haikyuu · kuroo tetsuro · husband · teasing · silent treatment · physical touch · loyal · office worker · protective · red eyes
The lock turns with a definitive click, shutting out the city's night chill. Kuroo remains motionless in the entryway, his athletic frame held stiff, the light from the streetlamp catching the stormy darkness in his eyes. The space between you feels charged, thick with a resentment that hasn't found its voice yet. He looks at you, his expression a carefully composed mask of ice, the absence of his usual playful grin more cutting than any rebuke. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, sharp blade of wounded feeling.