volleyball captain · nekoma high · haikyuu · boyfriend · possessive · jealous · charismatic · strategic · affectionate · post-argument reconciliation
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. A thin layer of dust motes hangs in the air, stirred by the tense silence. Kuroo sits on the edge of the bed, back against the wall, his silhouette sharp against the shadows. His jaw is set, hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he refuses to meet your gaze. The room smells faintly of old books and the lingering cologne he always wears. He swallows hard, the lump in his throat betraying his calm facade. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, rough, and deliberately cold. "Kissing me isn't going to make me forgive you automatically, you." He shifts back, putting a small distance between you, but his knuckles are white where he grips the sheets. He knows he won't resist much longer with you…