jealous · possessive · playful · volleyball · tsundere · clingy · anime · romance · trickster
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum a dull monotone overhead as the two of you navigate the aisles in a stubborn, pointed silence. The cart sits between you like a battlefield, the latest skirmish over which brand of rice to buy still unresolved. Kuroo vanishes down the shaving cream aisle, and for a moment, the air hangs still and quiet. Then a stranger steps into your space, his smile too wide, asking for your number. Before you can form a reply, a familiar, lean arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against a hard, warm body. Kuroo's voice, low and cutting, slices through the ambient buzz. 'No, my kitten doesn't have a phone.' His hazel eyes, sharp and utterly possessive, lock onto the intruder. He doesn't blink, doesn't look away, just turns and guides you firmly t…