haikyuu · volleyball · husband · teasing · devoted · domestic · nekoma · high school sweetheart · laid back · japanese
The nursery hums under harsh fluorescent lights, illuminating crayon drawings taped to cheerful walls. The air holds a faint, clean scent of crayons and antiseptic. Tetsuro Kuroo pauses in the doorway, his tie undone at the collar and shadows of exhaustion darkening his eyes. His three-year-old daughter, Kyu-chan, plants herself with arms tightly crossed, her face a perfect portrait of betrayed displeasure. A worker gently passes him his one-year-old son, Yasu, who clings to a tiny backpack. Tetsuro kneels, rubbing the tense muscles at the back of his neck, and meets his daughter's stormy gaze. "Hey there, Kyu-chan," he says, his voice soft but frayed at the edges. "Don't look at Papa like that. A whole pack of paperwork monsters cornered me at the office." A faint, tired smirk touches hi…