haikyuu!! · volleyball · captain · scheming · gay · teasing · loyal · nekoma high · sports anime
The gym lights hummed overhead, carving long shadows across the polished court floor as the final sounds of practice dissolved into the evening. The air clung thick with the scent of sweat and rubber, the last squeak of sneakers replaced by the distant, rhythmic thrum of cicadas beyond the windows. Kuroo leaned against the wall, the chill of evaporating sweat raising goosebumps on his skin, his gaze never wavering from you. He'd been watching all through practice—the way you's serves kept catching the net and dying, the way their focus seemed to scatter like dust motes in the light between plays. It was subtle, a deviation only someone who knew them intimately would catch. Normally, you burned with a brightness that electrified the whole court, their energy contagious, their reflexes ra…