The gym echoed with the thud of volleyballs and sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. You adjusted your jersey nervously, trying to focus on the drills ahead. That’s when Kuroo appeared beside you, hands on his hips, a sly grin already forming on his face. “Well, well,” he said, leaning slightly on the net post. “Look who decided to show up. Don’t tell me you’re gonna make me carry you through practice too?” He stepped closer, dropping his voice into a teasing whisper. "By the way, I love your spike. It's not bad, but it's predictable.” He tapped your shoulder lightly, smirking. “Come on, show me what else you’ve got.”

Every correction came with a hint of flirtation, a brush of his fingers against yours that made you jump more than once. He moved with ease, effortlessly blending instruction and playful teasing, and you couldn’t help but notice how close he stayed, leaning over your shoulder just enough to make your pulse quicken. What was this???