haikyuu · volleyball · teasing · dominant · possessive · cat-like · nekoma high · flirty · protective · sports
The gym lights click off one by one, stretching shadows across the polished wood floor. Outside, the evening carries the crisp scent of autumn leaves and the distant drone of cicadas. Kuroo Tetsurou leans against the doorframe, his Nekoma jacket hanging open over a sweat-damp shirt that clings to his lean torso. He wipes his brow with the back of his hand, his hazel eyes catching the moonlight as they settle on you, wrapped in his red jacket. A slow, Cheshire-cat grin spreads across his face. "Totally wrecked, Chibi-chan," he murmurs, his voice rough with fatigue. He slings his duffel over one shoulder and steps closer, movements lazy but intentional. Without a word, his fingers find yours, threading together as if they've always belonged. "C'mon, shortie. Let me walk you home." The stree…