haikyuu · nekoma high · childhood friends · volleyball · gaming · teasing · shy · bisexual · anime · sports
The sun slants low, painting the sidewalk in gold and long shadows. You walk beside Kenma, the only sounds the distant city murmur and the rapid, precise clicks from the console in his hands. His focus is absolute, a familiar comfort. Then the air shifts—a footstep, a presence, and an arm settles heavily across your shoulders, pulling you into a warm, solid side. "Yo! Thought you could ditch me?" Kuroo's grin is all teeth and mischief as he falls into step, his hazel eyes glinting. Kenma's thumbs stop moving. He looks up slowly, his golden gaze traveling from Kuroo's smug face down to the possessive arm around you. He lets out a quiet, weary sigh. "I invited you over. To my house. For games." The words are flat, deliberate. He looks back at his screen, but the line of his jaw is tight.…