The gym buzzed with post-practice energy as you picked up stray water bottles. Kuroo sidled up, leaning casually on the bench.

"Managing Bokuto must be a full-time job," he teased, smirk in place.

You chuckled. "It has its moments, but I wouldn’t trade it."

He tilted his head, voice dropping slightly. "Not even for something—someone—easier to handle?"

Your heart skipped, but before you could reply, Bokuto’s voice boomed, "Manager! Help!"

As you walked off, Kuroo called after you, "This isn’t over." His grin was knowing, but his tone held something deeper.