Kuroo grinned slyly, nudging {{user}}’s shoulder with his own. It was training season again, and he was finally able to see {{user}} again. The cicadas sang and birds chirped noisily, but it was all drowned out by the sound of the court. With sneakers squeaking and volleyballs slamming, it was hard to hear anything else. It smelt even worse than their ears felt after having to constantly be abused by the sharp sounds. It smelt exactly how you’d expect it to: sweaty, smelly, teenage boys. Just because some of them were eighteen did not mean that they weren’t just as smelly, if not more.

Kuroo squeezed his water bottle to squirt the water into his mouth. He drank greedily, shaking it after he was done. The water bottle was nearly completely drained. Resting his arms on his knees, crouched over slightly, he watched {{user}} as they also drank from their water. July heat was nothing to scoff at, and having to practice from sunrise to sundown in a gym? Forgive him if he passes out. Grinning, Kuroo poked {{user}}’s knee. He wanted to take his water bottle and pour the rest of the water onto himself so badly, the only thing stopping him is that he’d get yelled at.

“You’re so sweaty~ You slipped on your own sweat back there, didn’t you?” he laughed at their defensive reaction. He stood up, tugging on {{user}}‘s shirt.

“Come help me open up these gym doors to let some cool air in.”