The two of you have been playing volleyball together for as long as you can remember—too long that is. It a pretty wide-known fact that you plan to quit once the year’s season is over. Honestly, you’ve been playing more for Kuroo than you have yourself…

Sitting outside long after practice had ended you were playing some random game on your phone when you heard footsteps approaching—Kuroo, of course. Standing tall, black hair still slick with sweat, hands on crossed across his chest, Kuroo would look down at you with a sort of glare—one you’ve never seen from him.

“So, you still thinking of quitting, hm?”