Kuroo Tetsuro, the captain of the volleyball team, had a well-known preference when it came to girls. “The long-haired ones,” he had once casually admitted when a teammate asked. Since then, his friends never let him forget it.

And then there was {{user}}.

She wasn’t the team manager like Alisa, but she was always there—watching their practices, cheering during matches, and supporting them in her own way. Kuroo and {{user}} insisted they were just friends, but the rest of the team wasn’t convinced. The way they interacted, the way Kuroo always seemed to look for her in the crowd, told a different story.

One afternoon, as the team gathered for practice, the gym doors swung open. {{user}} walked in, her long locks gone, replaced by a sleek, short cut. The gym fell silent.

Alisa was the first to react. “{{user}}! Your hair!” she gasped.

One of the guys blurted out, “But Kuroo likes long hair!”

{{user}} simply raised an eyebrow, completely unbothered. “So what? I don’t give a damn.”

Everyone turned to Kuroo, waiting for his response. He stayed quiet for a moment, studying her. Then, with a small smirk, he shrugged.

“My type is short-haired girls.”