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This is me, your favorite sensei shamelessly trying to blend in like I hadn't gone awol for the past few months.

I just couldn't stay away from y'all!

Honestly, I had so much work to juggle and I almost forgot how much joy writing gave me.

I'm officially back and I'm hoping to update whenever possible!!!

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Alright then, here we go...

Sentences in Italics represent Kuroo's thoughts!

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KUROO'S POV:

My racing heart was still burdened with a heavy pain that reminded me of a reality so cruel and gullible. I felt as if I was suffocating in my self-made misery. However, my mind was deserted and the silence was deafening. It wasn't me. I wasn't myself. It's ironic how I manage to have a clear head during a game but I couldn't when I should have kept my cool the most.

Fuck! I am such an idiot! She is never going to talk to me ever again...

"Tetsu, are you listening?" my baa-chan (grandma) asked out of concern as she gingerly tousled my hair. It wasn't unusual of me to lay down on her lap but today, it was comforting. I needed this.

The minute I got home, I curled up onto her lap seeking comfort and warmth. She has always been patient and loving towards me. Though I appear to be mature for the kids of my age, at home, I was a spoiled brat. I always have been.

"Huh?" I asked, dazed.

"Ahh! Mattaku (Jeez), you have been zoning out again?"

"No, I–, I–"

"Hora watashiwomite (look at me),"— she turned my face towards her so that I'd look at her. She heaved a sigh — "Listen, to me. You need to stop peering into your phone every 5 seconds and zoning out of reality. She will talk to you when she wants to and if she doesn't, you have your answer."

"I feel so–"

"Frustrated?" my Oji-chan (grandpa) chimed in, anger booming through his voice. He was sitting right across the sofa in his easy-chair, reading his newspaper as he eyed me with contempt. It was a little weird. After all, that man was acting like a snob ever since I narrated what happened at school.

"Yes. It was my fault, Oji-chan–"

"Did you try and apologize?" he queried, his tone surly and unusual; mostly threatening.

"I tried, I wanted to but she–"

"Have I taught you nothing?" he thundered. He was furious and upset with me but never in all these years, my grandpa has ever yelled at me.

He stood tall, shoving the newspaper back into his easy-chair which startled by ba-chan a little. He had a menacing look on his face, his eyes scanned me with fury and he uttered, "Get. Out." punctuating the words.

What the hell is happening? Get out? What? Why? What the hell?

"Anata (dear), you know all well that I'm disappointed with him but this is not the way," she argued, a frown bloomed on her face with a hint of anger.

"You babied him too much. Get up. Up. Now." He growled and I did as he said, awkwardly.

I was indeed a little shaken up by his behavior towards me. On the other hand, I was utterly confused. This has never happened before. Deep down, I was aware of the mistake that I made but watching my Oji-chan react that way made me realize something else. Not only did I hurt her, but I also managed to hurt my grandparents by doing so. I've disgraced my family.

"Ji-chan–"

"You will go to her house; you will bow your head down and apologize to her. Do you understand me?" he roared as he hauled me towards the door.

"Ji-chan, she won't even look at me–"

"You may not enter this house until then!" he ordered, tossing me out of the house. He walked out right behind me as he slammed the door shut, locking us both out.

"Ji-chan–"

"Shhhhhh" he hissed, making sure that grandma was still on the sofa as he peeked through the window — "Here, take this. Buy her something, like flowers or chocolates or whatever your generation does these days." He chuckled, handing me his wallet.

Wait, what?

"Ji-chan, I don't understand–"

"Keep your voice low." — he hushed me again and continued, "You heard your ba-chan, she is furious."

"Of course, she is. And so are you–"

"Listen to me closely; I am protecting you from a hurricane."

Protecting me?

"Your ba-chan might be sitting there, comforting you but you do not know my wife as well as I do. So, trust me on this one." He spoke, bearing a worried smile.

"Huh?"

"Walk with me, will you?" he asked as he began to walk.

A few steps down the road, I muttered as a wave of shame washed over me, "I'm not as mature as I portray myself to be."

"Tetsurou–"

"Hm?"

"It's okay. Everything will be okay." He reassured.

"Yeah," I exhaled heavily and continued to walk beside him, unable to look him in the eye.

A few moments passed, the bright blue sky turned into a fine evening that I couldn't appreciate with all my heart. I wished for the time to stop; maybe then, I'd be able to put myself together but somewhere in my pea-sized brain, I knew it was simply foolish.

"You remind me of your grandmother, you know?"

"Ba-chan? Me?" I scoffed, not because we weren't alike but because she was the most wonderful person I have ever met.

"No, not Hina. I meant Tetsuya, my first wife; your biological grandmother," he paused — "Your ba-chan named you after her."

"The woman in your wallet?" I asked, bearing a sad smile.

"The woman in my wallet."

This didn't come to me as a shocker as I had my doubts but the only loud thought that crossed my mind was, why didn't he tell me sooner. Why now?

I have wondered many times about the woman's picture in his purse. Did he not tell me because he thought of me as a child or he waited for this moment to come?

"I thought she was your secret lover or something," I let out a sigh, playing a little.

"Gaaki (You brat)!"

"What happened to her?" I asked as curiosity got the better of me.

"Died of childbirth."

"I'm sorry. It must have been hard–"

"There is a lot that you don't know." He added, interrupting me.

A lot that I don't know?

"So, tell me."

"In time, child. You are not as mature as you portray yourself to be." He chuckled, ruffling my hair as he repeated my words with sarcasm.

Though it was true, I was a little taken aback by his response. I am after all, immature, ignorant, and an imbecile. However, I couldn't stop wondering about the things that I didn't know.

What more secrets does this family hold? And why am I the last person to hear about this?

Though I was intrigued, I was also afraid of the pain that would come along with the secrets that shall come to light.

A few moments passed as we walked ahead in silence, "We are close, I presume?" he muttered, looking around — "Is her home nearby?"

"What?"

"None of your friends live here. So, I assumed it must be [L/N]-san's neighborhood."

"Shit. It is." I said smiling as realization hit me. I have been walking towards her home all this time.

"Language!" he reprimanded and a second later his expressions softened — "Go on then," as he patted me on my back.

"I can't leave you alone–"

"Oh, remember this. There are only three types of women in this world."

"Three?" I asked, confused.

"The good ones, the bad ones, and the right one."

The right one... My right one? Hm... [F/N]-chan...

I wasn't sure if it was mere luck or if God had showered me with his blessings, my phone chimed, and 'My Little Devil 💘' popped up on the screen. She had given me a missed call. As I was about to call her back, a message came in.

My Little Devil 💘

Come when possible.

Let's talk.

I'll be there in a flash.

It's her, isn't it?" he asked, smiling as he read my face.

After all, I was grinning like an idiot. Like he said, everything was okay or it will be once I apologize my ass off. I merely had to wait for the time to come. Perhaps, it was his age and experience in life that led him to believe that time will solve it all or he just wanted me to stop sulking. In the end, somehow, he had managed to become the hero once again by simply taking me out on a walk.

"I will take you back home," I declared, controlling my delight.

"I'm so touched; being a busy young man and in love, you still care for your frail, old, Ji-chan," he dramatically wiped off his non-existent tears.

"Love? No, it's not like that. We are –"

"Dating. Ahhhh, yes. Your generation calls it that these days, right?"

"Let's take you back home."

As we walked back home, he couldn't shut up about it. He kept teasing me like I was his friend. At some point, the teasing evolved into a barrage of advice. As we finally reached our home, he said something that shall forever stay in my heart.

"Treat your woman right and she'll move mountains for you."

I must say it was a little cliche of him to say so but he was right. I needed to make this right; no matter what. I jogged to the closest medical shop and bought her some fever medications. As I walked out, I noticed a flower shop few blocks ahead and I instantly remembered her liking towards roses.

"I'd like some roses please," I asked the shopkeeper.

"The red ones represent love and romance, perfect for a special someone. The yellow symbolizes friendship. The white ones personify innocence, purity and sometimes a peace offering."

"Not these, the fragrant ones. Color doesn't matter."

"Alright then, these beautiful pink ones should do. They are delicate and highly fragrant but they could wilt too fast this summer. Make sure to place them in the water."

"Thanks!"

I walked towards her house with the bunch of roses in my hand along with some fruits that I picked up on the way. The anxiety was just too much to handle. Though I was happy that she asked me to come by, I didn't know what was going to happen.

[F/N]-chan, what's on your mind? I really didn't wish to hurt you.

After 10 minutes of just staring at her door, I finally rang the bell, mustering up the courage to do so, and yet a small part of me was still afraid of the events that shall unfold. It was stupid of me to think that she was going to accept my apology and forgive me after I did what I did but I had a faint hope that she would have it in her heart to do so.

The door finally opened and I immediately put forth the bouquet only to hear, "Sorry, I didn't order anything," from Jerry freaking Reyne as he closed the door lethargically.

What the fuck? You jerk!

I rang the bell again and he nonchalantly exclaimed "Oh, it's you!"

I walked past him into the house as I scanned the room, expecting her to show her face while Jerry on the other hand, curiously walked around me, examining my existence as if he was looking at me for the first time.

"I didn't peg you for the jealous type. Threatened much?" he probed as he sat down on the sofa.

"She is brilliant, powerful, beautiful, and very magnetic. It is my duty to be threatened and it's my job to be jealous."

"Beautiful?" he scoffed and burst out into a fit of laughter — "Have you actually looked at her nose?"

Oh my god, he is a bigger ass than I ever could be.

"I'm going to be a decent person and not reshape yours," I warned as I walked into the kitchen.

"Please, make yourself at home." He commented as I put the roses in a vase and filled it with water.

"Don't you have other things to do?" I asked as I placed the vase on the counter. I was so done with his bullshit.

"Hmmm, roses... Medicine... you are so hopeless." He commented again. It was almost as if he was disapproving of me.

"What is even your problem?"

"Let's have a real talk. You hurt her," he poked, knowing it'd hurt.

"So did you, and I don't see you homeless." I mocked as I walked away from him.

"What makes you think she is going to forgive you?"

"She doesn't have to but I have to try."

"What are your intentions with her?" he finally asked the million-dollar question.

"What are yours?" I questioned back and he heaved a sigh. It was high time that he backed off.

"I simply do not like you." He professed; his eyes filled with hatred.

"Same. Now, if you'll excuse me–"

"Uh, where do you think you are going?" he asked as I walked towards the bedroom.

"I didn't come here uninvited if that's what you are asking."

"Man to man, great knowing you. Rest in peace bro!" he snickered as he patted me on my back.

It was a little weird. Why would he say that?

My thoughts were interrupted by a very catchy tune that I knew all too well.

♪ Asedaku de!

Sawarasenai Kimi wa shojo na no...

Boku wa yarichin bicchi no osu dayo!

"Your bae is upstairs. This is my room."

"That–"

"Yep that's my ringtone and stop judging me." he spat and shut the door on my face.

Wow, is he for real? Does he even know what that song means?

I climbed upstairs and knocked on her door as I didn't want to barge in on her and upset her even more.

"It's me. Can I come in?"

There was no response which confused me a little. She asked me to come but she wouldn't even open the door. It was a bit odd.

"I'm–, I'm coming in." I hesitantly voiced, creaking the door open.

It was as if she wasn't willing to look at me at all, she hid underneath her blanket as she tightly held them in place.

"I'm sorry," I said, except my voice quivered.

It was probably my nerves but I didn't realize that all this time, I was simply afraid to lose her forever. And yet, there she was laying beneath that sheet listening to my voice with no intentions of responding.

"I got you some meds, would you take them?"

There was no response and there it was, the deafening silence that made me go nuts all over again. Unanticipatedly, the door closed and the sound of the lock clicked in from the outside. It was Jerry. He had locked the door from the outside. No one else could have done this.

She finally revealed herself as the blanket cascaded down her body. She looked sick, her eyes bloodshot and her presence lacked warmth. She was cold and distant.

She glared at me without moving an inch and I affirmed, "I didn't touch a thing."

She managed to get down from her bed as she spiritlessly passed over and knocked on the door many times only for Jerry freaking Reyne to laugh, like he was on crack.

"Jerry Reyne, open this fucking door right now." She shrilled.

"So, you do talk to me?" he asked.

They have been fighting and she has been giving him the silent treatment as well. Like the devil that she is, she immediately gave me a look that had murderous intent as if he and I were in on it.

Oh! Kami Sama, what have I gotten myself into?

"Oii, open the door," I warned as I knocked on the door as hard as I could, attempting to open the door.

"You are such a prude. You are banging the wrong stuff. Isn't she standing right next to you?"

"I don't, I– I didn't–, he is just–"

"Stop behaving like a child and open this door. Now." She commanded.

Ahhhh, that was so hot. Very Kaichou like but firstly, I need to make this right.

"Oh, I might have forgotten to mention it." He spoke once again, teasing the both of us.

"What?" she spat, as she sat down on the floor, unable to spend any more energy.

"I might have stolen your phone and I might have texted your boyfriend to come over."

This was a honey trap and I fell right into it.

To be continued...

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