Kuroo put away his plate calmly and then left out the front door. It wasn't that hard to find you out in the courtyard is usually where people skate since it's this wide-open concrete area with a few ramps leading down into plus the loud music you were playing also helped in finding your location.
For a second he stood there, looking at you as you skated around looking so intense. You tried a few tricks and landed those as well. He really admired your commitment to it, even if it was just a means of transportation it was a skill that you were doing well, that you took time to understand and nurture.
While he was admiring your beauty, the thoughts in your head were anything but pretty. You got lost thinking about Fukunaga's face. Would he tell them you were in town? Was he even still involved? You didn't know he joined the volleyball team, you just knew him as the quiet kid who did what he was told. Maybe you should start keeping your knife on you just in case anyone tries to show up and start something with you. You can't let them find out where you go to school. You need to talk to Fukunaga into not saying anything as soon as possible.
Suddenly in your silent panic, you lost control and slammed into one of the planters and fell back on your ass. Your not so secret admirer couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey!" Kuroo said, walking in to help you. His voice shocked you more than any other voice could have shocked you. "You know there's no skateboarding on Nekoma's campus, young lady. Especially bad skating like that."
He extended his hand out to help you up and snapping back into reality, you accepted it.
"Bad skateboarding? I'm afraid you are very mistaken. You just caught me teaching myself a new trick I like to call: running into the only object in a 5-meter radius. What I did just now is actually a very high difficulty trick I don't really expect you to understand." You shrugged it off, of course, he knew you were trying to joking. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that in reality you were just zoned out and just didn't realize where you were going until it was too late.
"Ah, I see. Silly me to have ever assumed such a thing I'm sorry." Kuroo said, his fingers lingering on your hand a little too long. He turned it over and held your tiny palm face up as he looked at the open wound you got from catching yourself on your hand.
"Oh, shit. Are you okay?" He asked, realizing there was a bit of blood starting to come out. There was a little that came off on his hand too, you didn't have time between your shock to notice the sting in your hands.
"Oh my god. Uh, yeah. I'm fine, this happens all the time." You took your hands away from him in nervousness, "I'm sorry if I got any blood on you."
"No way, you at least need to get that cleaned off. Come on, I have a key to the nurses' station let me take care of it." Kuroo insisted, he started walking towards the school, "Feel free to hang onto me if you get lost."
"Yeah right, I think I'll manage." You said, smile faltering as you tried not to reveal your secret and to convince yourself that he was flirting with you. He's just being a good guy since he accidentally saw you fall.
"If you say so, it's just in here," Kuroo said, opening the door for you and you walked into the hallway that would lead to the Nurses station. You held your wrist to keep your hand upright.
"Why do you have a key to the nurse's station?" You asked to try and maintain a normal conversation.
"Coach gave me a key to the gym, the club room, and the nurses station when I became captain. So that way I could let the team into the club room, then into the gym for morning practice and lock up after, and in cases of emergencies that don't require a hospital visit I can access the nurses station." Kuroo explained and it made sense, "I'm also CPR certified, just letting you know that in case you need any mouth to mouth."

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pipsqueak. → kuroo x reader
Fanfiction" you like to cause a bit of trouble, pipsqueak?" " pipsqueak? seriously?" police chiefs son!Kuroo Tetsurou x gang member!reader WARNINGS: violence, LOTS of swearing/cursing, gang violence, alcohol usage, mentions of past sexual trauma, blood, polic...