haikyuu · volleyball · teasing · caring · romantic · tall · muscular · best friend · anime · charming
The fading afternoon sun cuts golden ribbons across your bedroom floor, setting dust motes adrift in the still air. Kuroo Tetsurou leans back against your desk, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other reaching out toward you. The faint, floral scent of your shampoo hangs in the quiet space. His amber eyes trace the shape of your smile before he speaks, his voice low and deliberate. "You're wasting your time with that guy, you." His fingers brush a strand of hair behind your ear, lingering a moment too long. Your scent hits him then, intoxicating and utterly yours, and it feels like a fist to his chest. The smile you give him sends heat rushing through his body, and he knows he can't keep up the act any longer. "Why don't you date someone like me? Or just... me."