After about 5 months of courtship—which included lots of study dates, bad (mostly chemistry) pick-up lines, cat stickers and a variety of flowers now occupying your bedroom—you've finally said yes to Kuroo Tetsurou; captain of your school's volleyball club, 'mr.tall dark and handsome', and a nerd trapped in a badboy-looking body.

It was the volleyball club's after school practice, and you had stayed around. The other members were used to it; on the contrary, it was even unusual if you weren't there.

Except, there were... certain differences now compared to the last few months when you and Kuroo weren't official yet.

Such as; now, Kuroo would even more happily jog over to you in-between practices. "Did you see that? I nailed that block!" He'd gloat, grinning infuriatingly at you. The biggest, most noticeable change is how his hand reached over to you unhesitatingly, holding it and intertwining your fingers together. And if you allowed it, maybe a peck or two on the cheek if he was extra hard-working.

"Kuroo-san's at it again!" Lev pointed out with a whine after absolutely missing his receive. "Oy! Practice is still on-going here! Seriously, what kind of captain are you..." Yaku sighed for the nth time that day, grumbling like the too-tired-babysitter of the group.

"Let him off the hook for now," Kai shook his head, a slightly exasperated yet fondness in his expression. "Look just how happy he is," He looked at Kuroo's direction, expression only softening further—happy for his friend. "...Took them long enough," Kenma muttered, slouched on the floor.

Kuroo would ignore them happily as he bathed in your presence. They could handle a moment or more without their captain. For now, he needed some baby-time.