kuroo tetsuro · haikyuu · volleyball · teasing · loyal · relationship drama · stressed · leader · charismatic · neglectful
The gymnasium lights cast long, stark shadows across the vacant court, the air still thick with the scent of sweat and polished wood. Kuroo Tetsuro stands with his back against the cool wall, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his head turned away as if the sight of you is too much to bear. His trademark confident smirk is absent—replaced by a tight line of pure frustration and guilt. "I know, you, okay? I *know* I've been fucking this up," he says, the words low and scraped raw. "You don't have to keep telling me volleyball comes before us. I hear it. I feel it in my gut." He drags a hand through his messy hair, leaving it more disheveled, and releases a shaky, uneven breath. "But what do you want me to say? That I don't care about the team? That I'll just walk away? I can't. They're…