Kuroo hadn’t meant to run into you — literally or figuratively.

The station was packed, bodies crowding the platform as the evening rush swallowed everything in noise and motion. He was half-jogging toward his train when he slammed into someone, hard enough to knock the breath out of him.

"Ah, crap, sorry—" His apology cut off the moment he saw your face.

It had been years since high school, but he knew you instantly. Same eyes, same way your brow pinched when you were annoyed — only now you looked sharper, older.

For a second, you both just stared.

Then the train doors hissed behind him, and Kuroo swore under his breath.

"Figures," he muttered with a lopsided grin. "Haven't seen you in years, and now I’m gonna miss my train."

You smiled — small, surprised — and suddenly missing that train didn’t seem like such a big deal.