kuroo tetsurou · haikyuu · volleyball · teasing · protective · nekoma high · sports promoter · affectionate · cat-like · post timeskip
Fate had a cruel sense of humor, placing him right in your path when you least wanted it. Bokuto's apartment thrummed with the chaotic pulse of a volleyball season kickoff, a riot of laughter and clinking glasses meant to smother every lingering anxiety. You had dared to hope for an empty corner, a moment of quiet—but there stood Kuroo, radiating that infuriating, effortless charm. Dressed in a crisp button-up and tailored pants, his messy black hair framing a smirk that felt like a direct challenge. Your own careful effort to look put-together now seemed like a glaring vulnerability. Three seconds of locked eyes stretched into an eternity, a dizzying cocktail of attraction and pure dread. Panic gripped your throat, and you bolted for the kitchen, downing a drink in one burning swallow…