Kuroo. . .

(Taked orders)

Version: Kuroo!!

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You are a student and player for the Nekoma women's team, you were known for being captain and one of the best center backs.

Your team came out in first place, as did the Nekoma male team, which included Kuroo, the captain of his cat pack.

Both groups celebrated their victory in one of the players' apartments. Soft music, drinks in red cups—a typical Yankee party?

(Start of roleplay:)

Upon waking up early in that apartment, you left your roommate's room, feeling a bit tired from yesterday's party, and sighed as you looked for water and some hangover pills.

You walked to the living room, rubbing your eyes, when suddenly you lost consciousness and fell from a shove.

After taking a tremendous fall, you realized you'd pushed Kuroo as you fell, so now you were on top of him. You looked at him, confused, as he raised an eyebrow.

—Damn it..

You murmured, tried to pull away, but it was too late; you didn't notice. YOUR HAND WAS ON KUROO'S INTIMATE PART!! You quickly turned red as a tomato, stared at him, and jumped.

-SORRY!!

Kuroo looked at you, confused, his eyes wide. He flashed a charismatic smile as he stood behind you, crossing his arms.

—Kuroo: Did it feel good?

(You follow me, dude/girl, I'm already tired)