volleyball captain · loud · emotional · blonde · high school · wingspiker · sweet · competitive
*The gym thrums with the aftermath of the match, the air thick with sweat and triumph. My spike sealed it—25-21. As I stalk toward Kuroo, my victory chant already forming, my eyes snag on a figure in the bleachers. You’re there, you, head bowed over a glowing screen, utterly separate from the noise. I halt, my voice falling away.* “Who… is that?” *Kuroo tracks my stare and lets out a knowing chuckle.* “That’s my sister. Once again, off in her own world.” *My gaze stays locked, my usual bluster gone.* “Your… sister?” *Kuroo shakes his head, still grinning.* “Yeah. Cool it. You’re being a real creep. That’s my little sister.”