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Chitōse Akiko was an extremely patient person. Kuroo Tetsurō came to this conclusion when he made the young brown haired female wait after school for him.

Yes he had his volleyball practice and yes she had her tennis team, but both organizations promptly ended at 6:00pm and no later. However, Tetsurō was quick -or in this case slow- to make his classmate wait extra long for him.

In the end she only smiled kindly at him and reassured the volleyball player that she didn't mind waiting. Even more so, he was tempted to cancel the plans with her in order to gage her reaction but shook away that idea.

Tetsurō was many things, but he wasn't one to risk his class work.

"So how did you know we lived in the same area, Kuroo-San," Akiko asked after walking in silence for a while.

The fall male gave a short breath of laughter. "Ah well, I've seen you around before. It's not hard to miss someone like you."

"Someone like me?"

Tetsurō eyed her from the side, his fingers laced together to support the back of his head as he walked. He had to watch that his elbows wouldn't conk her in the back of the head, but one day he was sure he'd be able to accomplish such a feat without batting an eyelash; he was positive he'd grow a few more centimeters before the year was done.

Yes, someone like her... Despite being rather short he noticed, with her just barely managing to reach the top of his shoulders and her small frame easily being overpowered by his, she was not someone he or anyone whose eyes can pass over without much thought. Akiko really was pretty in every sense of the word. Not gorgeous, that was a description he'd save for someone taller with her looks; and not cute because her face was angled with more maturity than many other fifteen year old girls. But definitely pretty, or dare he say beautiful.

And then his eyes worked their way down to examine more of her. She was petite, small and he thought her body looked more like a child's than a teenager's. Her chest proving that she hardly had anything there to suggest her age. Though as his gaze worked more down, he took note that while longer in the front, her skirt hiked up higher in the back.

So she has a large ass, he thought to himself. That sure makes up for a lot that she's lacking.

"Kuroo-San," a hesitant voice spoke up.

Tetsurō's brown eyes snapped up to her own, her brows furrowing in on each other.

He got caught red handed. Well shit.

"Ah- sorry, Chitōse-San. I was just thinking..."

The girl turned bright red before nodding and looking away.

The rest of the train ride and walk home had been quiet while Tetsurō silently berated himself for being caught. He looked, but he didn't see the harm in him looking. The only thing was he wasn't fond of making girls sad. Riling them up and having them yell at him in anger he was okay with, but making sweet Chitōse Akiko curl in on herself than explode wasn't his plan.

He knew she was too polite to ever mention what had happened and he didn't actually want to make her- God forbid- cry, so Tetsurō wasn't planning on bringing it up either.

The rest of the time spent together was quiet and Akiko only ever spoke to him about minor stuff that dealt with the project.

Now the messy haired boy didn't consider himself to be one to get upset about trivial things, so why did he feel so bad about it?

It had been a week since the project was complete, him and Akiko working as a good team academically and earning a perfect score on their assignment; but outside of that, they never interacted since.

Girls, in his mind, were more complicated than boys. They become upset over nearly every little thing and held onto it for ages. When he provoked the members of volleyball teams, they became upset but the kind that fueled their need to win. Off the courts he was just as sharp tongued, though more out of persona than anything else.

Thus, he hardly ever said anything to girls to provoke them. Opting to minds more similar in wiring like his. Because a boy can shake something off in a matter of minutes, girls... Not so much.

Tetsurō was at his best friend Kozume Kenma's house. Him trying to get the young boy to practice volleyball with him off school grounds. The messy haired boy had taken their break to lay down and stare at the blue, cloudless sky in thought when his two-toned haired friend spoke up.

"Mm- Kuro."

Tetsurō turned his head to where his friend was sitting a couple of feet away, fingers dancing away on his hand-held gaming device. "What is it?"

The boy seemed to mull over his thoughts a little bit, a hum sounding from his throat before deciding to speak. "You're still thinking about that girl, aren't you?"

Tetsurō watched his friend continue to play while he thought about what Kenma said. It was true that he had been thinking about his too-kind classmate. After the project she seemed to have gone out of her way to avoid the messy haired boy, though he seemed also adamant about not bothering her either.

Rather than say anything, the tall volleyball player just gave a 'hn' of acknowledgement.

So what if he was thinking about her. Boys usually thought of girls when they weren't thinking about sports or school. Though he could remember seeing her small face looking up at him with big brown eyes that showed nothing but happiness. The way her lips smiled and her teeth peeked out from beneath the pink skin. Or the way how she ran a hand through her hair, or tossed it over her should he caught the scent of her shampoo (green apple, was it?).

But nope, this was completely natural. After all, he was a boy and she was a girl. And puberty he noticed was starting to hit him hard at fifteen if growing hair and his voice cracking ever so slightly was anything to hint at.

That's why he was thinking about it. There was no other reason for it. At least, not one that he wanted.

Edited 8/3/17