”
Oh fucking no.
“Would you do something that was from a manga?” the three chimed with a roaring laugh at the end.
“I’m going to kill all of you, jack asses!”
Daichi was reasonable. It was one of the traits that got him the position of captain. He weighed out the pros and cons to situation, and sometimes he didn’t even have to think about the right answer. There were morals he stood by and he was the type of person to stick to them.
So why? Why is he trapping you against the wall with his arm against the wall? No, the better question was why did Daichi actually commit to this stupid wager with Sugawara when he knew it was stupid?
“S-Sawamura-san, is everything-”
“S-Sorry!” Daichi reached his arm back, holding them up defensively. He should just apologize now. That is what the goodness of his heart is screaming at him. The badness in his heart is telling him to punch Sugawara later. Both seemed morally correct. “I’m sorry, I just-”
“Were… Were you just kabe-don-ing me?”
Ah, dammit. Daichi could feel himself make the same face he did when the vice-principal’s toupee had fallen onto his head. Just tell the truth. ____-san is a reasonable girl. More reasonable than you. She will understand.
“I-I’m sorry! To be honest, Sugawara had won in a bet we had and his prize was for me to do this to you. I’m sorry, I know it was childish and stupid and I promise-” But Daichi was cut off from the sounds of your laughter. “Huh?”
“Sugawara-san sure is sneaky,” you replied as you shook your head, but with a smile.
“Well, that’s true. But what makes you say that?” Daichi asked curiously with a tilt of his head.
“Ah, he made me bet with him too. I lost, so I was resulted to ask you for that study date for calculus back then,” you admitted.
“Wait, the one two weeks ago? Why would he…” And then it clicked. “Do you… Do you like me, ____-san?”
Your face immediately turned red. “D-Do you like me?!”
“Oh my gosh,” Daichi couldn’t hold back a laugh. At first, you were taken a back. But you realized Sugawara’s doing and couldn’t help laughing along with Daichi. “We’re so stupid.”
“Yeah, we are,”
“Well, I guess Suga being sneaky was a good thing,” Daichi shrugged. “It got us to figure things out. And kind of make me look like an ass.”
“You didn’t look like an ass,” you replied, laughing even though you were distracted by his crooked smile. It was nice. Daichi was nice. This was nice. “It worked out nicely. It really did.”