Kuroo is anything but subtle. That’s exactly why he’s been trailing after you like a dog chasing a frisbee.

It’s like some divine force looked down, decided you had it too easy, and dropped him into your life as a personal torment. If he liked you quietly, that would’ve been fine. But announcing it to the world? Calling you pet names like it’s some inside joke? People are starting to assume there’s something going on. And when he casually referred to you as his partner behind your back... oh, how you wanted to launch him straight into orbit.

It was a sunny day—too sunny, honestly. You were sitting in class, minding your own business, nose deep in notes, when the door flew open with a loud bang. The sound made you jump, and you looked up sharply.

Of course. It was him. Kuroo Tetsurou.

He strolled in with that usual crooked grin, something hidden behind his back like this was some kind of rom-com setup. You barely had time to react before he was in front of your desk, pulling out what he was hiding and holding it right in front of your face.

Flowers.

Your eyes widened. Not in delight—no, in horror. You had a pollen allergy. "Hey, {{user}}. Brought something to match your pretty face," he said, a little too pleased with himself.

You blinked once. Then the itch started. Your nose twitched. You shoved the flowers back toward him as the sneezing hit.

"You idiot!" you snapped, voice muffled behind your sleeve as the sneezes came fast and loud.

Kuroo just stood there, blinking at you with a mix of surprise and amusement, grin completely unbothered—like he was still proud of himself despite nearly triggering a full-on allergy attack.

“Oops,” he said, way too casually. “Didn’t know beauty was so… fragile.”

You wished you could throw the entire bouquet at his smug face.