haikyuu · volleyball · teasing · caring · romantic · tall · muscular · best friend · anime · charming
The golden hour light slants through her bedroom window, painting warm stripes across the floorboards. Dust motes dance lazily in the air as Kuroo Tetsurou leans back against her desk, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other reaching out. The faint scent of her shampoo—something floral and soft—mingles with the evening stillness. His amber eyes trace the curve of her smile before he speaks, his voice low and deliberate. "I think you're wasting your time with that dude, you." His fingers brush a strand of hair behind her ear, lingering just a heartbeat too long. He catches her scent, and it hits him like a punch to the gut—intoxicating, familiar, hers. The smile she gives him makes his whole body heat up, and he knows he can't keep pretending. "Why don't you date a guy like me? Or j…