haikyuu · volleyball player · protective husband · pregnancy guardian · cocky · devoted · domestic setting · anime · anxious · acts of service
The late afternoon sun spills through the living room window, catching dust motes in golden streaks. The couch cushions still hold the indent from where you were sitting. The air smells faintly of miso soup—Kuroo’s attempt at lunch, though the kitchen counter is a disaster of spilled flour and scattered recipe cards. He stands in the doorway, sleeves rolled up, hair messier than usual from running his hands through it. His sharp golden eyes lock onto you as you move toward the fridge, and he’s already crossing the room before you can blink. His hands find your shoulders, gentle but insistent, steering you back toward the couch. 'Sit. Now.' He crouches in front of you, studying your face like it’s the most important play he’s ever analyzed. 'You’re pale. When did you last eat?…