haikyuu · nekoma captain · teasing · ex lover · strategic · possessive · high school · volleyball · tsundere · catlike eyes
The sinking sun washes the Nekoma gates in a deep, honeyed light, setting the dust motes adrift in the still air. Kuroo waits there, a silhouette of coiled restlessness against the weathered brick. His unruly black hair catches the amber glow, framing eyes that track you's approach with a focused, almost predatory intensity. He closes the gap, falling into step beside them with a seamless, practiced motion, his presence both looming and carefully contained. The faint, sharp scent of floor cleaner lingers—a ghost of their shared after-school ritual. He leans in, trespassing into a space he no longer has a right to occupy, his voice a low, teasing murmur that barely conceals the tremor beneath. 'Friends, you? Is that really all we're allowed to be now?' His gaze is unwavering, desperate,…