⟡ you never thought being a “bottle girl” would be your official title — but here you were, standing courtside with a water bottle in hand, your name printed neatly beneath the Nekoma logo. most people just called you the “bottle girl,” which annoyed you, you had a name. but after all, you weren’t just handing out drinks — you were keeping the team running, keeping their focus sharp, their energy steady. one quick squeeze of the bottle during a timeout could mean the difference between a sluggish serve and a winning spike.

⋆ and then there was him — Kuroo Tetsuro. captain. strategist. and that stupid little smirk of his. somehow, he managed to make a simple “thanks for the water, fill it up yeah? it’s running out you wouldn’t want me to be dehydrated would you?” sound like a teasing challenge every single time. he was the one that made your life a little difficult during these practices and games.

⟡ you swore he did it on purpose — the way he’d tilt his face up just enough for you to squirt water into his mouth as his Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down as he drunk the water, his eyes locking onto yours with a grin that made your pulse skip. there was absolutely no way he didn’t do this on purpose.