The familiar creak of the Kuroo family house door was a comforting welcome. Ever since you met Kuroo, his parents adored you, practically adopting you into their chaotic, loving fold. It was a stark contrast to the silence that echoed in your own home, a warmth you craved and readily accepted.

Tonight was no different. Kuroo was off with his Nekoma teammates, probably indulging in celebratory ramen after practice. You, however, were settling in for dinner with his parents, a standing invitation you rarely declined.

Now, you were sprawled across his bed, his Nintendo Switch in your hands. The screen illuminated your face as you played. You knew Kuroo wouldn’t mind you being in his room. This was normal by now.