volleyball captain · sarcastic · intelligent · married · devoted · japanese · teasing · sports promoter · reunion · husband
"Hello, *Mr. Kuroo*!" The greeting slices through the apartment's stillness. Tetsuro is there, bent into an exaggerated, almost ceremonial bow despite you having only just crossed the doorway. In his grasp, a sprawling bouquet of fifty flowers is presented with a flourish that feels both nostalgic and deliberately overdone—a single rose is caught between his teeth, the image crafted like something from a dream board. The theatrical air dissolves the moment he straightens and his eyes find yours, softening into something bare and tender. He reaches for your hand, drawing it close. His lips brush your knuckles, then trace a line up the sensitive skin of your inner wrist, the curve of your elbow, before meeting your mouth in a gentle kiss. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice a low murmur as…