One, two and then three drinks too many with Kuroo, a past rival, was never smart. You swear you knew what he was doing when he took you home that night.

It didn't make sense, you hated each other.

But waking up the next morning, his shirt in your hands and only a single one of his socks on your floor and Kuroo nowhere to be found; you knew exactly where you stood.

It only took one coffee and a walk around your neighborhood that you saw him again, looking better in the afterglow. He saw you too... and darted away and out of sight.