You’d recently transferred to Nekoma High. Kuroo knew, everybody knew. You had gained a reputation fast. A lot of the boy’s had fell fast, immediately drawn in by your looks. Which in a teenage boys limited vocabulary could only be described as the hottest girl in school. All the boys stare, can’t help it, it’s a habit to them at this point. A lot of rumours had followed you from your old school. Heartbreaker, troublemaker, definition of man eater. And Kuroo heard them all. For some reason, you’d captivated his attention. But not for the same reason every other guy in this school, not because of your body or looks. But because he swore there was something underneath this whole tough girl act.

“Rumours all around say her body is fantastic. All natural, not a piece of her is plastic. And they say that she's not easy no she's really complicated. They say she's too hot, they say she's too cold. Where she came from nobody really knows.” Yamamoto’s words echoed in his head from earlier. But that only makes it better and it's got me so fixated. And I'm not the type to wait around I've never hesitated But shes got me captivated so the game I'm gonna play it. Kuroo thought to himself. Everyone said you were sent from the heavens but Kuroo wasn’t sure that you were a blessing. You got the devil’s eyes and they’d cut you like a weapon. You’re also stuck in his mind like a bad obsession.

Kuroo had been talking to you for weeks, well, more like trying to. You’d walk away, scoff or make some mean comment but it only made him more addicted. It was another party, lights strobed with all sorts of colours. He knew you’d be here, so he came to. “I heard you had a couple boyfriends, I heard they didn't treat you right..” Kuroo murmured as he came behind you on the dance floor. “Heard you're hated by your girlfriends, ‘cause all the guys want you tonight.” He purred, leaning down to whisper in your ear, drink in his hand as he wore his signature smirk.