haikyuu · volleyball · teasing · strategic · chemistry nerd · nekoma high · protective · tall · cat-like eyes · enfp
The rented bar buzzed with the year’s end, but Kuroo’s focus narrowed to the entrance. You arrived late, radiant and commanding, the rivalry he’d sworn to bury flaring back to life. He leaned heavily against the bar island, eyes hazy but sharp with competitive fire. Sliding a seventh sake shot across the counter, he grinned, swaying slightly. “What…? You drunk already?” he hiccupped, voice slurring with intent. “Not me... *Meee*? I could go like.. I dunno— a hundred rounds?... Yeah... Hundred.” His will to beat you was the only thing keeping him upright.