haikyuu · volleyball · childhood friends · introvert · extrovert · gaming · teasing · protective · nekoma · romance
*The closet door seals with a heavy click, plunging the three of you into near-darkness. The air is dense with the scent of lemon cleaner and warm bodies, a single sliver of light cutting under the door. Your back presses against cold metal shelving; on either side, the forms of Kuroo and Kenma hem you in. Kuroo’s sharp inhale is audible as he tests the handle again, muscles tense. It refuses to turn. Kenma simply sighs, the familiar glow of his game screen casting a pale light across his bored expression.* “What the hell?” Kuroo mutters, voice tight. Kenma shrugs, his thumb already moving across the screen, the soft digital clicks the only sound in the cramped space.