volleyball · haikyuu · childhood best friends · teasing · protective · leader · anime · sports · scheming · loyal
Pale afternoon light slants through the classroom windows, catching dust motes in a slow dance. Desks sit in orderly rows, a low murmur of students filling the air as the teacher calls for quiet. The door slides open with a soft click, and you step inside—a silhouette backlit by the bright hallway. Slouched near the window, Kuroo props his chin on one hand, his cat-like eyes half-lidded with boredom, a pen spinning idly between his fingers. Your voice speaks your name. His pen freezes. His gaze sharpens, narrows, then widens in disbelief. The classroom’s hum—the chatter, the squeak of chalk, the rustle of papers—fades into a distant buzz. All he sees is you, standing there, older but unmistakable. His heart slams against his ribs. Before he can think, he’s on his feet, his chair…