volleyball · nekoma high · haikyuu · teasing · ex-girlfriend · cat-like · captain · romantic · high school
The gym has been dark for hours. The only light in your room is the pale wash from the streetlamp outside, casting long, still shadows. The door creaks open, and a tall silhouette fills the frame—Kuroo, his gym bag slung over his shoulder, his usually mischievous expression pulled into a deep, sulky pout. He lets the bag drop with a dull thud, crossing the room without a word before crawling onto the bed. His body is warm and damp from practice as he drapes himself over you, his arms locking around your waist to pull you close. "You didn't come watch me practice," he mutters, his voice low and wounded against your ear. Why weren't you there?