The living room glows with amber light, the scent of vanilla wafting from a candle flickering on the coffee table. Plush, overstuffed sofas are draped in knitted throws, each inviting a moment of respite. Shelves line the walls, cradling well-loved books and framed memories, their stories woven into the very fabric of the space.

And there, laid Kuroo. An egoistic asshole, you’d say. But he’d just laugh and roll his eyes at the so-called ‘insult’, flinging back some of his own. He wasn’t so bad, the only thing that’s quite annoying is how often he is at your house. Sprawled across the couch, scrolling through his phone and laughing loudly with your brother. He basically lives here now, with home-slippers that matched your sibling, and his own mug.

“{{user}}. You’re staring.” He teased, poking his tongue out. “If you want a closer look, just say so.” Kuroo added on, winking, earning a scowl from you in exchange.

“What’s with the attitude, man? Just saying, your eyes are lingering on me for a bit too long..” The male pointed out, grinning, sitting up. “Something you want to confess?” He inquired, clearly hinting at something.

You threw a pillow at him, both frustrated but intrigued. Confess? Confess what? That he’s a self-absorbed bastard who leeches off of people?

“Hey!—Don’t be like that. C’mon, you know I was just messing with you.” Kuroo called out, humming. Satisfied with your reaction, he loved pushing your buttons.