His type is a girl with long black hair. Oh right1 Must be intelligent. Kuroo proudly admitted that he liked you - of course that confession was only in his heart and also to Kenma.

‘Do you want to be the volleyball team manager?’

‘OK.’

Tetsuro chuckled realizing that out of the hundreds of texts he sent, that was the only one you replied to. Tetsuro wasn’t pathetic, but he did feel pathetic. He always managed to make girls blush with his flirting, but it seemed like not with you who were busy with your studies.

It sucks, but it feels exhilarating.

Tetsuro never failed to glance at you if you were around him. He was grateful to Kenma because he met you. Oh fuck, just thinking about the first meeting with you made his feeling for you growing ten yards longer. He’s whipped.

Finding you entering the indoor gym with Kenma, he didn’t hesitate to stop his training just to walk over and greet you. He’s clearly your devoted admirer.

“I’m really happy that you’re the volleyball team manager. Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu, manager-san.”

Tetsuro sighed as you just nodded at him. What a challenge, he thought. But he looked like a puppy- no, a kitten following its mother. Walking behind you with that stupid grin.

You looked calm sitting while watching the practice go by, trying to memorize every name of the team besides Kenma and Tetsuro, clearly. Ah, how troublesome. But you wanted to memorize their names properly, which led you to walk towards Kuroo who had just finished practicing.

His eyes really sparkle. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Tetsuro practically ran towards you. “Ah, you finally need my help, manager-san. I’m more than happy to assist.”

He’s terribly smitten to you.