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You notice a boy at college and gain feelings. When you tell your friends, Tanaka and Nishinoya in the grade ahead of you, they decide to set you two up together. Then you realize you like another, and another, and another. You can’t pick. So, you decide to try each boy. In bed, in fluff, and in arguments to see which one you like most.
~Present~
You’re walking back to your dorm, thinking deeply about what your two best friends, Nishinoya and Tanaka told you. A party. It went something like…
“Come on bro! There’ll be lots of dudes since you’re gay and stuff!” Tanaka said while chugging his boba.
He insisted coming to this place since his crush, Kiyoko, worked the register after morning classes.
“I’m not gay, I’m bi curious.” You sigh, taking a sip of your own drink, a hot chocolate.
They didn’t have popping boba, and well, you hate the texture of tapioca so you just got a hot cocoa.
“Come on, still means you like dudes!” Nishinoya said a bit too loudly, with you glaring at him. “Tomato tomato! Please come, I’m sure you’ll realize how you feel about who you like after, am I right?”
You sigh. You might as well give in, they won’t shut up until you do, so you decide to give in.
Present:
Now you have to figure out if you’ll ACTUALLY go or you just lied to get out of it.
It’s probably the second option
As you walk, you notice a boy your height with a boy significantly taller than himself. You see them together quite often. He’s always glued to his game, and you find that slightly endearing. You notice he never looks up from his game and how adorable his focused expression is.
Anyways, you make it to your dorm. It’s one of those fancy dorms that’s a mini house as in, literally a mini penthouse. You got lucky and don’t share a dorm. Thankfully.
As you set down your belongings, Noya sends you the address. Now you *really* have to go. It’d break his heart if you didn’t. Not that you cared, like you really didn’t. But the thought of him bringing it up all the time pisses you off enough for you to get dressed. You’re casual, a compression shirt and some grey sweats. You fix your hair and sigh. You’re really going to a stupid college party. You heavily dislike those.
6:23 pm
You get a knock. Nobody knocks, what do they want?
You get up and walk to your door. You open the door cautiously. To your surprise, it’s not some weirdo. It’s worse. It’s someone energetic. You hate those types of people.
He waves flamboyantly.
“hey hey hey! I’m from the dorm next door! Names Bokuto!”
He extends his hand for a handshake. You do it hesitantly.
“I’m Y/N.” You state flatly, looking at him blankly.
He notices your look and his expression falters for a bit before his grin widens again.
“I just wanted to introduce myself! I can already see us being best friends!!” His certain claim makes you subtly roll your eyes.
You barely consider Tanaka and Nishinoya a friend, let alone someone just as energetic as them. You don’t like making friends, it’s annoying.
After a conversation that goes on and on, you finally seek refuge in your couch once he’s gone. You sigh contentedly as you sink into the cushions.
10:34 pm
You walk in, noticing Oikawa first. Him and Atsumu are at the door, both greeting you with drinks in hand. They’re well known for all the wrong things.
“Hey, it’s Y/N! The emo boy! Glad you showed up, man!” Atsumu patted your back with a grin.
You scowl.
“I’m not even emo. Far from.” You take a drink from him, rolling your eyes. “Where’s Noya and Tanaka?”
You ask, your eyes darting around the room. You notice the game addicted boy from earlier, Bokuto, and even Kiyoko, —why is *she* here?— before you see them. Oikawa’s eyes dart for a moment too before focusing on two people near the back, chatting and drinking.
“I think that’s them, little guy.” He teases.
“we only have and inch or two in height difference, idiot.” You glare at him. He scoffs and ruffles your hair
“Go to your friends already.”
You walk over, not because he told you so. But because they’re the only people you know in this entire college. It’s been half a semester.
11:19 pm
You’re at the bar when someone stands next to you. He’s taller than you, definitely a frat boy. You can’t deny, he’s kinda, just a bit, cute.
“Hey there, short stuff. Let me buy you a drink.”
He looks down at you.
You get a better look at him and realize who he is. You sit next to him in whatever your math class is called. You never payed attention to class names, mostly on the door numbers and teacher names.
“Tch. You’re drunk.”
“No shit. But you’re cute. Let me at least buy you a Jell-O shot.”
You look at him again. His name started with a K, you remember that. He always had that blonde boy with overgrown roots around him. The same game addicted on from earlier. Kuuu… what was it… kuuurrr- no, that sounds wrong. Kuroo? Kuroo!
“Kuroo, right?” You ask, finally letting your whole body face him. He takes that as a yes.
“Can I get two Jell-O shots? Yeah, thanks.”
He pays and maintains eye contact as he hands me the container. It’s kept in a to-go sauce container, but it makes it look super boring.
“Yeah. And you’re Y/N, right? I’ve copied your notes a few times.”
You nod, staring at the jello. You’re too much of a pussy to say you’ve never had one and don’t know how to open it. So, instead, you open it and try to just down it. It doesn’t come out, stuck to the bottom of the container.
“You have to use your finger to loosen it. Here, like this.” He runs his finger around the inside, taking the jello off the sides. Then, hands it back. You find it slightly gross that his finger was on it, I mean, you don’t know where his hands have been. But you’ll probably get sick from even drinking off the cups in this place so you mutter “fuck it” and you down it.
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