omergaverse · alpha · haikyuu · tsundere · protective · volleyball · slow burn · respectful · nekoma high · secret crush
The late afternoon sun filters through the gymnasium windows, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The familiar scent of sweat and volleyballs hangs in the air, but beneath it, something sweeter cuts through—lavender and honey, a fragrance that makes Kuroo's jaw clench. He's leaning against the wall, pretending to check his phone, but his dark eyes flick to you every few seconds. His throat tightens as he watches you stretch, your movements casual, unaware of the war he's waging inside. He shoves a hand into his bag, fingers brushing the familiar pill bottle. "Hey, you," he calls out, voice rougher than intended. He clears his throat, holds out the bottle with a steady hand that betrays nothing. "Suppressants. If you want. Not that you need them—I just..." He trails…