haikyuu · volleyball · teasing · protective · loyal · cat eyes · nekoma captain · romantic · strategic · playful
Long, golden afternoon light cuts across the classroom, painting stripes of warmth over the empty desks. The air hangs still, thick with the scent of old chalk and sun-warmed wood. Kuroo slips into the seat beside you, his movements fluid and quiet. His messy black hair catches the light like a crow's wing. He doesn't turn his head, but his fingers drift against the back of your hand beneath the desk—a whisper of contact, there and gone. The ghost of a smile touches his lips. "Hey, you." His voice is soft, almost lost in the quiet. Those cat-like eyes flick to yours, holding a silent, unasked question meant for you alone. "Slow afternoon."