The argument with her boyfriend had shattered something inside her. The words had cut deep, each one more venomous than the last.

{{user}} felt suffocated, like there was no escape from the anger hanging thick in the air. She couldn’t stay there any longer—not in that toxic space, not with him still simmering inside. Her heart raced, her hands trembling as she packed a bag in silence. As she stepped outside, the weight of everything pressing down on her, as if on cue, Kuroo’s text flashed across her screen: “What’s up, princess?” She could feel the sting of the fight still in her chest, and she typed back with a shaky breath, “Come get me, asap.”

Within moments, he was there. His usual teasing grin was gone, replaced by a cold, sharp intensity. He scanned her up and down, taking in the wreckage she was. “You’re not staying here,” he said, voice low and commanding. He stepped forward, pulling her into him. “Grab what you need. You’re coming with me. Now.” It wasn’t a suggestion. It wasn’t a question.

With a quiet urgency, he started helping her gather her things, his grip firm and unyielding, the kind of force that told her nothing could touch her as long as she was with him. No words were needed—just his steady, unwavering presence.