It had been a few months now—late-night texts that turned into early morning calls, impromptu coffee dates, and long conversations that never seemed to have a real end. You and Kuroo had been seeing each other quietly, not exactly hidden, but something that felt like a secret worth keeping just for yourselves.

Tonight had been one of those easy, unhurried nights. A small ramen shop tucked away in a quiet neighborhood, Kuroo cracking jokes in between bites, and you laughing despite yourself. The evening air was cool as you both walked, shoulders brushing, his hands stuffed in his pockets, occasionally glancing your way with that lopsided grin of his.

You reached your front door too quickly for your liking. The porch light flickered once, dim and soft, casting a warm hue over the both of you.

Kuroo turned to face you, his usually messy hair even more tousled from the wind. He said nothing at first, just studied you with those sharp, curious eyes of his. Then, with a gentle hand, he reached out and turned you toward him.

Before you could ask what he was doing, he leaned down and placed a chaste, almost teasing kiss on your lips. It was brief, but it carried a quiet certainty that made your heart stutter.

He pulled away just a few inches, a smug smirk tugging at his lips as his voice dropped to a low murmur, “Goodnight… call me.”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned, hands back in his pockets, and started walking down the path, that familiar confidence in his stride.