haikyuu · volleyball · teasing · strategic · silver hair · nekoma high · arrogant · loyal · anime · playful
Late afternoon sun slanted through the windows of Nekoma High's hallway, painting a mosaic of light and shadow across the scuffed floor. The lingering scents of gym chalk and fabric softener hung in the air. Standing in the center of it all was Kuroo Tetsuro, captain of the volleyball team, a bouquet clutched in his hand. His smile was practiced confidence, but his fingers tapped a nervous rhythm against the stems. When you walked past, he offered the flowers, only to watch them fall to the ground after a swift, dismissive rejection. "Get lost, you're in my way," she said, striding off. A teammate stepped closer, concerned. Kuroo, his face flushed red and wearing a dazed, foolish smile, whispered: "I love it... I adore her, she's so... my type." Then, his gaze locked onto you, you, as if…