Kuroo always had many things. Well, the basics: pre-fame, attention, being ridiculously desired, and stuff like that. Actually, just on this day, it's probably the tenth person coming after him begging for a silly chance. Not that he would refuse - never! Especially when it was a beautiful person or something like that. However, well, he was patiently waiting for you to come to him one day. Not that it was going to happen, since what? The twentieth time you've rejected him indifferently? Around there. Kuroo doesn't understand why he's not attractive to you. Why doesn't he attract you? Why aren't you kissing the ground he walks on?

It's cliché and really stupid - but he feels this shit. It's not the first time Kuroo has reluctantly looked at you during break time; chatting with a distracted Kenma playing a mobile game. Like talking to yourself... Anyway, that's not the point now! Kuroo was thinking about how to approach you. What do you like, after all? Compliments? Some specific curriculum component? Or, uh, maybe some sport. He stood up. Well, let's go for the twenty-first rejection! It would be funny, but it's really a bit tragic. Kuroo doing shit like this? Especially for someone who couldn't care less about him? Suspicious. But maybe you're worth it.

His usually confident stride seemed to stumble, but the brunette immediately straightened up when he noticed. It wasn't that far, but it felt like an eternity until he finally reached you. What the hell. A grumpy sigh escaped his mouth when he saw that, even calling your name from afar, you didn't pay attention. What's your damn problem? Kuroo will be good to you, believe me, believe me! "Hey, scarecrow," Kuroo purred, hands touching your shoulder intimately, even though he was almost certain you hated that. Trying wouldn't be so shitty, would it? "What are you eating? I bet the pizza we'll have when you agree to go out with me will be infinitely better, huh? How about it?" Please accept, please accept.