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Stolen ||Kuroo Tetsurou|



I looked at the girl across from me as she laughed. "What year are you in?" I asked

"I just began my first year in college," her grey eyes flickered behind me for a moment. "You?"

"Third year in high school," I answered.

She smiled, a sweet, kind smile. I couldn't stop myself from grinning right back. "You're just a baby, aren't you?"

"Hardly," I chuckled. "I'm only a year younger."

"Still live under your parents' roof," she shrugged. I knew her comment was a teasing one so I couldn't help but tease back.

"And who's paying for your college tuition?" I raised a brow.

Yokotawaru just laughed again, "Me. Well, student loans. My wallet is going to feel that later."

"I'm hoping to get a volleyball scholarship," I grinned, trying to brag subtly.

"So you're athletic?" She raised a brow, a smile creeping to her face. "What position do you play?"

"Middle blocker," I answered, mimicking her smile. For some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Yokotawru's grey eyes alone were enough to keep me staring at her and her smile seemed like an invitation to continue. "I'm the captain of the team."

She laughed, "I don't know much about the sport," she said, "But I played it one year in middle school just because I couldn't decide on a club."

"What position were you?" I asked. I rested my head on my hand, not paying any mind to the food I had ordered.

"I was a setter," Yokotawaru recalled. "I wasn't a very good one, but I was too short to block and my receiving skills were astoundingly bad. I never played much anyway, but I did like watching."

"Maybe you can come and watch one of my games," I told her, "You could even learn a few things from out setter." Probably not. Kenma hardly tolerates me, there would be no way he would give her the time of day.

"Or maybe you could teach me," she replied, twirling some of her brown hair around her finger. Her hair didn't seem easy to manage, it appeared naturally wavy and thick. It didn't seem as though she brushed it before coming here either.

Another smile made it way to both of our faces. "I definitely can."

"So I'm guessing you've played for a while?" She asked, her hand stopping messing with her hair and ended up tucking it behind her ear.

"Since middle school," I answered, "What club did you do after you decided volleyball wasn't for you?"

"I joined a home ec club," she said, "It was boring but I had a few friends in it so it was worth it."

"What do you do in a home ec class?" I asked, "Bake? Sew?"

"Yeah," Yokotawaru replied, "Also a bit of cooking and random DIY crafts. I actually use some of them now just so I can cheap out on stuff."

"Like what?" I asked her.

She thought for a moment. "Well, I learned the empty toilet paper rolls make organizing your desk easier. Just stand them on end, put them in a cardboard box or something and then you can use that to put pens and pencils in."

"Toilet paper rolls," I repeated.

"Yeah," she laughed. "I know it sounds stupid but you can use them for a lot. Painting them always keeps my little brother occupied."

I laughed, "How old is your brother?"

"Eleven," she answered, rubbing the back of her neck as a small blush rose to her face. "He seems to enjoy it."

"Or maybe he doesn't want to tell you otherwise," I commented.

"Trust me, he's not one to spare my feelings," she said. "He always tells me if he thinks I look stupid."

"So you look after him a lot then?" I asked, "Or do you just try to look stupid whenever you babysit him?"

"My parents are fairly busy," her eyes flickered around once again. "I have to watch him almost every weekend."

"So aside from painting toilet paper rolls, what do you guys usually do?" I couldn't imagine what they would even paint them to look like. Just a solid color? It seemed pointless but oddly quirky. The thought alone made me laugh.

"Board games," Yokotawaru said, "He always kicks my butt. Then when he gets tired of winning he goes and plays video games."

"You lose to an eleven-year-old?" I raised a brow and another embarrassed blush rose to her face.

"He's smart for his age," she defended, "He's honestly probably smarter than me." Just then her phone buzzed and she sighed. "Speaking of my brother, looks like my parents have something to do."

She stood up and I did too, "Here, let me get your number." I handed her my phone and after a second she took it.

She typed in her number before handing it back to me. I smiled a little when I saw her contact name. Yokotawaru with a winky face.

Just when I had my phone securely in my pocket I felt her lips on mine. It was a short kiss and when she pulled away she was blushing lightly. "I'll see you around," she said, beginning to walk away.

"Yeah," I laughed a little, trying to come up with something to say. I was surprised I didn't even have to use one of my many pick up lines.

I sat back down in front of my food, she was already long gone but her grey eyes were still present in my mind.

I really did hope I saw her again. I'll probably text her when I get home.

After I finished my food I walked around, window shopping more for entertainment than anything else. I was suddenly very bored, going home didn't seem very appealing anymore.

A sweatshirt caught my attention and I looked at the price. Cheap. I grinned to myself a little, walking inside as I reached for my wallet. My pocket was suddenly empty aside from my phone. I patted myself down a bit more, it was definitely gone. Last time I remembered having it was when I payed for my food.

I hurried back to where I sat, seeing if it feel out of my pocket or something. It wasn't there.

My momentary panic turned into annoyance as I recalled those grey eyes of the girl that I shared lunch with. I pulled out my phone and texted her just to test a theory.

The text never sent because the number didn't exist.


A few fake smiles and she made it away with my wallet. How stupid am I?
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