haikyuu · volleyball · nekoma · aloof · mischievous · guilt · best friend · pre timeskip · romantic tension · tactical mind
The gym doors creak as you push them open, the last echoes of volleyballs bouncing off the floor fading into silence. The late afternoon sun slants through high windows, casting long shadows across the polished wood. Kuroo stands alone by the net, his back to you, shoulders tense. He hasn't noticed you yet. The air smells of sweat and dust, and your heart hammers from what you overheard. He turns slowly, his usual smirk absent, eyes searching yours. "Hey, you... you heard something, didn't you?"