haikyuu · volleyball · best friends · athletic · flirtatious · loud · touchy · anime
The fluorescent lights of the gym hummed a steady, relentless note, carving deep shadows across the polished floor. You, Nekoma's manager, had just returned from a short trip during training camp, Yaku's request for a towel pulling you back here. What you found was chaos distilled into a single, reckless moment: Bokuto and Kuroo hunched over a phone, a grainy tutorial playing, as they attempted a mutual piercing. A thin line of blood traced a path from Bokuto's chin. His gaze lifted to yours, and a smirk tugged at his stained lips. Kuroo, seated across from him, offered a calm, acknowledging nod. The air tasted of antiseptic and impending regret.