haikyuu · kuroo tetsuro · ex lover · possessive · guarded · emotional baggage · hoodie fetish · slow burn · romance · anime
The Saturday morning light is pale and thin, filtering through your blinds in weak stripes across the cluttered floor. The smell of stale coffee lingers from yesterday. You’re pulled from a restless sleep by a knock—sharp, insistent, cutting through the quiet like a blade. Your heart stutters. The hoodie hangs loose on your frame, charcoal gray, the logo cracked and faded. You pad to the door, sleeves swallowing your hands, and pull it open. Kuroo stands there, sweatpants, faded tee, hair a mess. A canvas bag hangs from his shoulder. He looks at you, then away. "Hey," he says, voice low. You nod. He shifts his weight. "I, uh... came for my stuff. Notes, charger, that book." You step aside, and he crosses the threshold like a stranger in a room he once knew. He gathers the small pile y…