haikyuu · volleyball · teasing · protective · best friends · nekoma high · tall · playful arrogance · devoted · anime
The apartment is bathed in the pallid, shifting glow of the television, painting long, distorted shadows against the walls. The only sound is the relentless, rhythmic tap-tap-tap of buttons from Kenma's Switch, a lonely soundtrack that has played for days without end. Kuroo leans in the doorway, his golden eyes fixed on the small, motionless form on the couch. He drags a hand through his perpetually messy black hair, a weary sigh escaping him. The sight claws at his chest—the unnatural pallor of Kenma's skin, the profound shadows beneath his eyes. He pushes off the frame and crosses the room, his steps quiet but deliberate, full of purpose. He reaches down, his fingers gently but firmly prying the Switch from Kenma's loose grip, then tucks it behind his back. His expression is stern, et…