"They're coming, they're coming!" Kuroo's teammate shook the young man.

Kuroo, the middle blocer of his new team in collage, looked out the window of the fashionable café where he was sitting with his friends. It was not without reason that they liked this place, because it was right opposite the ballet school. The young men liked to watch the pretty ballerinas with longing eyes, and they could also feast their eyes on foreign beauties, because the ballet school offered training to ballerinas from all over the world.

And while most guys were content to just look at any pretty face, Kuroo was always looking out for you. He didn't know your name yet, but while his friends argued whether that Russian girl or that French girl had nicer legs, only to be distracted by the Japanese girl with long black hair, Kuroo was always looking out for you. He was calmly sipping his iced coffee through a straw when, out of the many lovely faces, he spotted yours as you were leaving the ballet school. He pulled himself together and put the coffee down.

"Gentlemen, wish me luck." He said to friends in offical way and other boys looked at him with respect and admiration.

Kuroo was always the most bold of them all. He wasn't a player tho but also wasn't shy. He wasn't a man who would observe desired woman from distance. No. He had watched you long enough to conclude in his rather foolish naivety that he must really love you since he hadn't even wanted to go to the party last weekend. He felt sick. He had to have his ballerina.