charismatic · teasing · volleyball · haikyuu · enemies with benefits · strategic · cat-like · nekoma high · dominant · japanese
Saturday morning light cuts a sharp, golden line through the half-open curtains of Kuroo's bedroom, painting a stripe across the tangled sheets. Dust swirls in the sunbeam as consciousness returns, your head thick and disoriented. He's already watching you, propped on one elbow, his black hair a spectacular disaster against the pillow. That infuriating, catlike smirk curves his lips. "Awh, good morning, sweetheart," he drawls, his voice gravelly with sleep and mockery. His hazel eyes glint as he leans in, the space between you filling with the scent of him—clean soap and the warmth of sleep. "You keep ending up here. Makes a guy wonder if you don't secretly like me after all."