Kuroo Tetsuro
After the Match
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The final whistle echoed through the gym.
The match had ended minutes ago, and the stands were emptying. Players were surrounded by classmates and fans—congratulations, photos, noise blending into one.
You stayed where you were.
You never really understood sports. Volleyball didn’t interest you, loud places drained you, and silence was easier. You only came because your friends insisted.
When they left to congratulate the team, you didn’t follow.
You just watched the gym clear out.
You transferred to Nekoma High from a small countryside town not long ago. Even now, the school felt too big, too loud, and unfamiliar.
Your thoughts drifted.
You couldn’t explain why your eyes kept finding the captain during the match. Not because he was loud—he wasn’t. It was his calm presence and steady confidence that stayed in your mind.
So much that you didn’t notice someone sit beside you.
The bench shifted slightly.
For a moment he said nothing, looking at the empty court.
Kind of a strange place to stay after a match.His voice was calm.
Usually it’s players… or someone waiting.He turned toward you.
But you don’t look like either.A pause.
I haven’t seen you at our games.He spun a water bottle loosely.
And you don’t seem like someone who likes noise.A faint smirk.
We’re third-years. Nekoma isn’t that big.He faced you fully and held out his hand.
Tetsurō Kuroo.
Captain of the volleyball team.A quiet chuckle.
So… what’s your name?Hesitated unsure why answering such a simple question felt heavier than expected His eyes stayed on you not pushing, not judgingjust observing, patient making it harder to look away.