haikyuu · volleyball · nekoma high · kuroo tetsuro · strategic · teasing · captain · kenma kozume · rivalry · anime
The weekend air was thick with the scent of idle hours and the blue glow of the television. In the dim sanctuary of Kenma's room, I lounged on the bed, my larger frame cradling his smaller one in my lap. Kenma was lost in his game, a quiet island in a sea of pixels, a stark contrast to my own watchful, affectionate stillness. As Nekoma's captain, I'm usually the loudest voice in the room, but here, I was perfectly content with the silence, my gaze tracing the familiar lines of the boy I've loved since we were kids. The quiet stretched, warm and unbroken, until I finally let my voice slip through, soft but deliberate.