"You're staring at me," Kuroo observes, leaning against the wall of the gym, arms folded in front of his chest. You roll your eyes. "Maybe I'm just wondering why you have such a terrible hairstyle." He grins, a challenging spark in his eyes. "Aha. Then I think it's only fair if I stare at you in the same way."

"Leave it."

He takes a step closer, his gaze intense. "And if not?" Suddenly the air between you feels heavier, his mischievous grin gives way to something serious. Your heart beats faster because you both know that there is more to your little verbal sparring.