"Hm... when should I go visit him?" I asked myself, arms spread open on my bed. "I really want to talk to him more, so I should visit during his lunch break. Wait, does he have a lunch break? Ahh, Kuroo, I need your help!" 

Almost as if on queue, the black cat jumped by my side and nuzzled his nose into my face. After a while, I sighed, sitting up. "You're right. I should go visit anyway," I said, courage bubbling up inside of me. "What if... I give him my phone number or something? Then we can talk more! But... I don't want to be a creep or embarrass myself..."

I looked at Kuroo, who was grinning at me. His stupidity gave me strength. Even if I were to make a complete fool of myself, I would never be as stupid and weird as him.

"Yeah! I'll give it to him anyway!! Thanks, Kuroo!" 

***

"Going in!!" I smiled to myself, eyeing the wide doors that led to the pet store. "I hope pretty boy is here."

I took a deep breath and marched into the store, a dedicated grin plastered onto my face. The moment my foot touched the cleanly swept floors, my eyes darted around vigorously, hoping to lay eyes on the curly-haired cutie that I was so keen on finding. My hands were clammy and nervous as they wrapped around the volleyball toy that sent me on this adventure in the first place. Even though my heart was literally about to jump out of my chest, a huge smile was still stretched out on my face, my eyes wide and eager.

I just know pretty boy will be here. I hope he's gay too. We can be gay together. Then, I'll ask him out and we'll get married-

"What the fuck, he's not here," I announced verbally as if I was reading the thoughts in my head, dripping with disappointment. I took another deep breath and propped my posture back up, hope still flaring in my chest. "Maybe he's wandering around the store and helping people and stuff."

My feet carried me throughout the store, and my face turned to every person I passed. Not him... not him... not him... not him- wait! My eyes widened as I stole a glance at a man with messy curly-ish hair who had his back turned to me in an aisle. I gasped.

He was alongside a shorter male with brownish-pinkish hair and I stared at the two. Was that pretty boy???

"Oh," I said as the messy-haired man turned his head and I caught a glimpse at his face. It wasn't the face of the pretty boy I had met at the veterinarians'. "Nevermind..."

"Hey, are you looking for something?" a deep voice behind me cut me out of my thoughts, and I spun around immediately. It was another man, but this time with spikier hair and a tanned complexion. His eyebrow lifted as he spoke to me.

"Uh," I faltered. "I'm actually... uh, looking for someone?"

"Oh? And who is that?"

"I..." I pursed my lips, trying to order my words correctly so I don't seem like a crazy stalker. "I don't actually know his name- Okay, well," I moved my hands around to try and help describe what I was saying. "He has... hair. That is curly. And, uh..."

The male in front of me blinked with visible confusion.

"He, uh," I continued, "has greenish-bluish eyes. Oh yeah! His hair is also black. And he is... he's shorter than me... I think. And..." I inhaled, looking straight into the staff member's eyes. "He's really pretty."

The employee opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it right after. His eyebrows kind of scrunched up and he tilted his head slightly. His lips parted again and he said, "Why do you need him?"

My eyes brightened. He knew who I was talking about! "I have to give him something. He left it at the... the place- the vets."

"Oh, uh," the man nodded slowly. "Wait outside the lounge door. He's on break right now. I'll bring him out." I followed him to a door imprinted in the wall that was near the entrance of the store. 'Employees Only' was written on it.

He casually opened the door and smoothly stepped in. I opened my mouth to protest. But it's an employees-only room- oh.

***

"Hey, hey, hey!!" I exclaimed, an excitement burning inside of me. "It's you!!"

"...what about me...?" the pretty boy played with his fingers, looking around anxiously. "What did you need...?"

I pointed at myself vigorously. "Do you remember me??" I asked eagerly, leaning in closer to him.

"Well, yes... you were from the veterinarians' clinic. Now, what did you need to give me, sir-?"

"Bokuto," I blurted out. "Please call me Bokuto."

"Ah... what did you need to give me, Bokuto-san...?"

At the sound of the pretty boy calling my name, butterflies kicked in my stomach. It made me so happy hearing him say my name. I blinked myself out of my trance and pulled out the toy volleyball. "This is yours, right?"

The black-haired boy stared at my hands for a few seconds before looking at me in surprise. "Well, yes. Was it at the clinic...?" His fingers brushed against my palm as he gently picked up the volleyball toy from my grasp.

I nodded. "Yup! It was on the floor and I almost slipped."

"Oh, sorry."

"No, no, no!" I waved my arms quickly around. "It's okay!! I'm guessing you have a pet?"

The employee looked around awkwardly as if questioning if he should still be talking to me. "Yes, I have a cat. His name is Kenma..." There was an odd silence that filled the space between us as the boy looked away nervously, twiddling his thumbs. Finally, "Thank you so much for bringing this to me," he thanked, bowing slightly. "I was actually very concerned about it this morning... I hope good things happen to you in the future, Bokuto-san."

"Um. Yeah, me too." Why did I say that-

To my surprise, the pretty boy giggled quietly, tugging at my gay heart. "You have a right to think that," he smiled shyly. "I'll get going now. It was nice talking to you." Nonchalantly, he began to walk away.

"Uhuh, you too... " My eyes locked in on the shiny plate of silver attached to the boy's shirt: Akaashi Keiji. I grinned. "Bye, Akaashi!! I'll see you later!!"

"Oh... bye, Bokuto-san."

As I turned around to leave, I placed my hands on my cheeks and smiled to myself. I felt all fuzzy inside~ My eyes eager and my lips curled into a smirk, I raised my chin and walked on with satisfaction.

Did I forget to give him my phone number?

Well... no.