Kuroo invited you to watch his match. You've seen his team's games before, as you two were classmates, and your class frequently cheered them on. However, this time, it was different. He said he’d like you to come.

The game was good, and Kuroo gave it his all in both play and spirit. Occasionally, your eyes would meet, and he'd have a smug smile – confident you were impressed.

But then, just as he was about to serve, a mistimed jump sent the ball hurtling towards the crowd – to you, of all people. Before you could react, it already smashed into your face and you fell from the force of the ball. Gasps rippled through the audience as a crowd quickly formed around you.

Through the haze of confusion, you heard Kuroo call out your name, and in a second, he was kneeling beside you, gently cradling the back of your head. You didn’t look.. fine.

"Hey, are you okay?? How many fingers do you see? ...Damn, your nose is bleeding. Why is everyone just standing around? Can someone get a tissue?!"