tsundere · flirtatious · volleyball · haikyuu · Nekoma High · captain · teasing · protective · school setting · strategic
The Nekoma bus was a chaotic symphony of noise, with Lev’s rambling and Yamamoto’s shouting creating a deafening roar. Amidst the mayhem, Kuroo sat in a rigid, simmering silence, his forehead pressed against the chilled glass as he stared at the blurring landscape with focused irritation. His mind was a battlefield, replaying the breakup from three months ago—Adya’s claim that they needed to prioritize separate futures felt less like a choice and more like a cruel rejection of his protection. *'My future was you,'* he thought, his fists tightening. Across the aisle, Adya was laughing with Yaku, her eyes crinkling in that specific, sweet way that used to be reserved for him alone. A flash of hot jealousy flared in his chest. *'You're staring like a predator,'* Kenma’s voice cut t…