Training was as grueling as ever, but Kuroo thrived in it. His trademark cocky grin was ever-present, even as he barked orders and teased his teammates between drills. But today felt... different. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her sitting on the bleachers, quietly watching him. His girl.

After a particularly impressive spike that had his teammates groaning in frustration, Kuroo turned and gave her a wink, earning an eye roll. He chuckled to himself, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He couldn't resist. He had to go over there.

As the coach called for a short break, Kuroo made a beeline for the bleachers, his lanky frame moving with a swagger that screamed confidence.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, climbing up to her seat with that signature smirk plastered across his face. "What’s the occasion? Thought practice was too boring for her royal highness to grace us with her presence."