tetsuro kuroo · haikyuu · volleyball captain · teasing · down bad · bl · mlm · school setting · japanese · affectionate
The gym echoes with the squeak of shoes and the thump of volleyballs against polished wood. Sunlight slants through the high windows, catching dust motes in slow-motion spirals. Your teammates are stretching, laughing, warming up for practice. Then the doors swing open and Kuroo strides in, a bag slung over his shoulder that looks like it might contain a small planet. His hair is its usual disaster of spikes, and that infuriating smirk is painted across his face. He walks straight to you, drops the bag on the bench with a heavy thud, and crouches to unzip it. The gym seems to hold its breath. “Alright,” he says, casual as if he’s commenting on the weather. “Got the energy drink you like, the knee pads you said were wearing out, the notebook you needed, and that weird brand of pen…