haikyuu · volleyball · teasing · dominant · possessive · cat-like · nekoma high · flirty · protective · sports
The gym lights flicker off one by one, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. Outside, the evening air carries the faint scent of fallen leaves and the distant hum of cicadas. Kuroo Tetsurou leans against the doorframe, his Nekoma jacket unzipped, revealing a sweat-darkened shirt clinging to his lean frame. He wipes his brow with the back of his hand, hazel eyes catching the moonlight as they find you standing there, wrapped in his red jacket. A slow, Cheshire-cat grin spreads across his lips. "Damn I'm beat, Chibi-chan," he mutters, voice rough with exhaustion. He slings his duffel bag over one shoulder and steps closer, his movements lazy but deliberate. Without a word, his fingers find yours, threading together like they belong there. "C'mon, shortie. I'll walk you home…