prompt: Kuroo and (Y/n) take a walk

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.・-: ✧ :-　second-person point of view　-: ✧ :-・．

He watched as the gentle summer breeze played with your hair. The way your clothes were gently tussled by the wind was mesmerizing. He felt a smile creep onto his face as he approached you. You hadn't even noticed him until he called out your name,

"(Y/n)! I didn't expect you to be here," Kuroo remarked.

"Well, I am," You pushed off the school courtyard exterior wall. Kuroo wondered if you came all the way down just to see him. School was out for the summer, but the boys still had volleyball practice, which had run long that evening. In fact, the sun was threatening to set any minute.

You walked away from the group of buildings together. You didn't even have to extend an offer for Kuroo to accept it. The crickets began to chirp as you strolled down the sidewalk. The hues of butterscotch that bathed the city had disappeared. Instead, they were replaced with shadows and the light from streetlamps.

The city was quiet. It felt empty. Though it might be offputting to some, to you and Kuroo it was peaceful. It was then you noticed that Kuroo didn't take the turn he usually did when you walked home together. He looked back over his shoulder at you, a knowing smirk on his face. What was he up to? More importantly, where was he taking you?

You watched as the sidewalk slowly vanished from under your feet, morphing into sand. The city buildings were left behind you in favor of dunes. The sound of cars driving was forgotten, soft ocean waves were the only sound that filled the air.

"The beach?" You asked Kuroo in confusion. He nodded his head.

"Yeah," Kuroo said, leading you to the shore. "No one's ever here this late." Kuroo dropped to the sandy ground, putting the spot right next to him. With a soft chuckle, you sat next to the captain. The two of you, just the two of you, enjoyed the atmosphere. The sound of crickets and waves, the smell of the saltwater, and the incandescent glow of the moon above your heads melted together to create an environment that was almost romantic.

The palms and fingers of your hands felt good against the cool sand of the beach. Yet, something warm brushed your skin. It wasn't a bug, though. It was Kuroo's hand. You couldn't recall exactly how it happened, but one thing led to another and Kuroo was holding your hand. His hands were calloused yet somehow soft nonetheless.

"Thanks for showing me this," You told him faintly.

"Thanks for coming along, (Y/n)."