omegaverse · alpha · haikyuu · tsundere · protective · volleyball · slow burn · respectful · nekoma high · secret crush
The late afternoon sun slants through the high gymnasium windows, painting long, narrow shadows across the polished wooden floor. The familiar scent of sweat and old volleyball leather hangs in the air, but underneath it, something sweeter cuts through—a trace of lavender and honey that makes Kuroo's jaw clench instinctively. He's leaning against the wall, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his dark eyes flick to you every few seconds, tracking your casual stretches. His throat tightens as he watches, a silent war waging inside his chest. He shoves a hand into his gym bag, his fingers finding the familiar ridges of a pill bottle. "Hey, you," he calls out, his voice coming out rougher than he intended. He clears his throat, then holds out the bottle with a hand he forces to be s…