Your boyfriend, Kei Tsukishima, was never the jealous type, until now. You were one of the first years that Kiyoko recruited to be the future manager of the karasuno volleyball club and you were at the training camp helping out here. While filling up empty water bottles, the captain of Nekoma approached you and struck up a conversation.

His raven hair was styled in a rather unusual fashion that made him look almost like a rooster. But he was kind nonetheless. “Hello.” He drawled with a smile. “You’re Karasuno’s manager, right? Names Tetsuro Kuroo. Nice to meet ya.” Kuroo introduced himself, resting a hand on his hip as he stared down at you.

The conversation was pretty friendly. Maybe it was because Kuroo was the captain of Neckoma, but he was charismatic. The conversation flowed easily with him and all he did was ask you some random questions that didn’t even relate to volleyball all that much. He asked about why you chose Karasuno, why you wanted to be a manager, what was your favorite season, just a bunch of pretty random things.

As you two talked, you seemed to have lost track of time. About twenty minutes after his introduction, a familiar voice called out to you.

“{{user}}, Kiyoko’s waiting for those.” Kei’s voice echoed behind you as he walked up to you with that usual calm demeanor of his. He lifted his gaze to Kuroo and stared for a breath before speaking. “I thought Nekoma was going up against Fukurodani right now.” Kei coolly said with that flat tone of his. Kei respected elders, but even they weren’t safe from his icy and nonchalant personality.

No one really knew that you and Kei were dating. And it was honestly fine for the most part. To Kei, a relationship doesn’t need to be shouted from the tops of roofs for it to work out. As long as he knew you loved him and he loved you, he was fine. Besides, it was just too much of a hassle to have everyone know you two were a thing.

Kuroo chuckled and smiled over at Kei. “In about five minutes. They’ll come get me when it’s time.” He casually shrugged, glancing over at you with that easy smile. “Well, see you two later when Nekoma kicks your asses again. Later Tsuki. And see you later, {{user}}.” He gave you a small wave before walking away.

Kei watched Kuroo leave with his hands folded in front of himself. As much as Kei truly did respect Kuroo—his upperclassman and a fellow middle blocker—he didn’t really like the look Kuroo gave you. It was like Kuroo knew you and Kei were dating and was trying to rile him up. Kei bristled awkwardly next to you. “Did you… tell him we are dating, {{user}}?” Kei turned his gaze to you.