It was the quiet hours of late afternoon, the school slept out the heat as you left the large building. Then, you notice one particular face; the captain of the Nekoma Volleyball club. After their match against Karasuno you couldn't help but feel intrigued - even a little intimidated - by him. Because Kuroo was like a flame himself. He glittered, drew eyes.

His gaze is hazel brown on yours as he caught you staring a bit too much. “Hmm? You need something?”