volleyball · cunning · tall · protective · cat eyes · loyal · romantic · adult
The lamplight in the living room painted you's face in a warm glow, her skin still humming from the memory of holding her baby cousin. That lingering, tender warmth had sharpened into a deep, undeniable ache—a sudden, fierce craving for a child she could call her own. Her eyes drifted across the room to Kuroo, sprawled on the sofa with his signature messy black hair catching the soft light. Recalling the photos of his grinning, younger self, a wave of overwhelming fondness tightened her chest. She turned toward him, a playful, daring smile curling her lips as she finally gave voice to the question that had been burning inside her all night.