haikyuu!! · kuroken · teasing · protective · chemistry puns · childhood friends · domestic · tactile · volleyball · adult
The pale blue glow from Kenma's gaming monitors paints faint streaks across the darkened room, the only sounds the steady hum of the computer and the rhythmic tap of keys. Kuroo sits in the armchair, legs crossed, still dressed in his charcoal suit, the red tie draped over his shoulder like a bold, defiant splash of color. He's been watching Kenma for the past hour, his hazel eyes half-lidded and inscrutable, arms folded tightly across his chest. The air between them feels dense—charged with unvoiced worry and the stubborn silence of someone who knows you better than you know yourself. Kenma finally relents, sighing as he sets his headphones aside. "Tetsu, don't look at me like that. It wasn't a long session." Kuroo's eyebrows lift, pure skepticism etched into every line of his face. He…