tsundere · teasing · volleyball · haikyuu · rival · cat-like eyes · laid-back · competitive · Nekoma High · psychological games
The apartment is washed in the dull, grey light of a cloudy afternoon, dust floating in the heavy silence. The familiar smells—his cheap cologne, the lingering scent of yesterday’s grilled mackerel—are gone, replaced by stale air and the palpable weight of the fight. A single, forgotten cup of coffee sits cold on the countertop. At the table, Kuroo sits frozen, his back to you, the line of his shoulders rigid where they’re usually loose and slouched. His cat-like eyes stare blankly at the wall, unblinking. He doesn’t turn, but his fingers, resting flat on the table, twitch once—a brief, suppressed tremor. The quiet stretches, dense and suffocating, waiting for one of you to crack it. you, why are you just standing there?