Kuroko's room
Kuroko had been pushed by the diminishing crowd all the way to the sixth floor, where people were more scarse due to most having dispersed at lower floors. His room as the sixth one to the left, that was what he knew. Walking along the corridor, he hears some music playing from a flute. It was a very cheering and playful melody, that felt dancy and entertaining. As he reached the sixth door, he realized that the sound came from that very room, which had the door already open.
He entered calmly and stood by the southeastern corner, leaning against a wardrobe, as he watched the performance. A tall slender man, looking to be in his late twenties, so pale that it had hardly any contrast with the white uniform top, but with hair of such a pitch black colour, that he popped out of whiteness, played the flute-like instrument nimbly. Gathered around him, sitting on the three beds by the northern wall, four other students enjoyed the music quietly, with their sight on the tall performer. By the time he ended his performance, the music was directly followed by the clapping of his roommates, which left no opportunity for silence.
“Wow! Sebastian, you are great!” stood up an earthy brown haired boy, owner of verdant green eyes and a face which youth remembered that of a sapling under intense sunlight.
“If I couldn’t do this for my master, then what kind of butler would I be?” the student that held the flute to his chest bowed with a gentle and modest smile towards the boy that commended his performance.
Kuroko walked closer and just then he was noticed by a student on the eastern bed.
“G-Ghost!” the boy leaped in panic as soon as he noticed Kuroko, crouching away towards the pillow.
“Calm down Midoriya-senpai! We all are ghosts in a sense.” from the middle bed a long haired guy stood, bearing eyes pale as his skin, all he had to stand out from his cold candid monochromy was the dark brown of his hair, that challenged the limits between dark and black. “You are so sneaky. I bet you’ll end up in the stealth force. Pleased to meet you, I’m Neji Hyuuga, heir to the Soul Society’s counterpart of the noble Hyuuga clan.” he said pompously, granting Kuroko the privilege of his acquaintance.
“I’m Tetsuya... Tetsuya Kuroko. I’ve come from 31st north district...” Kuroko answered humbly before the self proclaimed nobility. He then looks to the tall man who called himself a butler, Sebastian. “You are his butler then? Sorry, I entered the room in the middle of your performance.” Kuroko apologised.
“That is partially correct. In fact, I’ve just become master Kuroko’s butler as well.” Sebastian smiles, looking at Kuroko from below as he knelt chivalrously before the blue haired boy. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Sebastian Michaelis, second year student and full time butler” he said politely
Kuroko looked a little puzzled, but he couldn’t help but feeling sympathy towards Sebastian, that had been so gregarious and polite. The green eyed boy to whom Sebastian was facing previously stepped towards Kuroko and gave him his hand. “I’m Eren Yeager. First year too. I’ve come from the 80th and farthest district south of Rukongai.” His emerald eyes shone brightly as the day, but hid also the darkest green hue of forest, brimming with life and mystery that the sunlight could not touch. That boy’s presence was so calmly sheltering that Kuroko could lose himself in that body’s woods, so refreshingly intense that he could feel the seed of that boy’s youth sprouting in his insides. His mildly tanned skin overwhelmed Kuroko’s paleness, and looked like a fine ground for their friendship to erect, binding the sky-blue and cloud-pale boy to his ground-tanned and verdant-green build.
“P-Pleased to meet you!” Kuroko couldn’t let go of Eren’s hands, until the boy put a little more strength in retracting his hand, which Kuroko reacted to by releasing it promptly and looking away in embarrassment. “Sorry...” he said feeling awkward from his own behaviour, but Eren just grinned as if he was having fun.
Kuroko had been feeling observed since he entered the room, he knew where that menacing gaze came from, but he wouldn’t look in that direction. It was tempting though. He felt his hands get a bit moisty due to sweating and his ears flush red hot. He scratched his head that had been itching from tension as he talked to Midoriya, who had just jumped out of the bed to greet him and apologise from the overreaction. But Kuroko made sure at all times to face opposite to the western side of the room, more specifically to the boy lain in that bed. He felt his neck being targeted, but there was nothing there but a hungry gaze. He felt himself defenceless and exposed as he held his arms tight to his belly, almost crouching instinctively to earn its predator’s mercy.
“Kuroko... are you alright?” Midoriya, the second year senior to who he was talking asked worriedly. But Kuroko nodded positively, humming a muffled yes, to confirm.
“He’s not. Bring him here.” a cocky voice interrupted answered from afar. Kuroko’s throat went dry and his heart raced faster. To his surprise, both Midoriya and Eren grabbed his arms and lifted him, despite his wimpy but still present will to resist.
Kuroko was laid on the western bed, facing opposite to the boy that called for him, towards his roommates that carried him there without questioning. The bed was soft and comfortable, it smelled nice, he felt he could sleep there, however, at the same time, he felt like sprinting forward for his life, away from there, as a gazelle whose predator’s claws were closing in. His body shivered and exhaled fear, in an unconscious attempt to pledge for mercy. His heart, though racing to keep him able to survive that chase, was already tied to his predator’s will, resigned to let that overwhelming presence toy with it, in hope to be spared. Kuroko crouched slowly, trying to escape from the feeling of exposure and danger, but not abruptly enough to trigger his predator’s killing instincts.
“Are you afraid?” Kuroko heard a whisper by his ear and his whole body stiffened. The voice was both filled with rejoice and restrain. Kuroko could feel an overwhelming desire leaking from that mouth, that closed on his neck, and cutting through those misleadingly empathetic words. He felt the smelly breathe coming out of that mouth reach his nose. It was complex, it reeked with the taste of the several other preys that had befallen to those fangs, it also reeked of unattended hunger and finally, it reeked of anticipation to claim the prey over which the predator’s claws have triumphed. However vicious that smell felt, Kuroko’s mouth couldn’t bear to be closed, his tongue drenched in order to taste the mouth that exhaled such scent, his lips opened so as to let the heat that came from Kuroko’s inside out. They felt sensitive as if eager to feel, thoroughly, the last moments in which Kuroko would offer his life, through his mouth, for his hunter to drink from until satiated.
Kuroko’s body was shivering with intensity, the roommates watched that reaction build up from the simple approaching of the mysterious student’s mouth.
“Ggio-sama... please don’t be so mean to this poor omega.” Sebastian’s voice broke the silence and caught the mysterious boy’s attention.
“Sebastian, you spoiled the fun.” Ggio said a bit irritated. “Hey, Kuroko, right? Just relax for a bit” he took his hand to Kuroko’s head and held it, messing with the boy’s hair as he rubbed his fingers on the head and ran them along the blue strands. Kuroko moaned softly and panted lightly, as the tried to reach Ggio’s belly with his back. Noticing that the boy was still out of his mind, he shouted loudly on Kuroko’s ear.
“I SAID RELAX, BITCHY OMEGA!” Ggio’s thunderous voice suddenly shattered Kuroko’s daydream, causing the boy to jump out of the bed out of fright, screaming.
As Kuroko recollected himself, he looked at Ggio, to finally discover who was it that made him behave like that. He indeed found reasonable to have fallen under that boy’s presence. Ggio didn’t have his uniform top on him, revealing the lightly tanned hue of a warrior that has dragged even the sun to his feet, and proudly bathed in its heat to mark his body with such triumph. However bright and intense the cosmically vast ball of flames could be, it failed to muster the power to more than lightly change the aspect of his skin, as if he had just came out of a pleasant sunbath. His aureous eyes gleamed rich and noble as that of an emperor envisioning his heaps of flickering golden treasure, only to discover that all that gold was but borrowing a meek reflection of his gaze. His scruffy dark brown hair, braided into a short ponytail revealed both the rashness of his beastly presence but also the finesse and nobility of his youthful status as the prince of the wild, heir to every rock, every leaf and every gazelle and prey that ran in his domain, rightful to the delight of hunting and subjugating his subjects. His face was tattooed with red feline fangs on the cheeks, foreshadowing his own sharp canines, that though humanly shaped and sized, were enough to make even the largest tiger feel but a youngster before its elder.
Kuroko’s cheeks blushed and he felt it, indeed, as the heat was still running through his body and reaching his face. He tried to hide it by bowing apologetically to Ggio.
“Sorry... please, don’t be mad at me...” Kuroko asked, taking his time in hopes that the blush would vanish from his face.
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t mad, just had to wake you up before you did something embarrassing.” Ggio pulled up his torso, going from lain to sat position. “I’ve not presented myself properly. I’m Ggio Vega, second year.” he said while rotating his body to sit facing Kuroko, who was still crouched on the floor bowing his head.
“I guess we will be sharing this bed. All the others are already full.” Ggio told Kuroko, looking quickly at Eren, who frowned his face in annoyance and looked away.
Kuroko grabbed his bag he had left by the entrance and took it to the bed, arranging his belongings beside Ggio’s on the floor. He then quickly stood up and headed to the door. Kuroko noticed that he was being watched by two sets of eyes, he couldn’t decide which one to respond to, so he closed his and put a smile.
“I have to meet my friends, I’ll be back later...”
“Wait, I’ll guide you, to make sure you don’t get lost.” it was Ggio’s voice, he fastened from his bed to Kuroko’s side, grabbing his shihakusho top in the way and quickly putting it on.
Kuroko faced away, trying to hide his confusion. He was happy Ggio would be going with him, but also he wanted to meet his old friends alone.