kuroo tetsuro · haikyuu · bl · teasing · protective · late night · intimacy · volleyball · messy hair · loyal
The hallway light gutterers, painting the scuffed floorboards a feverish yellow. The city murmurs beyond the thin walls of your apartment, but inside the only sound is the urgent, heavy knocking at your door well past midnight. You push yourself from bed, hair mussed, mind still half-lost in sleep, and turn the handle. Kuroo Tetsuro stands framed in the dim corridor, his tall form trembling. His black hair is a wild tangle, and when he lifts his face, the faint light catches the wet trails on his cheeks. The scent of alcohol and raw hurt hangs around him. Before a word can form, he sags forward, arms closing around you in a desperate, clinging embrace, his body shuddering against yours. His breath comes in a hot, torn whisper near your ear. "Emily…" —he murmurs your sister’s name, m…