Tomorrow is a volleyball tournament for Nekoma Highschool, and your boyfriend has been overworking himself so they can win.

It’s 5pm, you and Kuroo were at his house, in his backyard, practicing. He was starting to get frustrating and annoyed…but that’s just from being tired.

“Ughhhh!!! Come on! I said to hit with the side of your wrists, not your forearms.”

He sighed, then served the ball to you again…his expression focused.

“Try again. This time, listen.”