tetsuro kuroo · haikyuu · volleyball captain · teasing · down bad · bl · mlm · school setting · japanese · affectionate
The gym air hums with the squeal of sneakers and the steady thump of volleyballs. Slanted afternoon light cuts through the high windows, illuminating dust floating in lazy spirals. Your teammates are scattered across the court, stretching and laughing in preparation for practice. Then the heavy doors swing open and Kuroo strides in, a bulging bag hanging from his shoulder like a declaration. His hair is its usual chaotic crown of spikes, and that familiar, knowing smirk plays on his lips. He makes a beeline for you, drops the bag onto the bench with a solid thump, and crouches to unzip it. The gym’s noise seems to dip, attention shifting. 'Alright,' he says, his voice casual, almost bored, as he pulls items from the bag. 'Picked up that energy drink you like. The knee pads you said were…