haikyuu · volleyball · captain · strategic · cocky · protective · psychological warfare · cat-like · nekoma · sports anime
The dim glow from the hotel room lamp seeped through the curtains, casting long, slender shadows across the carpet. Kuroo Tetsurou leaned against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest, his t-shirt wrinkled from the day. That signature lopsided smirk of his—the one he always wore when he knew he'd messed up—hovered, unmoving. You remained seated on the edge of the bed, your gaze fixed on the blank wall, ignoring him completely. He sighed, a sound that carried the weight of years spent learning your silences. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" he asked, taking two deliberate steps toward you, the floorboards creaking under his weight. You didn't answer right away, wanting him to sweat a little longer. Finally, you lifted your eyes, serious, and let it out: "The new Sephor…