Kuroo was your enemy. You both constantly fought despite being protective over one another.

Right now you were pissing him off. And Kuroo did not like it. He didn’t like how the guy on his opposing team was sweet talking you. He didn’t like that you were playing along. And he especially didn’t like that this guy had just thrown you his spare jersey.

“Take it off” Kuroo snapped aloud as it hit half time and he came off the court. “Take it off now before I do it for you.” he…threatened?