Grandma's No Matchmaker (Kuroo x Reader)

“I hear that he’s a very nice boy, dear. I’m sure you’ll just love him!”

“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves…” you pulled on your skirt nervously as your grandma fluttered about your room, grabbing this and that. You hadn’t seen her this happy since before your grandfather passed away, and you didn’t have the heart to crush her spirit. She and her good friend made a scheme to set up their grandchildren, and unfortunately, it involved you. Your two sisters were both in relationships, and you were happy for them, really. What you weren’t happy for was having to go on a date with some mystery guy just because your grandmothers thought that it was a good idea.

“You look beautiful, (f/n),” she cooed into your mirrored reflection, “I’m sure that my friend’s grandson will just adore you.”

“Yes, grandmother…”




You arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early and decided to grab a table and wait. Your grandmother told you to look for a tall boy in a blue shirt—a good deal that description would do! You sighed as you scoped out the other patrons in the establishment. To your surprise, no one matched the description, so you were forced to wait.

This would have been easier if your grandmother had given you a name, or a phone number, or something. But she was old fashioned, and couldn’t be bothered to procure any kind of contact information for you. At least she wasn’t trying to set up a marriage, you supposed that it could be worse.

Suddenly the bell over the door chimed, signaling a new customer. You looked up from your menu to see a handsome man stepping through the threshold. Upon seeing you he waved and briskly walked toward your table.

You stood and greeted the boy, introducing yourself, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m (l/n) (f/n). I’m sorry, but my grandmother never mentioned your name?”

The boy flashed a grin before speaking, “I’m Takahashi Yuito. Nice to meet you.”

After you both got settled you did your best to make conversation.

“Soo… you don’t go to Nekoma, right?”

Takahashi leaned back in his chair comfortably before speaking “nah, I go to Okashi High, it’s right down the block.”

“Oh, I think I’ve heard of it. The school’s known for the arts, right?”

The boy flashed another smile, “yep! I’m in the band, drum major!” And with that, he proceeded to slap his hands on the table, banging out various rhythms and humming along.

You chuckled uncomfortably. He was being awfully loud and other patrons were beginning to notice his antics. Quietly you tried to change the subject.

“So um, Takahashi, are you in any clubs?”

“Nope! I’m just drummin’ my way through life, ya’ know?”

“Um… not really...”

Every question that you asked ended in failure. He had no favorite books, no plans for the future (other than drumming, as far as you could tell), and no interesting stories to tell.

However, the worst part about the date had to be the boy’s terrible manners. Sure, you often found that boys were messier eaters than girls, but not at all to this extent. He slurped and burped through half the meal, setting you even more on edge with every forkful of food.




Little did you know, your friend and classmate, Kuroo Tetsurou, was watching your train wreck of a date from across the restaurant.

“Damn, poor (l/n) looks like she’s in trouble.”

Kenma only grunted in acknowledgement.

“Oh, now he’s back to drumming! Man, this guy is just too annoying,” Kuroo chuckled at the sight, but in truth, he did feel bad for you. You looked absolutely miserable.

After a few more minutes of watching the Little Drummer Boy and your mortified expression, Kuroo chose to step in. He stood up from his seat after leaving some money on the table for Kenma to pay with. He said goodbye to his friend and left him to whatever game he was playing.

“Hey, (l/n)!”

You looked around in search of the source of the voice and saw Kuroo. A look of relief washed over your face and you waived at the boy.

“Kuroo! What are you doing here?”

“I just saw your mom, and she says that you need to come home right away. She said something about your cat? …I’m not sure what’s up though.”

You painted a worried expression onto your face in front of Takahashi.

What he didn’t know is that you didn’t even have a cat.

“Oh, God, my poor cat hasn’t been feeling too well this past week. I have to get home to see if she’s okay!”

After Kuroo offered you a lift on his bike you turned toward Takahashi, still drumming away on the table.

“I’m afraid I have to go.”

To your relief he had no objections.

“Yeah, that’s fine, see you around!” You left your share of the bill on the table and departed.

Once you stepped through the threshold of the door you turned to Kuroo and let out a huge laugh. At first he wasn’t sure what to make of your odd behavior, but pretty soon he began to laugh with you.

“(L/n), who even was that loser?”

Your sides felt like they’d split if you didn’t stop giggling soon, “our grandmas are friends and they thought it was a good idea to set us up!”

“I can honestly say that that was the worst date I’ve ever seen.

He smiled and motioned toward his bike, “hop on.”




After about ten minutes of bike riding, you finally stifled your laughter enough to get out a sensible question.

“So… where are we going, Kuroo?”

“I think the end of that date calls for celebratory ice cream.”

He didn’t say it out loud, but he was relieved to know that you weren’t interested in guys like that. Seeing you with Takahashi made him jealous, regardless of your lack of attraction to the boy.
But now it was Kuroo’s turn to try and woo you.

A sigh of contentment escaped your lips, “I love ice cream, this was a good idea, Kuroo.”

“Aren’t all of my ideas good ones?”

“Shut up.”

The bike slowed as you approached the shop. Although it was late, the ice cream parlor was still doing incredible business. The line was almost out the door, but you didn’t mind waiting.

After getting a delicious cone covered in rainbow sprinkles, you and Kuroo headed outside to find a place to sit. The sun had already set, and the stars twinkled brightly in the night sky.

“Thanks again for helping me out back there, Kuroo.”

He smirked, a plan formulating in his mind.

“It was no trouble… but now you owe me a favor.”

“Eh? But you just said it was no trouble!”

“C’mon, (l/n), you can’t just do one nice thing for me?” he teased. You know that resistance was futile, so you gave in.

“Alright, what do you want?”

“A kiss.”

You nearly choked on your ice cream.

“What? Is the thought of kissing me that repulsive?” You didn’t dare to sneak a glance, but you could feel a Cheshire grin on the boy’s face.

He said no more, making you even more nervous.

“What, l-like, now?”

“Yep.”

More silence.

He leaned closer, pointing to a spot on his cheek, “it’ll be painless, I swear.”

He was right; kissing Kuroo on the cheek wouldn’t be quite so bad. Not that kissing him would be bad at all, quite the opposite, actually. But you always found yourself to be awkward, and didn’t want to mess anything up between the two of you. He didn’t look like he’d be giving in any time soon, so you agreed.

Slowly you leaned in to kiss his cheek, but at the last moment he turned his head, sending his lips crashing into yours. You pulled away quickly, knowing that your face was probably already bright red.

The boy chuckled, “I bet I kiss better than Drummer Boy back there.”

“S-shut up!”