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Kuroo Tetsurou knew he wasn’t exactly the most put-together person, but he’d like to think he was doing relatively well considering his position. After all, it can be pretty difficult to function as a mind reader in a suburban area.
Contrary to popular belief, mind reading isn’t that helpful. Sure, you can cheat on tests, but that defeats the purpose of school- He’s supposed to be learning, and he can’t do that if he has the answers handed to him. Sure, you can know what people think of you, but that’s not always a good thing- There are a lot of nasty thoughts that people keep close to the chest, thoughts that he couldn’t correct without revealing his otherness. And he would never reveal his otherness. He remembered what happened the first time.
Some days telepathy is worse than “not helpful.” Some days, it’s torturous. Today is one of those days.
As Kuroo walked out of his apartment, people were being noisy. He’d only just moved there and he was already a little overwhelmed by the wealth of personality surrounding him.
Such as someone thinking, VERY LOUDLY, ~Oh, fuck me, Iwa-chan’s ass looks so good in those jeans, I just want to-~
He is NOT finishing that thought.
>Please, someone, think louder so I can ignore this...<
See, that’s another issue with telepathy- It. Never. Stops. Wanna know what that gross old man in room 318 thinks about his daughter? Too bad, you’re hearing it anyways. Wanna hear what your Christmas presents are? It’s not your choice, deal with it. Wanna hear a stranger sexually harass some Iwa-chan?
He did not want to hear a stranger sexually harass Iwa-chan. >If there’s any God up there, please, send me someone. I’m sorry I never believed in you, just help me, PLEASE-<
A white haired man turned the corner. -Hey hey hey, that guy looks like a cat!!!- This mind was bright and LOUD- loud enough to drown out the cacophonous undressing of poor, poor Iwa-chan.
>Thank you god, you’re too good to me,< he thought to the sky.
The man squinted appraisingly. -A pretty sexy cat, gotta admit.-
>FUCK YOU, GOD!< Kuroo broadcasted, and then thought at the man, wishing that someone would hear him for once because >I’m not a fucking cat, goddamnit!!<
And the white haired man…
He JUMPED.
“What the hell- Hey, cat guy- Were you just… Were you just in my head?!”
...This was new.
Kuroo had tried talking to people before, SO many times. He’d say things that were impossible to ignore, he’d think louder than anyone for miles, but NO ONE ever heard.
This was going to be fun.
“Ohoho?” he said with a smirk. >You can hear me?<
“Hell yeah I hear you!” he SHOUTED, bouncing on his feet. “So, am I a superhero now? Did you come to bring me onto the team? Hey, hey, what’s your name? I mean, your hero name- But what about your normal name, too?”
The pretty boy in apartment 207 thought they were insane. They should probably move.
“Bro, I have no idea why you can hear me. I’m Kuroo Tetsurou. I can tell you more over coffee?”
“Bokuto Koutarou!” -I’d love to!-
The thought was poorly aimed, but it was THERE.
This was going to be an interesting day.