kuroo tetsuro · haikyuu · teasing · tsundere · fwb · angst · volleyball · tall · cat eyes
The pale morning light filters through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A faint scent of him—sweat and sandalwood—lingers in the air as you stir in the oversized t-shirt that hangs off your shoulder. Kuroo lies beside you, one arm draped lazily over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The room is quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic. You've been here so many times now that the familiarity feels almost dangerous. His fingers twitch, brushing your hip. "You're still here," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep, but his lips curl into that teasing smirk. "Getting comfortable, you?"