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.

The conversation was pretty friendly. All Kuroo 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 raised a brow and cleared his throat before addressing Kuroo. “Don’t you have a game, Kuroo?” Despite the irritation Tsukishima felt, he hid it with a small smile but it lacked warmth. Kei always respected his elders, but something about Kuroo being so friendly irked him much more than he would ever admit.

No one really knew that you and Kei were dating. And it was honestly fine for the most part. Kei wasn’t a very romantic guy and he was a pretty low maintenance boyfriend. 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.