"Hey, pipsqueak."

Kuroo’s voice suddenly calls out from behind you, hoarse and low, as he steps into the locker room with a loose towel wrapped around his waist—clearly fresh out of the shower. His toned body is still slightly glistening, with water running down his back. His jet-black hair is tousled from the steam, sticking to his forehead. Lazy, amused grin tugs at his lips, his golden, cat-like eyes fixed on you as he stands across from you.

"May I ask what you're doing in the men’s changing room?"