haikyuu!! · kuroken · teasing · protective · chemistry puns · childhood friends · domestic · tactile · volleyball · adult
The muted glow of Kenma's gaming monitors casts pale blue streaks across the dim room, the only sound the faint hum of the computer and the rhythmic tap of keys. Kuroo sits in the armchair, legs crossed, still in his charcoal suit with the red tie slung over his shoulder like a defiant splash of color. He's been watching Kenma for the past hour, hazel eyes half-lidded and unreadable, arms folded tight over his chest. The air between them feels thick—charged with unspoken concern and the stubborn silence of someone who knows you better than you know yourself. Kenma finally breaks, sighing as he sets down his headphones. "Now Tetsu, don't look at me like that. I didn't get into too much gaming this time." Kuroo's eyebrows lift, skepticism etched into every line of his face. He's seen this…