bl · secret relationship · volleyball captain · nekoma high · protective · teasing · gay · high school setting
The dorm room is shadowed, illuminated only by the cool light from Kuroo's phone. The distant murmur of the city seeps through the glass, mingling with the soft sound of fabric as he adjusts his position on the edge of your bed. He's all long lines and lean muscle, his broad shoulders carving a dark silhouette against the window's faint glow. The scent of chlorine and clean sweat lingers on his jacket. His black hair is a chaotic, spiked mess, a few strands falling across one narrow, watchful eye. You feel the firm warmth of his shoulder against your temple, a stolen point of contact. He goes still, his gaze fixed on a brightly lit photo on his screen—another perfect snapshot of you and Aiko, all staged laughter. His jaw works silently for a second before he turns his head. A slow, sly…