Even though I'd never actually met Kuroo, I'd certainly heard enough about him from Akaashi. Supposedly he and Bokuto were close friends, often getting each other into all sorts of trouble. Or that's the impression I got from the way Akaashi had described him.

Kuroo's texts now though made he seem much more innocent that my friend had said. He simply mentioned an upcoming practice match with Nekoma, which I guessed was his school. Thinking back, I thought I'd heard the coaches mentioning it sometime during practice.

As Bokuto was laying back on his bed, typing away on his phone with a smile on his face. It was one of the kinds of smiles that makes you wonder just what is so amusing. Curiosity getting the better of me, I made my way over to where I could see what he was saying.

Now, normally I wouldn't do such a thing. I was the type to always respect someone's boundaries and personal space. But then again, I also normally went out of my way to avoid Bokuto. It's not that there was anything wrong with him; I just didn't like that feeling I got only when I was around him.

The conversation with Kuroo was like any other you'd see between two guys who were really good friends. Or it was until Bokuto remembered the presence of a tiny little owl that he'd found this morning. Then the situation took a weird and pretty fun turn. He snapped a quick picture and sent it to Kuroo, who responded with a cat picture.

So what did Bokuto do? Yep. He took another picture and sent it. Once again the reply was a cat picture.

The ace scowled slightly and then smiled as he got an idea. Before I knew he had me doing all sorts of poses for the camera, each one crazier than the last. He'd show me what to do and I'd try my best to mimic it. But still, Kuroo seemed unfazed and fought back with hoards of funny cat photos.

In the end though, we won. The final picture was just a simple one with me sitting up on his shoulder, but it was enough to earn actual words from the so-called provocation expert.

What the hell are you doing with an owl?

After awhile of explaining, Kuroo finally stopped responding, probably to get some sleep since it was getting late. Bokuto yawned, tired out from the very eventful day. But as he laid back in his bed, he didn't try to sleep just yet.

"You know, you need a name," he smiled, picking me up by my... if I were human it'd be by my armpits, but since I'm an owl, I guess they wouldn't be called that... maybe they'd be called wingpits? Who cares anyway?

A soft, almost sad expression swept across his face. This was something I'd never seen on the cheerful boy before. "Thanks for before," he said, though I wasn't totally sure what he meant. "When you flew up to me during practice and cheered me up, you reminded me of the girl that I like."

"She's sweet and kind and really shy. I've never been able to talk to her since she always runs away from me." Something about what he was saying sounded familiar, but he couldn't have been talking about me. Not possible. We barely even knew each other before today and he didn't even know who I was. "She's really beautiful too. I always see her cheering up other people, even if she barely knows them."

"I think her name fits you pretty well..." Until the name left his lips, I couldn't believe he could have even noticed my existence before I'd become an owl. But when I heard that name spoken by his voice, I didn't know what to say. He'd just named me after myself and he had no idea.