I do not own Haikyuu

She's changed was the first thought to pass through his mind when Kenma showed him the photo of her and the shrimp. She'd grown her hair out. A fringe and bangs still framed her face, but the rest of her hair had been gathered into a low side pony. He would have said that she was cute the last time he'd seen her, but now that wasn't the case. She'd lost her child-like image and instead had become a woman within the space of what could only be two years.

"Hm? What?" Kenma had been talking.

"I said that I'm meeting them later."

"Oh?" Kuroo looked back at the phone, slightly disappointed to find the image gone and replaced with a blank screen.

"You can join us if you'd like, Shoyo asks about you each time we meet."

Kuroo licked his upper lips, his eyes trailing off to the side least Kenma notice his interest. "Are him and her a thing now?"

"Yachi?" Kenma frowned, eye's drifting up to regard Kuroo with curious golden feline eyes. "She's single." His tone was dull as if he didn't really care, but Kuroo knew better, Kenma was baiting him.

"And how would you know?"

"We have lunch together every Tuesday and Friday."

Kuroo blinked, Kenma had never once mentioned meeting up with anyone for lunch, least of all the former manager of the Karasuno High volleyball team. "Wait, so that's where you disappear off too?"

"Yachi attends the same college as us, I'm surprised you haven't run into her," Kenma said, his eyes finally leaving Kuroo to go back to the phone in his hand which had lit up again, a message from the girl herself flashing across the screen. "Yachi says your more than welcome to join us,"

"Wait, you've already asked?"

"Yes,"

Kuroo dropped his head, a sigh escaping his lips. "You could have at least waited until I said if I was actully going or not."

"But you are coming,"

"Yeah, but don't just do things without asking me first." Kuroo scratched his head, suddenly wondering if he should run home and change.

"You know, Shoyo is staying over here with me tonight before getting the train back to his place tomorrow, so, Yachi will need someone to walk her back to her apartment."

"I'm going home to shower," He didn't need to look behind to know that Kenma was smirking as he replied to the text from Yachi.

"Oh man, that was awesome!" Kuroo smirked watching Hinata. He was still a ball of energy and had been going none stop since they'd met up earlier that day. They'd gone for a meal and had wandered into a bar later in the evening. It came as a surprise to Kuroo to find out that Yachi's apartment was a lot closer to his place then he'd first thought, only a 20-minute walk and he'd spotted Yachi waiting outside, hair falling in loose curls down her back.

She turned with a smile when Kenma had called out to her and Kuroo swore his heart skipped a beat. She was taller or at least taller than Hinata, thou that could be because her ankle boots had a heel to them. She wore a tan colored shirt, styled with a loose white shirt.

Now, as he walked them back towards her apartment, he couldn't help but be slightly grateful that Hinata was going to be sleeping over at Kenma's instead of Yachi's. "Kuroo will walk you home Yachi," Kenma pulled him from his thoughts as watched his friend tug Hinata away from the lamppost he'd been trying to climb.

Yachi was giggling behind her hand as she watched his antics and Kuroo felt a wave of jealousy wash over him. All night he'd been trying to caught her attention, only to have Hinata cut him off at every opportune moment. A hand pulling against his own had him looking down to see Yachi smiling up at him with flushed cheeks. "This way Kuroo," She said and Kuroo felt his own cheeks flush at how seductive she sounded. "You know, I thought that we would catch up at some point, but we never did get the chance, did we?"

Kuroo smirked, trying to not bring to much attention to the fact that Yachi hadn't let go of his hand. "Hinata is still very much in love with the sport, it's hard not to want to play a match against him again."

"Yes, but then with the amount of alcohol he consumed I'm not sure he'd be much use on the court."

"Your probably right," Kuroo didn't think he'd be much use himself on the court either, although he hadn't consumed nearly as much as Hinata had. "Kenma said we go to the same college, what program are you in?"

"Art design and computer graphics mainly, I do art history two days a week as well."

"Oh, but being a first-year shouldn't it be mandatory to take the full course?"

"I'm actully in the advanced classes with the second years, so I'm not recurred to attend classes like the other first-years"

"You must be really smart then,"

She flushed once more, her head dropping down when she took note of how his eyes twinkled in the street light. "I've always been good at that kind of thing, so when it came to choosing a career, I thought why not choose a path where I can continue to do something I like."

Kuroo smiled softly, coming to a stop when they finally reached Yachi's apartment. "I, uh," With his free hand he reached up to scratch the back of his head awkwardly.

"Can we meet again, Kuroo?" Yachi shouted, taking him by surprise as he looked back down to see that although her face was beet red, determination shone in her eyes.

Smiling softly, he squeezed the hand which she'd still kept a grip on. "I'd like that,"