There was something about you. Something that made him feel weird. Weird in the best way possible.

You were a new student at Nekoma, a third-year. You were reserved. Not like Kenma, where he was always caught with his head in his PSP, a way that you were always thinking. You never raised your hand in class, almost as if you were too busy thinking to think about making a first impression. The kind of student who integrated quietly, not wanting the attention.

Kuroo sat somewhat close to you in algebra and English and noticed how proficient you were in those subjects. You were smart, he noted. He wanted to get to know you, to be able to talk to you, to understand you, to know your interests, to be around you as long as he could— why was he thinking like this? It wasn’t like him.

After a two-hour volleyball practice, Kuroo was walking home when he saw you walking home as well. You were with a few friends, which made Kuroo feel a tad bit envious. He wanted your attention. Your time shouldn’t be wasted on people like that. He wanted to spend time with you. Alone.

"Hey! ‘m Kuroo!” He smiled. “I'm in a few of yer classes!” His desperate time caught the attention of you and your friends, causing them to look at you for a moment before looking back at Tetsuro. He started to walk beside you and your friends, not caring if he had your permission or not. He was going to be noticed by you.