An arm suddenly catches my waist, lifting me up so I lose all my momentum, pulling me back against their searing hot chest. I gasp at the contrast, a violent shudder running through my spine as my cold back meets their blistering hot chest. "Hey, hey, calm down Tiny Dancer, you're gonna catch a cold if you keep running around like that." Kuroo says in a smooth voice, making my blood boil as Misaki laughs, dashing past to go back to our corner. "Why you, I almost had her!" I protest, wiggling against his hold on my waist, kicking my feet desperately. "Sure you did, Tiny Dancer. She was in the palm of your hand." He chuckles, making me tense as I look up at him, glaring into his eyes. "How dare you mock me." I say, already having a plan set in my mind. I slowly, carefully slid my arms to my sides, sliding my hand down his chest, my thumb hooking into his pants, making sure he felt it. "Oh, I'm not mocking you." He says, his gaze lighting on fire as he grinned down at me, and I grinned right back- dropping the handful of ice into his pants. "Fuck that's cold!" He recoiled, making me laugh as I shoved my hips back against him, knocking him off balance and making him lose his grip on me.
"Catch you later, sucker!" I laughed, making a mad dash along the gym to our corner of the room. "I'm gonna get you for that, Tiny Dancer!" Kuroo yelled after me, a thrill shooting up my spine as I bobbed and weaved through the obstacles, practically flying through. "My phone!" I called, Misaki dashing forward, grabbing my phone from the floor and meeting me by the door. I grabbed the phone, laughing as I ran faster now that I was home free from obstacles, running out the exit. While Aima confined herself to a corner, and Misaki to a room, I chose to take my chasing games out in the great wide open, with infinite running room and hiding places. I heard the squeak of Kuroo's sneakers behind me as I quickly darted out the door, dashing towards the edge of the building, hopping over the side rails. I panted for air, my body still exhausted from the dancing earlier, though I could tell Kuroo was hot on my tail. I ran like my life depended on it, turning a corner and meeting another rail- without a second thought I jumped over it, landing perfectly and taking a step to run. "Fuck!" I squealed as his hands grabbed onto my hips, yanking me back into his smoldering embrace.
"Nice try, Tiny Dancer, but you'll have to be a lot faster than that to outrun me." Kuroo chuckled, his breath brushing over the side of my neck, making me shiver. "Stupid long legs." I panted, closing my eyes and leaning my head on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath and get an idea of my surroundings. It was no use, all I could feel was Kuroo, his hot body enveloping my back, his hand gripping my waist, his heart pounding in his chest while I felt every beat on my back. He settled back against the railing, pulling me so sit in his lap, his nose brushing against the side of my neck. A shiver bolted up my spine, arching my back as I let out a small whimper. Why was I suddenly so sensitive? Kuroo let out a low groan that made me tingle all over, my body burning up as I began to fidget. Okay, I had to get out of this, somehow. What could I possibly do to escape, what could I pull off? It's already established that he's quick and can catch up, so it has to be smart, precise, and instant. No fucking around, get as far away as I can, put as many obstacles as I could between us. "Don't try to run, Tiny Dancer." Kuroo says, his voice a dark promise that makes me pause.
