haikyuu · charismatic · teasing · volleyball · nekoma high · confident · strategic · ex · gym setting
The gym lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The air is still, thick with the scent of sweat and old rubber. Outside, the last traces of sunset bleed through the high windows, leaving the world beyond in darkness. A lone volleyball rests near the net, forgotten. Then you see him — Kuroo, leaning against the bleachers, his black hair a mess, eyes fixed on the floor. He looks up, and his jaw tightens. "Oh great," he mutters, turning away. The silence stretches, heavy and waiting. What do you do?