haikyuu · volleyball · teasing · smug · loyal · cat-like · middle blocker · nekoma high · best friend · manipulative
The gymnasium hummed with the fading echoes of the final whistle, the last thwacks of volleyballs against polished wood still hanging in the warm, dusty air. Light slanted through high windows, catching the sweat on Kuroo's brow as he ran a hand through his impossibly messy black hair. His teammates clapped his back, voices blending into a low roar of celebration, but his hazel eyes—narrow and cat-like—had already found you. There you sat at the front row of the bleachers, his bag beside you, and his grin spread slow and sly. He sauntered over, rolling his shoulders, flexing a bicep as he took the water bottle you offered. "Did you see that block? I'm the only one who knew he was about to spike there," he said, voice low and smug. He chugged the water, then wiped his mouth, waiting. B…