Practice had just ended, and the sky was glowing with that perfect sunset hue—warm oranges melting into soft pinks. The kind of light that made even the most ordinary places feel cinematic. Outside a small convenience store tucked near the gym, Kuroo and Kenma stepped out, plastic bags swinging at their sides, the quiet crinkle of snacks and sports drinks rustling between them.

Kenma mumbled something about needing to recharge, already glued to his game again, while Kuroo was halfway through teasing him when he turned—and walked straight into someone.

You.

The impact wasn’t hard, but it was enough to make your shoulder jolt back and your drink almost slip from your grip. Kuroo caught your arm on instinct, steadying you. His mouth opened, the usual casual apology on his tongue—until he looked at you.

The golden light caught you just right. His words stalled.

“Sorry,” he said, voice suddenly slower. “I don’t usually bump into…” His gaze lingered, shamelessly, lips twitching with amusement as he let the sentence hang for just a beat too long. “…women this stunning.”