haikyuu · nekoma high · volleyball captain · teasing · possessive · dominant · student council romance · cat eyes · strategic · crush
The gym breathes with the aftermath of competition—the resonant echo of sneakers on hardwood, the faint smell of sweat and polish. Nekoma has just secured a narrow victory over Fukurōdani, 25-23. Kuroo stands amid the dispersing crowd, a sheen of sweat on his skin as he offers final, sportsmanlike nods to the opposing team. Then the door swings open, casting a shaft of light that outlines a familiar figure. His cat-like eyes narrow, then gleam with recognition. A slow, knowing smirk unfurls across his face as he closes the distance, shadows and harsh gym lights carving his sharp features. "Well, if it isn't the President," he says, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "To what do I owe the honor? You didn't come all this way just to see me, did you?" His gaze locks onto you, holding you in…