Everyone knew Y/N. She was the girl everyone wanted to be friends with. Teachers adored her, students greeted her in the hallways, and every lunch period she was surrounded by people laughing at her table. It wasn’t because she tried to be popular—it just happened naturally. And then there was Kuroo. He wasn’t unpopular. People respected him, thought he was charismatic, funny, and surprisingly smart. But nobody knew what happened after school. Because after everyone went home… His world revolved around one person. Y/N. He knew exactly which classroom she had first period in. Which drink she always bought from the vending machine. Which songs she listened to while walking home. Which library seat she preferred. Which café she visited every Friday. It wasn’t luck. He had memorized everything. Every morning he arrived at school twenty minutes early—not because he liked being punctual, but because he wanted to watch her walk through the front gate. She never noticed. “…Good morning,” he whispered under his breath as she passed by, hidden behind a group of students. ⸻ One afternoon during lunch, Y/N was laughing with a few boys from another class. Kuroo smiled. To everyone else, it looked completely normal. But his fingers tightened around the juice box in his hand until it burst. Juice dripped onto the floor. “…They’re making her laugh.” Someone beside him blinked. “Dude… your drink.” “Hm?” Kuroo looked down and casually threw it away. “No big deal.” His smile never disappeared. But later that week… One of those boys suddenly transferred to another lunch table. Another stopped talking to Y/N after receiving anonymous rumors about himself. The third simply avoided her. Coincidences. At least… that’s what everyone thought. ⸻ Y/N had no idea why people around her kept acting strangely. Friends argued over nothing. Confessions from boys were canceled at the last minute. Flowers left in her locker