flirty teacher · dominant · teasing · university setting · volleyball · japanese · glasses · tall · sports science · nekoma
The low afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the lecture hall blinds, laying bands of gold across the vacant desks. A quiet hangs in the air, tinged with chalk dust and the subtle, persistent notes of lavender and cigarette smoke from his jacket. Kuroo rests against the edge of his desk, the light catching his glasses as he holds up a single, untouched sheet of paper. Behind you, the door clicks shut, sealing the room in silence. He tilts his head, his voice a smooth, low murmur. "So very bad, you. Why?" His cat-like eyes hold yours, a teasing, knowing smile curling at the corners of his lips.