I thought that I've been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
It was excruciatingly painful to watch.
His cool hands caressing her cheek, making her squeal from the ice-cold touch. He placed gentle kisses on her skin, and snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
"He's going to get tired of you."
"He's cheating on you."
"You are such a fool to think he actually loves you."
You sank down to the hard concrete floor, tears streaking down your flushed cheeks.
All the accusations, all the rumors. They were true.
Your heart pounded; your head throbbed.
You desperately wanted to scream out in agony; the pain you felt in your chest was as if you had been pierced by a sword. It
The moment he laid eyes on her his heart began to beat faster and he felt blood rush up to his cheeks. She was absolutely beautiful and she made the nekoma tracksuit look better then it ever was. She was hiding behind Kuroo, hugging a clipboard against her chest as her [e/c] eyes scanned around the room.
"K-Kuroo, who's this?" He asked, eyes focused on the female teen who noticed his heavy stare and hid even further behind the black haired male.
Kuroo watched him silently for a couple of seconds before a small smirk broke out onto his face. "She's the new manager of our team, [Name]-chan." He introduced, sending a glance over his shoulder towards the shy female.
That was her name and Bokuto felt it fitted her perfectly.
[Name] peeked out and bowed her head towards him, avoiding his sharp gaze before hiding behind her captain once again. Bokuto looked over at Kuroo who seemed to notice the blush tha
Unlike the others, you weren’t quite nuisance-free yet.
From your bag, you produced a perfect, homemade bentō. The pale blue lid was lifted up to reveal the lunch that you made this morning. Slices of cucumbers laid in one section while a serving of rice covered most of the surface area along with some leftovers from last night’s dinner. It was perfect, considering the fact that you spent ten minutes throwing this together before running out of the house late.
Either way, back to your current predicament.
“(Name)-chaaaaaaaan~” A male’s voice greeted you from behind as your vision was shrouded by a pair of hands. As if on cue, you cou