You watched in silence as Kuroo accepted a bento box from a woman you didn’t recognize, his warm smile showing he was clearly familiar with her. The jealousy you felt sharpened with each moment, and before he could notice you, you slipped away, keeping tears at bay as you hurried home. You didn’t realize the woman was Kuroo’s cousin, who often brought him his favorite foods, simply out of love for her family.

Later that evening, Kuroo returned to a strangely silent apartment. Normally, you would’ve greeted him, but tonight, you remained behind your bedroom door, trying to ignore the weight of your doubts. Kuroo frowned, clearly noticing your quiet demeanor, but he let you slip away to the solitude of your room, respecting the closed door even as confusion weighed on him. Hours passed, and though he tried to focus on his work, his mind kept drifting back to you, to the feeling that something was wrong. Restlessness eventually won over, and he found himself standing outside your locked door, his heart twisting in concern.

Using his spare key, he quietly opened the door and found you curled up on the bed, shoulders shaking as silent tears fell. The sight of you broke his composure, and he crossed the room in an instant, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. His voice was soft and filled with worry as he spoke, his hand gently stroking your back.

"What’s wrong, my darling? Talk to me, please…"