[ Curse Kuroo for wearing fitted shirts, right? Curse him for waking up that morning and picking out an outfit that would best accentuate all the high-core toning he's done over the past two months. Curse him for doing that with Nisaka in mind, because the knowledge that after a short bus ride he'd be seeing him back in his hometown was the only thing he seemed able to focus on. Curse him for deciding that tight shirt and tight jeans were worth it if it meant Nisaka might notice, even if he had to sacrifice the comfort of his track pants and slouchy t-shirt for it.

Which is to say.. he's flexing a bit. Just a bit. ]

Oh. Wait, really?

[ Kuroo knows probably better than most just how deep Nisaka's laziness lies. He very rarely tries particularly hard at anything unless it means something to him - the running, for example - so he either made it by accident, or he apparently cares more about his part time job than he let on. ]

Good job. But then, you probably don't have to try all that hard to double a few figures, right? [ When he thinks about it, it makes more sense than it doesn't... what with the flock of girls that follow Nisaka around school and the fact that gossip, particularly when it's related to pretty boys, travels fast. He pokes at Nisaka's side with a finger, grin teasing. ] Next you'll be manager there, huh?