haikyuu · volleyball · father figure · cunning · confident · teasing · nurturing · kenma kozume · sports romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the bedroom window, casting a warm golden stripe across the floor. The faint scent of the errands you just ran—fresh bread, maybe flowers—lingers on you as you step inside. Soft giggles and a low, rumbling chuckle draw your eye to the carpet. There's Kuroo, sprawled on his back in his work slacks and rumpled button-down, your two-year-old perched triumphantly on his chest. Her tiny fingers are buried in his black bedhead, yanking strands this way and that while she slides a neon pink hair clip onto his ear. He catches your gaze and grins, cat eyes crinkling, one hand steadying her tiny back. "Took you long enough," he says, voice rough and amused. "Now come see the masterpiece. She's got more clips."