I had promised a Kuroo fanfic and here it is! It starts after high-school, in his first year of studying and follows the events of Sowlmates and Quiet Voice. I suggest you read these two stories to know some of the OC and already established couples + the already existing History between Kuroo and Akane.

I'm warning you that it'll be perhaps darker than the other fanfics, and mostly, more intense. There will be a lot of explicitly described NSFW content - because Kuroo, duh - so be ready for it because unlike the other stories I won't put balises every time it happens (only a warning at hte begining of the chapter).

I hope you'll like this story as much as the others~

FANFICTION

HAIKYUU! : BEAUTIFUL DISASTER

CHAPTER I : Prologue

"But there's a beginning in an end, you know? It's true that you can't reclaim what you had, but you can lock it up behind you. Start fresh."

― Alexandra Bracken, The Darkest Minds

"People are icebergs, with just a bit you can see and loads you can't."

— David Mitchell

"I am human and I need to be loved just like everybody else."

— The Smiths, "How Soon Is Now," Meat Is Murder

"People change and forget to tell each other."

— Lillian Hellman

Kuroo Tetsurou glanced around his new, tiny place. A small studio apartment in Tokyo but it was the first time he was renting his own place so he was particularly proud of it. Graduated from high-school, he was now ready to continue the next step of his life: university. Plus, volleyball.

He could never stop volleyball and after pondering for some time whether or not he'd continue professionally volleyball, with the little push from his friends, he decided to continue. Like Bokuto Koutarou, his friend from Fukurodani Academy, Kuroo received a sponsorship from the Kanemoto Group. He would follow the same adapted program from the association between the University of Tokyo and the Kanemoto Group: pro-athletes who wanted to ensure their future with diplomas could follow a special program of classes adapted to their practice and training so they could keep up with both.

Bokuto was worried to not be able to keep up – he was studying History. Kuroo wasn't that scared – he had spent three years of high-school with volleyball practice everyday all the while keeping his grades up in a college preparatory class. He was used to little sleep and lots of hard studying.

Kuroo's choice of field of study in the University of Tokyo was his other passion after volleyball: Sciences. More precisely, he'll study Biophysical Chemistry in the Department of Applied Biological Science.

With the help of his friends and mother, he had moved in his studio apartment and for the first time in hours, he could have a good look at his place. Filled with boxes. He was considering starting to open them and organizing everything in its right place but his stomach growled and he decided that lunch was more urgent.

Grabbing his new keys, he exited the little apartment from a building complex with mostly students living there. He arrived in a hall that would lead to the stairs and elevator – there were wide glassless windows to let fresh air and light come into the hall. He advanced towards the elevator, glancing at his next door's neighbor and seeing piles of boxes left there – probably because more were coming. Seemed like he wasn't the only student moving in.

Just as he reached the stairs because he was too lazy to wait for the elevator, the elevator doors opened.

"Oya!" He exclaimed when someone stepped out hurriedly, holding two big boxes over her frail arms.

"I'm sorry!" The girl exclaimed after realizing she had almost killed someone, completely hidden by her boxes.

"Let me help you," Kuroo proposed.

He didn't wait for the girl's answer and grabbed the box at the top, immediately relieving on the weight she had to carry. They both looked up with smiles.

"Thank y–"

Kuroo froze in the same time as the girl he had just helped out – he recognized instantly this face he had known for the last six years. Short black hair, deep brown eyes with a reddish hue, behind round glasses. Saito Akane.

Seeing the one person they had considered a rival for six years for everything, constantly competing and much too proud to ever admit defeat… they both reacted in the same way in the same time. The shock made them drop the boxes that landed at their feet. They ignored the sound of something breaking in one of a box, staring at each other in a mix of disbelief and dread. Disbelief they'd meet now that they were finally graduated from high-school and dread because they had a pretty good idea of why they'd end up facing each other on the same floor of the apartments complex.

No. Was the only thought they (unknowingly) shared.