"So what was wrong with this one?"

Daichi looked up from his phone where he had been pretending to text, glancing at Suga with almost innocent looking round eyes, "What do you mean?"

But Suga wasn't buying his little act. He crossed his arms and huffed, "Yesterday was the third date this week you were back at the dorm before 10pm. You gave some sort of lame excuse for the first two not working out, so come on, what is it this time?" This last one felt a little more personal to Suga, he had suggested the girl for his blind date and thought he had picked well. Crystal was the really sweet Canadian exchange student in his elementary education class, and Suga had been sure her charismatic charm would have worked. But when Daichi had snuck back into the dorm room just after 10 yet again and went straight to his corner of the room, the hope that had been slowly building in Suga's chest withered like a flower in the hot sun. As did his patience.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself man," Suga kicked out at the leg of Daichi's chair to regain his friend's attention, making Daichi glower. "Or are you trying to win the award for World's Biggest Ass?"

Placing his phone onto the desk, Daichi dropped the facade. It was just he and Suga sitting at their table in a secluded section of the library, the others having wandered off in search of a few items from the shelves, and Kenma was sitting elsewhere with his tutor. It was safe enough with just Suga. "It's not like I'm purposefully trying to be a dick," he twirled his pencil anxiously, staring down at the empty page he was supposed to be taking notes in, "it's just almost as soon as they would start talking, I was bored. I mean what is so interesting about a pumpkin spice latte that every chick seems it's necessary to talk about it nonstop?" It was not an exaggeration. Every single blind date he'd had this week raved about how happy they were it was autumn because that meant the return of pumpkin spice lattes at Starbucks. And not just as a note in passing, but a solid ten minutes rambling on about Starbucks and it's fall flavors, until Daichi thought he was going to pull his hair out from boredom. "Seriously Suga, I tried. But what was I supposed to do?"

"Maybe try and show a little bit of interest?" He tried to be sympathetic, but it was hard when Daichi was being so pig headed. "Do you think every girl really wants to hear you talk about volleyball all the time?"

"At least volleyball is interesting," Daichi pushed his notebook out of the way and leaned his head against his arms, "And that's not all I talk about."

"Well I don't count the endless prattling about some author no one knows anything about."

Daichi lifted his head as if he were about to argue back that Alexandre Dumas was not an unknown author, but then he met Suga's strong glare and the argument fizzled out. Instead, he gave another heavy sigh and pushed away from the table. "I hate it, Suga. It's like the only people ever interested are airheads or drama queens." He leaned back in his chair until it balanced on two legs, nearly toppling over if he wasn't careful. "All the nice ones only ever seen to like you and Kuroo."

Trying to hide the smirk from his face at seeing his friend jealous, Suga tried a different approach, "Did you ever think that maybe they were interested, but you just didn't see it?" It wasn't too much of a stretch. The last time they had gone out to a bar Suga had definitely seen more than a few girls eyeing his surly friend, but almost all had been scared off by the intimidating glint in his eyes. Now it was Suga's turn to sigh, "You know what Kuroo and I have in common that helped us find girlfriends?"

"An incessantly annoying positivity?"

But Suga only gave Daichi a strained smile, "We're nice. Maybe you should try it sometime, then you wouldn't scare so many of the good ones away."

Before Daichi could fully process that his best friend had basically just called him a jackass, Kuroo and Asahi returned from the depths of the library stacks, each balancing a large pile of research books. Kuroo dropped his on the desk with a loud crash, earning him a stern look from the other tables of students nearby, "I think we found everything we'll need, but someone double check. I hate trying to find anything in the back stacks, it's like sifting through more dust than books." As if to prove his point even more, Kuroo tried to hold back a series of sharp sneezes, but failed spectacularly as he broke the silence of the library once more.

"You forgot a few," Suga quickly scanned the list of materials recommended by their professor, "A few of the ones Sakamoto said would for sure be on the exam. Don't worry about it though, Daichi and I will find them." Knowing Daichi, Suga was certain he'd want to continue their conversation (and try and convince Suga he wasn't in fact, a jackass), but wouldn't say anything in front of the others. At least not Kuroo. Instead, Suga pulled Daichi from the desk and nearly shoved him down the farthest aisle of books, hoping his friend would at least wait until they were out of earshot before yelling.

So Suga was definitely surprised when Daichi didn't automatically start cussing him out, but instead slouched off on his own, head bent and shoulders slumped as he wandered off in search of the missing texts. Truthfully, Suga's comments had stung a little more than they were intended to. Daichi knew he didn't have the same charm or charisma as his two suite mates, or even the quiet comforting presence of Asahi. He knew people were afraid of him; it was kinda hard not to realize it when everywhere he went, people seemed to leave a wide berth between them and him. People would avoid making eye contact too, as if meeting his eyes had the same effect as looking at Medusa. But he never thought it would cause this much trouble for his dating life. He just always figured the right person wouldn't mind the rough exterior, or wouldn't be frightened by it. But so far, that line of reasoning hadn't worked out so well.

It sucked to admit, but Daichi was jealous. He was jealous of Kuroo and of Suga for having that steady relationship that he could finally admit he craved. For the longest time, Daichi didn't think he believed love really existed. It didn't for his parents, nor their parents, so why would it be any different for him? But then he'd watched Suga fall head over heels, and their sickeningly sweet romance wasn't nauseating, it was envying. And he started to think that sappy romance shit wasn't just for fairy tails after all. That maybe there really was someone out there who would not only put up with his difficult personality, but would actually seek him out over everyone else.

Except the only problem was no matter how much he silently wished for that right person to just magically appear in his life, he was starting to think whoever she was didn't believe in magic.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!"

Completely lost in his own darkening thoughts, Daichi hadn't even noticed there was someone else in the cramped aisle until they collided, the stack of books she'd been trying to balance tumbling over onto his feet painfully.

Hissing in pain and trying very hard to hold back the slew of curses he'd much rather exclaim, Daichi slowly kneeled down to collect the pile of books now resting on his feet. "My bad," he growled, a bit blunter because of the pain, "should've looked where I was going. Damn that's a lot of hardcover books." Most had landed spine down, directly over his left foot, and the sharp stinging was only growing by the second.

"Yes, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" The poor, frazzled girl already had most of the books piled back up on the floor before Daichi could even help, as if she were trying to set the record for fastest getaway in a library hit and run. She kept her head bent low and her hands shook a bit as she haphazardly re-stacked all the fallen books, but Daichi recognized the faint shade of strawberry blonde.

"Wallflower."

Face already pink with embarrassment, Jun's head shot up to stare at him, and instantly turned a dark red when recognizing who she'd run into. "Oh, it's you." It sounded a bit rude, ruder than she intended, but it made Daichi laugh, and forget the ache in his foot for a moment.

"Wow, glad to know I'm remembered fondly."

"N-No! I didn't mean it like that!" Jun's voice squeaked anxiously and she dropped the book in her hands, instantly apologizing again when it landed back on Daichi's foot. "Oh god, I'm sorry, I am so sorry!"

"Stop, it's fine. I was joking." Her anxious concern was a little annoying, but Daichi let it slide seeing how close she looked to tears. Instead, he gently pushed her very shaky hands out of the way and took over collecting the books for her. "Don't worry about it, really. It's not worth giving yourself a heart attack." When she didn't appear any calmer than before, Daichi rolled his eyes to the ceiling briefly, praying to whatever god there may be for patience, then decided a distraction would be better. "So do you work at the library too? I bet Tadaari wouldn't be too happy about that."

It seemed to help, a bit. Jun kneeled more comfortably on the floor and tried cleaning up the messy pile she'd already made of the books, "Ah, not exactly." She kept rubbing her eyes as if to brush away any new anxious tears, but the color was starting to fade from her cheeks, which Daichi took as a good sign, and nudged her to continue. "I tutor students here every few days, when I'm not at the bookstore."

"Workaholic, I see." Daichi gave her a crooked grin when she tried to protest, paused, and then nodded slowly. Placing the last few books on the stack, Daichi scooped them under one arm and used the other to help Jun to her feet, the pain in his foot a distant memory, "So, did it pan out? I've been curious."

Jun stared blankly back at him with round doe eyes that he admittedly had a hard time looking away from. Even confused, she somehow still looked polite, and damnit, it was cute. "The book." He cleared his throat to cover up the almost stutter, "Did Tadaari follow through with his promise for J.D. Salinger?" There was no way in hell he'd ever tell her how much he'd thought about that night, and her deal with the bookstore owner. But he'd definitely thought about it a lot. More than he should have probably.

The twinkle that sparked in her eyes with the realization almost made Daichi take a step backward it was so bright, so instantaneous and captivating. "Yes, he did!" Even her voice seemed brighter now, "The next day at work he had it ready for me. I made sure to give it a safe spot on my bookshelf." Jun's smile and sudden uplift in demeanor made even the cramped and dusty back aisles in the library feel inviting and cozy, drawing in whoever was close enough to bask in the warm glow. Daichi could feel himself being drawn closer despite his better judgement, watching the girl in front of him as she excitedly recounted the entire event for him. Until the self consciousness got the better of her that is, and she paused mid sentence, the story dying on her lips and a dull sheen returning to her glossy eyes.

"Sorry, I got a little carried a away." Daichi tried to protest and convince her he was interested, but she waved a frantic hand between them and smiled politely. "No no, you didn't ask to hear all that. I apologize for taking up too much of your time, thank you for helping me with the books. Though, I guess I should also apologize for dropping them on your feet....I hope nothing's broken..." The anxious atmosphere had returned like a cool breeze, making goosebumps appear on both their arms. "I can manage them now, you don't have to worry about it. I've already caused you enough trouble, umm...?"

She reached to pull the stack of books from him, but paused when she realized she didn't know his name. Incredibly too late, they'd already spent quite a bit of time together, Jun tried to politely ask it now, but the words stuck in her throat as soon as his chocolatey brown eyes locked with hers, and she found herself lost in their depth.

"It's Sawamura." Daichi rasped finally, a hint of a lopsided grin forming on his face. Reluctantly, but without breaking eye contact, he slowly passed over the books to her, raising one eyebrow in prompt for her to return the favor. In all honesty, part of him had been hoping to carry the books for her, like in those stupid cheesy romance novels about two idiots in love. But of course, those weren't real life. At least, they weren't his reality. "But just call me Daichi."

Blinking a few times, she replied softly, "Ah, I'm Jun."

His crooked smile softened just a tad; it suited her. "Nice to meet you, Jun. You sure you can manage all those books?" She held her tiny arms out expectantly for them, nodding in affirmation, but then sighing when the top book slipped under her elbow.

Chuckling quietly, Daichi stooped to pick it back up once more and was just placing it back on the stack when the title caught his gaze and his eyes brightened, "Hey, that's what we've been looking for! Where did you find it, maybe there's a second copy."

But Jun didn't hesitate to cautiously pick it up off the stack and shove it into his chest. "Take it, please. It's the least I could do for causing you so much trouble. I know where the other copies are." And before he could protest, Jun had turned around and quickly shuffled out of sight, leaving Daichi blinking slowly in the aisle way alone, trying to figure out what just happened.

"That was cute. Almost like a script."

A voice to his left made Daichi jump, and then swear loudly. Suga's gleeful face was pressed to the neighboring bookshelf, having pushed two stack of books aside to watch from the next aisle over. He leaned an elbow against the bookcase and smirked. "She's sweet. And it seems like you already know her. Why not ask her out?" He wasn't about to admit to Daichi how much he had just witnessed, but seeing the way his prickly friend had seemed to relax in the girl's presence had been quite a show. And then to watch the genuine smile that had silently crept on his face the more she had talked. The little bundle of hope reignited just watching. Maybe there was someone out there who was right for Daichi.

Huffing angrily, but really just trying to cover up the embarrassment at being caught, Daichi picked up a few books on the shelf and slammed them over the opening Suga had made. "Not gonna happen, so don't get any ideas." He could still hear Suga's laughter, which made his ears redden. "I met her once at that stupid party, that's it. But she's not my type, so why bother." Clutching the book Jun had offered him, Daichi stomped back up the aisle, barely waiting for Suga to follow him back to their table.

"Right," Suga's voice was quiet, but the sarcasm was clear and strong, "definitely not your type, my mistake."

***

"I'm so sorry that took so long, Kozume." Jun had rushed all the way from the back stacks to their table where her pupil, Kenma Kozume, sat waiting. She almost dropped the stack twice more in her haste. In her mind she was running because she didn't want to leave Kenma waiting any longer, but Jun knew a part of her was also trying to outrun whatever seemed to happen to her heart whenever that boy looked at her. It was still pounding painfully against her chest even now that she was sitting back down and sorting through the books she'd brought.

"That's ok. I didn't mind." Kenna's quiet response was calm, as if he had barely even noticed her absence. Which was true; the minute she was out of sight, Kenma had pulled a handheld game consul from his bag, taking the few precious minutes to level up a character. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yes, I think so." She passed a heavy book to Kenma and instructed him to find chapter twelve. In the meantime, Jun checked her watch and felt her heart sink. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was so close to 11. We'll have time to go over one more chapter, but then I think we should leave the rest for next week." Disappointment in her lack of time management colored the rest of their evening. Jun did her best to guide Kenma through the chapter with the same level of care and understanding as she normally would. Kenma didn't seem to notice any difference, but Jun definitely did. Her mind was elsewhere; not focused on the text printed on the page, but still lost in the swirling emotions she'd seen hiding behind shades of chocolate and amber.

It was just like those first few days after the party. Jun had spent more time than she'd like to admit thinking about the salty but sweet stranger who inexplicably shared the same taste in books. But when life got complicated and responsibilities piled up again, Jun had managed to push aside the memory and continue on with life as if nothing had changed. At least until now, when they had come face to face yet again, and everything she remembered about him bubbled back to the surface with more permanence.

"Are you sure you're ok with all those books? I can check out a few too so you don't have to worry about it." Kenna's question broke through the fog enveloping Jun's mind like balloon. They had exited the library together and were walking down the steps towards their shared dorm, Kenma watching with what looked like mild concern as his tutor balance four or five books as they walked. Jun had been so lost in her own thoughts she hadn't even realized they had left the library, let alone that she had checked out the pile of textbooks for next week's session.

Slowly readjusting the book bag on her shoulder, she replied good-naturedly, "No it's fine, don't worry about it Kozume. I'm pretty used to carrying a lot of books." Kenma nodded silently and mumbled something Jun couldn't quite make out. But before she could ask him to clarify, someone farther ahead was shouting his name.

"Yo, Kenma, there you are! Let's go! It's late and I'm hungry." A tall, dark haired boy around their age was waving an arm energetically, which made Kenma grimace.

"That's my roommate. He'll only make a scene if I don't go with them. Are you sure you're ok? I could ask if it's alright you join us for dinner?"

Please no. "I've actually got a little studying I still have to do, but thank you. Have a good night Kozume." Jun shooed him along towards his roommate, who was indeed jumping in place like an angry child at being made to wait. With one last wave, Jun kept a steady pace back towards her dorm, where she promptly unloaded her bag and books and changed into her favorite set of sweatpants. They were an old, ratty pair that were technically a hand-me-down from Taisei, so they were a few sizes too large and she had to roll the hem a few times, but they were still comfortable and reminded her of home.

Swiping a protein bar from her stash, Jun wasted no time in setting up her desk for a few more hours of studying. As always, she propped open her door so the residents knew she was around if they needed her, turned on the playlist of songs she'd like to study to, and pulled out her notes. And there she stayed for another hour without issue, glancing over her notes, adding more to the margins, and silently singing along to the music as it played. It had been a playlist Taisei had sent her as a joke, full of music that their mother detested, but Jun now found comforting.

"Wouldn't have thought this was your type of music. I was honestly expecting some shit like Mozart." Hearing his velvety voice no longer made Jun jump out of her skin, but she did still feel her heart nearly stop, then race to catch up. Daichi stood in her doorway, leaning casually against the frame, arms crossed and a smug grin on his face. "I'm impressed."

Jun could already feel the warmth returning to her cheeks, but a small smile crept along with it. "Yeah, um. My brother made me listen to them," She twisted a scrap of paper between her hands anxiously, "but now I can't study without it." There was a short, comfortable silence as Daichi nodded in acceptance to her explanation, then not being able to take the silence any longer, Jun asked quietly, "Was there something I could help with?" She couldn't for the life of her figure out why Daichi was standing in front of her, as cool as a cucumber, at her dorm room. She didn't even think he knew which room was hers until this moment.

But her question barely registered a response with Daichi, who rather busied himself glancing around the room, soaking in the floor-to-ceiling bookcases, the pile of cozy looking blankets in the corner, the admittedly embarrassing amount of penguin stuffed animals on her couch. He chuckled. "My roommates locked us out again, they sent me to see if you could help." But he was still too busy searching around her room, finding familiar book titles to really pay much attention to her as she reached for her collection of keys. He was craning his neck to try and make out the titles of books on the highest shelf when Jun awkwardly cleared her throat, obviously trying to herd him away from her room.

"I've got the keys, we can go now."

"Hold on a sec," As gently as possible, Daichi brushed past Jun still frozen in the doorway and immediately crossed the room to the bookshelves. "You have everything here, don't you?" Nearly everything at least, even the short amount of time scanning the books, left one desired title missing.

"Yeah, um, I like to read a lot."

"Um, yeah, I know!" Daichi barked a laugh, a small spark lighting his eyes when he saw her smile with him. "You couldn't have talked so much about them if you didn't."

As much as Jun liked the idea of her book collection earning the appreciation it most definitely deserved, the longer Daichi stood in her room, the faster her pulse raced. "So, shouldn't we go? I'm sure your roommates don't want to wait anymore—"

"What're you doing this weekend?" Daichi was still grinning, hands on his hips as he turned to Jun, who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Um, probably reading—"

"Skip it. The guys and I are going to a bar just off campus that has great live music. You should come, it'll be low key, so right up your alley."

The color instantly drained from Jun's face, "Oh no, that's alright. I don't think I'd really fit in there, bars aren't that fun for me." The keys in hand jangled loudly as she tried to stay calm. His request was out of the blue, and had never been something she'd had to deal with. No one had ever asked her to go anywhere, except maybe the library. And especially never a bar or anywhere so out of her comfort zone.

"Funny," Daichi smirked, rejoining her by the door, "I think you're lying. You want to go, and there's a part of you that knows that too." There was a certainty in the timber of his voice as he leaned forward to whisper more quietly next to her ear, "Want to know how I can tell?"

Heart officially stopped, Jun felt like she couldn't move. A strong scent of peppermint enveloped her, calming and comforting. Someone else, not her, she was too busy trying to restart her brain, made Jun nod her head and glance up through her eyelashes at the man standing much too close. A shiver running down her spine when he spoke softly again.

"Because I just watched you recite every line of Pink Floyd's Hey You." He playfully poked at the end of her nose, "There's a little rebellious spirit in you, Wallflower, and I think you like it."

The silence hung in the air again for what felt like a lifetime, and neither broke eye contact in that little infinity. Lost again in pools of intense amber, Jun felt herself nod. She wasn't sure if he was right or not, but there was enough curiosity in her to want to find out.

Flashing another sharp grin, Daichi finally leaned back, allowing both of them the space to breath once more. "I'll pick you up at 9."

***

"So still can't go on more than one date, huh Daichi?"

All five suite mates sat in the cramped ramen shop, barely enough room at the table for all of them despite it being the largest in the restaurant. Squished between Asahi and Kenma, Daichi pushed the remaining dregs of his ramen around the bowl absentmindedly. True to himself, Kuroo couldn't let sleeping bears lie. "Rumor has it that's blind date #3 that's gone awry? What up with that?"

"Come on Kuroo, can't you just drop it for once?" To everyone's surprise it wasn't Suga sticking up for Daichi this time, but the quietly stern voice of Asahi. He had noticed the inaudible tension between his two closest friends after they'd returned to their study table in the library, figuring something had happened to make them both on edge. The last thing either one needed now was more good hearted pestering. "It's not a big deal."

Whether or not Kuroo saw the silent warning in Suga's eyes telling him to stop didn't actually do anything to stop him. He pointed his straw tauntingly across the table, "No no, it kind of is. When was the last time you went on more than two dates with a girl? We all know you've got no trouble attracting the ladies, but dude you have the attention span of a gnat."

"Are you calling me a flake?" Daichi could hear the joking tone in Kuroo's heckling, he knew he shouldn't take it too seriously. The guy just liked a laugh. But after Suga's well placed observations, and now Kuroo's, he was starting to feel like shit. And it pissed him off.

"No, that's not what he meant—"

"No, it kind of is." Their conversation paused long enough for the waitress to hurry over and shoo them out the door so the shop could close, but the change of atmosphere didn't do much to dissolve the tension. Sauntering slowly next to Kenma, Kuroo leaned his head back to address Daichi once more, "Three dates in one week with three different girls. And almost the same pattern for the last few months. You can't stay interested in one girl long enough to make it through one date, let alone multiple. That's flaky."

They were nearing their dorm building now, the late hour did nothing for the amount of activity in the common room, and upon entering, all five boys immediately turned towards the staircase and away from the noise. "It sounds like you think that's all that ever happens." Daichi growled lowly. Kuroo didn't see what happened on his dates; he didn't see the obnoxiously boring ones, or the ones who were clearly second guessing their decision to go on the date in the first place. Or the ones just trying to make their boyfriends jealous with someone scary looking. Kuroo just saw Daichi going on first date after first date and assumed it was always his fault. "All those girls were boring anyway, not worth more of my time."

Kuroo snorted, "Well I'm starting to doubt if anyone meets your such high standards there, Tiger."

They stood outside their door now, but no one made a move to unlock the door. The two dark haired boys stood face to face, Kuroo smirking down at the shorter Daichi, who could feel his eye twitching in frustration. "That sounds like a challenge."

"Maybe it is." Suga, Kenma and Asahi could only stand by and watch with growing horror as their two most competitive roommates sized each other up as if they were two gladiators about to do battle. Kuroo prodded Daichi in the chest hard, "I bet you can't find one girl to date. Actually date for more than a month without you losing interest. And you can't just keep up the act to win, you have to show that you're putting in some sort of effort to keep her around."

"Guys, come on, is this really necessary—?" Sensing trouble, Suga took a step forward to stand between them, but Daichi barely even noticed. Glaring back at Kuroo with a mix of determination and zeal, he jutted out his chin in an involuntary effort to appear taller.

"You're on."

"Well now that the two meatheads have placed their bets, can we go inside? I want to go to sleep." So much sarcasm was unheard of coming from Asahi, but he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach; this wager wouldn't end well and he didn't want to be a part of it whatsoever. "Who has their key?"

There was a quiet moment when everyone but Daichi rustled through their pockets, and then muffled curses when nothing appeared. Now it was Daichi's turn to smirk and jab Kuroo in the chest.

"What's the matter? Forgot your key?"

"Fucking shit." The humor in his voice was gone as Kuroo rifled through his bag, still finding nothing, then patted at his pockets to search once more. "Kenma, you have yours, right? Suga?"

"I left it on my desk."

"Mine's in my other jacket."

Another momentary silence as they stood crowded around their door, Daichi smugly happy to stand there all night to let them see what it felt like for once. But after only a few minutes, Kenma broke the silence. "Jun will have a key. She's the floor advisor, I can go and see if she's in her room."

"Don't sweat it Kenma, I'll go." Daichi gave Kuroo one last conceited look, "I mean, I am the one who always forgets my key after all. I should take that responsibility." Following Kenna's direction, Daichi marched off down the hallway with an almost gleeful skip. He might not have had the absolute best day, but the karma was good at least in this moment.

Turning a corner, Daichi kept his eyes peeled for room 212. But he didn't have to really look too hard. Two rooms away, her door was cracked open, and he could spot her sitting at her desk, studying. How predictable. Jun was so focused, she didn't hear Daichi approach the door, nor did she see him as he took a spot leaning against the door frame. But he did, and couldn't seem to figure out what he was seeing. It was the same Jun he'd run into before; bookworm, studious to a tee, but she was listening to Pink Floyd. And not just listening, but singing along. To Pink Floyd. It was so bizarrely attractive, Daichi stood there and watched for a few more minutes before clearing his throat and announcing his presence.

"Wouldn't have thought this was your type of music. I was honestly expecting some shit like Mozart." Her reaction was admittedly cute; she didn't freak out like expected, but Daichi could tell she was flustered, and it made him smirk. "I'm impressed."

No longer thinking about his locked out roommates, Daichi took this moment to pique his growing interest and breezed into the room to explore. He could tell it made her nervous, probably not used to a guy like him in her room. But he also couldn't stop himself when he saw those bookshelves. Full to the brim, almost like she'd taken a wall from the Hobbit Hole and reconstructed it in her dorm room. There were many titles he recognized, including the faded cover from the infamous J. D. Salinger. He was a little envious. And even more impressed.

The longer he perused the shelf, the more clearly the idea began to form in his head, Kuroo's nagging voice echoing in his ears. I bet you can't find one girl to date. Actually date for more than a month without you losing interest. He turned his attention back to Jun, a wide grin of triumph at his own ingenuity. Kuroo might have been right about his assumptions in any of the previous circumstances, but karma had thrown him a unique opportunity, and he wasn't about to let it go.

"What're you doing this weekend?"