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Kuroo shifted around, groaning as he rubbed his head. He didn't want to get up- no, he just wanted to lay there and rest. He was tired, to the point he didn't feel like playing volleyball for the day, even if the injury was small— that is, if he even got an injury on his head.
When him and the rest of Nekoma were practicing for their practice match against Karasuno (the crows wanted to practice before they went to nationals), Coach Nekoma had called Kuroo over, saying that someone outside the gym had come to talk to him. When the captain of the Nekoma team had gone outside, he was immediately attacked and was hit on his head, causing Kuroo to fall unconscious.
He moved his hand around. The surface was soft, as if he was laying on a bed... Was he in the nurse's office?
Kuroo slowly opened his cat-like eyes, staring up at the ceiling. He waited a moment, before slowly sitting up and swung his feet off the bed, rubbing his head as he glanced around the room— a clean and simple-looking room to be exact.
Ah... Definitely not the nurse's office.
Where was he at? Was he at a teammate's house? If so, why couldn't he have been taken to his place or Kenma's instead?
He gazed over at a basket with a blanket stuffed in it next to the bed he laid on, and assumed a cat or dog was to accompany it.
He paused for a moment.
Where in Tokyo was he?
Kuroo stood up and walked over to the window, looking outside frantically. He was in an area that he had never seen before- and for sure, not in Tokyo. The third-year frowned to himself a bit and scratched the back of his head, before turning around and walked out of the room and into the hallway, only to hear someone talking.
"Ah... I went out to go find Kuro. I expected him to be laying in that ally way he went into, but I found this laying guy in his place, instead..."
Kuroo raised an eyebrow. Why would anyone want to find him? Unless, of course, there was another Kuroo around.
"Mhm... Yeah... Alright, well, I'll talk to you later, Misono. Let me know if you find Kuro... Alright, see ya." A click and a long sigh was heard, before shuffling and footsteps were heard.
The third-year peered around the corner, but only to be met face to face with brown eyes. Kuroo's black ones widen, as he stumbled back, a 'gwah!' escaping out of his mouth. Did he really have to make a Hinata sound right at that moment?
Kuroo looked at the person that the pair of brown eyes belonged to. He was about Kenma's height, making him seem to be in his first or second year, and had brown hair framing his face. His outfit concluded of him wearing a brown shirt with a white collar. Over his shirt he wore an orange jacket, with his sleeves slightly rolled up. Around his neck, he wore a red tie and also wore beige pants that end just below his knees.
"Ah, you're awake," the boy commented, giving off a small sheepish smile, "Did I scare you? Sorry."
Kuroo stared for a moment, before shaking his head slowly, "Ah, no. It's alright."
"I'm Mahiru Shirota. I... Well, found you. Instead of my... Cat. You were knocked out, and my friend and I brought you over to my place. He left about an hour ago, though," the boy named Mahiru explained, as he turned around, "Are you hungry? I can make something for you, if you want."
"Sure thing..." Kuroo replied, as he followed the shorter boy out of the hallway. Alright, it was confirmed he wasn't kidnapped and was just saved. Good.
Kuroo sat at the table, watching the boy make Japanese hamburgers with grated radish. For someone who looked was in high school, he looked like he was really good at cooking. It surprised the third-year himself, a bit.
"Are you in high school?"
"Yeah. I'm in my second-year. You?"
"I'm in my third-year."
Mahiru look at the other male in surprise, "Third-year? I thought you were in college already!"
Kuroo laughed, before a mischievous smirk grew on his face, "Really? That's not surprising. You're pretty short for a second-year."
"What? I'm average for a second-year! I take care of you for almost the whole day while you were knocked out, and that's what I get?" The second-year answered, glaring a bit and the taller boy. Kuroo just laughed in response.
Ah. So I was unconscious for almost the whole day, huh?
The food was brought to the table, the smell filling Kuroo's nose. And man, did it look delicious. The volleyball player clasped his hands together, saying a casual 'let's eat', before grabbing the chopsticks and dug in. The flavoring taste met Kuroo's tongue, and boy, was this the best cooking he's had in a major long time.
"So, how is it?"
"Not bad, Mahiru."
Mahiru smiled in response to the compliment, as he soon started to eat on his own.
Silence filled the air for a while as the two ate.
Kuroo had a lot of questions: "Why am I here?", "How do I get back to Tokyo?", "Where do I stay?". He would've asked them, but he didn't know where to start.
"Oh, that's right," Mahiru started, "I never got your name. What is it?"
Kuroo swallowed his food, "Testurou Kuroo. I'm the captain of a volleyball school in Tokyo."
"Ah... Is that so?"
Kuroo hummed to confirm.
"Do you remember what happened? Ya know: like before you went unconscious."
"Ah, I was practicing with my team before we had a practice match. The team we're going against is going to the nationals. Apparently someone needed me, so I went outside. I got attacked right after."
"Oh, I see."
Silence.
"Wait, you came from Tokyo? How'd you get all the way over here? Tokyo is a four hour flight from this area," Mahiru frowned.
Kuroo paused, staring at Mahiru with a blank expression. "A...Four hour flight...?"
"Yeah?"
"Eh? No way... That's impossible," Kuroo stated, a shocked expression allayed on his face.
"I'm not lying... You can take a look if you want," Mahiru stated, a slightly concerned expression on his face as he looked at the other male.
The raven haired male frantically stood up from his chair and quickly walked over to the door. As he was about to reach for the handle, he felt something on the back of his neck pull him back hard, and he fell to the floor with a loud yelp and a thump.
"What the—?!"
Kuroo stood up quickly and looked behind him, seeing a chain glowing red attached from the back of his neck and back to where the table was. The volleyball player blinked confusingly, before standing up and followed it to see what was on the other end.
He took another few steps, before slowly looking up— and at Mahiru.
Mahiru himself looked shocked and surprised, as if he didn't know what was going on nor what just happened.
"Wha... What is this?" Kuroo slightly yelled, holding up the chain that started from the back of his neck to Mahiru's wrist.
"I... I don't get it... You're... You're a Servamp?!"
"What the hells a Servamp?!"
But even Mahiru couldn't comprehend the current situation, because he was too busy freaking out and saying things such as "But I'm Kuro's eve?!" and "He won't be mad when he comes back, will he?!"
"Mahiru!" Kuroo blurted, gaining the attention of the second-year student, "I have no idea what you're talking about. What's this Servamp and Eve stuff?! I'm just a middle blocker captain of a powerhouse school! I play volleyball, for God's sake!"
Mahiru sweated, looking at the taller male with concern and confusion, "Even I don't know... I'll explain everything to you later, but we need to go and ask the other Servamps about this!" He explained, frantically grabbing his phone and started calling.
A few rings could be heard, before it stopped. Kuroo quickly assumed someone had picked up, since Mahiru had started to talk quickly.
"Misono! It's an emergency! We're coming over right now!"
Yelling could be heard on the other line, but got quickly shut down as Mahiru closed his phone.
"Come on, Testurou-san! We're going to a friend of mine! Your shoes are right there!"
"Alright, and just call me Kuro! And wait for me will ya?!"
Kuroo quickly put on his shoes as Mahiru waited for him, before the two rushed out of the apartment.
The captain had only just woken about about an hour ago, and so much was already happening.
"Gah, what a pain!"
"You say that too?!"