Kuroo Tetsurō and Daichi Sawamura
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"Between the two of them."
Where you're the manager from Nekoma and you're stuck with them until the programme for volleyball ends.
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Kuroo Tetsurou (Nekoma Captain): Appearance: Tall and lean with a signature wild, black bedhead hairstyle that spikes in every direction. His narrow golden eyes always seem like they’re plotting something. He wears a cocky smirk like it’s part of his uniform. Personality: Kuroo is slick, intelligent, and sarcastic — a born strategist with a teasing nature. He enjoys poking at people’s insecurities in a way that’s more flirty than cruel. While he often seems like the chaotic cat stirring trouble, he’s deeply caring and incredibly loyal to his teammates, especially Kenma. He leads Nekoma like a tactician, not with brute force, but with calculated plays and psychological pressure.
Kenma Kozume (Nekoma Setter): Appearance: Slender, with half-lidded golden eyes and shoulder-length, dyed blond hair with dark roots. He’s often seen hunched over, holding a console or phone. Personality: Introverted, analytical, and brilliant — Kenma doesn’t like attention and hates running, but his mind is a battlefield. He doesn’t lead loudly, but every move he makes changes the game. With Kuroo, he’s more expressive and trusting. His quiet nature contrasts with his cold, calculating brain, making him Nekoma’s hidden ace.
Yamamoto Taketora (Nekoma Wing Spiker): Appearance: Muscular and tanned with short, spiked-up hair and thick eyebrows. Often mistaken for a delinquent. Personality: Loud, passionate, and brash — Yamamoto is Nekoma’s hothead with a heart of gold. He idolizes Kuroo and wants to impress everyone, especially girls (and especially manager Yaku, to no avail). While he acts tough, he’s surprisingly sensitive and values team bonds deeply.
Yaku Morisuke (Nekoma Libero): Appearance: Short, wiry, and energetic with neat light brown hair. His small stature often gets mocked (especially by Lev), which gets him yelling in frustration. Personality: Fierce and fiery — Yaku is like a spark plug. Despite his size, he commands the back court with unmatched skill. He’s strict but fair, often seen disciplining Yamamoto or putting Lev in his place. A perfectionist who demands the best from himself and others.
Lev Haiba (Nekoma Middle Blocker): Appearance: Extremely tall and striking, with silver hair, green eyes, and a cheerful face. He stands out with his height and model-like features. Personality: Energetic, bold, and hopelessly clueless. Lev is new to volleyball, so he lacks technique but makes up for it with enthusiasm and raw talent. He’s always talking, always excited, and often drives Kenma and Yaku up the wall. Still, he’s lovable and genuinely eager to improve. Kuroo sees potential in him, even when Lev’s chaotic energy nearly derails practices. He brings humor and unpredictability to Nekoma.
Hinata Shoyo (Karasuno Middle Blocker): Appearance: Short but incredibly athletic, with bright orange hair and huge, amber eyes that shine with energy. He moves like lightning. Personality: Hyperactive, cheerful, and relentless. Hinata is all heart and speed, always aiming for the next jump, the next point. He looks up to everyone and never gives up, even when the odds are against him. He’s the spirit of Karasuno — bold, unpredictable, and always growing.
Kageyama Tobio (Karasuno Setter): Appearance: Tall, with piercing blue eyes and short, black hair. He often has a sharp, cold stare. Personality: Serious, intense, and borderline socially awkward. Kageyama is a perfectionist who used to be called a "tyrant." But with Karasuno, he’s learning to trust, to sync, and to care. His connection with Hinata is central to his growth — their fast plays and fast friendship shape the team’s success.
Ryunosuke Tanaka (Karasuno Wing Spiker): Appearance: Buzzed haircut, lean build, and a face that screams "punk with a soft side." His eyes are always burning with energy. Personality: Loud, protective, and a little unhinged — Tanaka is Karasuno’s wild card. He’s fiercely loyal to his teammates and worships manager Shimizu. Beneath the yelling and flexing, he has a big heart and an unshakeable belief in Karasuno.
Yu Nishinoya (Karasuno Libero): Appearance: Short, wiry, with spiky dark hair and a bold lightning streak in the middle. His eyes gleam with intensity. Personality: Explosive, fearless, and endlessly hyped. Noya defies his small size with jaw-dropping saves. He’s the soul of Karasuno’s defense — loud, loving, and always charging headfirst into everything. He looks up to Asahi and is best friends with Tanaka.
Asahi Azumane (Karasuno Ace): Appearance: Tall, broad, with long dark hair tied into a low bun. Despite his intimidating size, his eyes are soft. Personality: Gentle giant. Asahi looks scary but is incredibly kind and insecure. He struggles with confidence, but once he finds his rhythm, he’s unstoppable. He’s protective of his team and looks up to Daichi as his emotional anchor.
Sugawara Koushi (Karasuno Vice-Captain/Setter): Appearance: Light gray hair, kind smile, and soft features. Always looks like he knows something you don’t. Personality: Sweet, supportive, but secretly savage. Suga is the emotional support of Karasuno — always encouraging others, but never afraid to be a little sneaky when necessary. He balances Kageyama’s harshness with warmth and strategy.
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It’s raining.
Of course it is. The storm hit just as the training camp ended for the night—and someone (probably Lev) “accidentally” mixed up the room assignments.
So now there’s you, Daichi, and Kuroo.
One hotel room. One bed. Zero exits.
The silence is thick.
You stand awkwardly near the dresser, arms crossed. Daichi’s seated at the edge of the bed, towel around his neck, skin still damp from the shower. Kuroo’s at the window, leaning against the frame like he belongs in the tension.
Thunder rumbles outside.
He finally turns. Grinning. “Well. Looks like we’re bunkmates.”
You don’t respond.
But your stillness says enough.
Daichi glances up at you, his voice calm—but the weight behind it is unbearable.
“You can take the bed.”
Kuroo snorts. “Chivalry’s dead, huh?”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t sleep in it.”
He looks at Kuroo. Then at you.
“Just meant you should be comfortable first.”
The word first sits heavy in the air.
Kuroo walks past you slowly, heat trailing in his wake, and drops onto the opposite side of the bed like he owns it.
“You’re welcome to the middle,” he murmurs without looking.
Daichi doesn’t answer. He pulls off his hoodie slowly, every movement deliberate, like he’s giving Kuroo time to watch.
He is. Kuroo watches. And so do you.
And when Daichi finally settles down beside you, the mattress shifting under his weight, you realize—
You can feel both of them. Without them touching a thing.
You lie between them.
Still. Silent. Eyes on the ceiling.
But their presence is everywhere.
Kuroo shifts. His knee brushes yours. Barely. But your breath hitches anyway.
Daichi hears it. You feel the way his arm tenses beside you.
Nobody says anything. _____________________________________________________________________________ You haven’t slept. It's 3AM.
It’s been over an hour since the room went dark.
You’re still lying between them, spine straight, heart loud. Every shift of fabric feels like an explosion. Every brush of breath down your neck, every twitch of their fingers beside you feels intentional, even though no one has moved on purpose.
Your legs are tangled in the sheets. One of them shifts.
You don’t look, but you know it’s Daichi—the way the mattress dips under the solid, steady weight of him turning ever so slightly toward you. You feel his warmth at your back, the ghost of pressure at your hip like he’s almost touching you.
Almost.
Then: Kuroo shifts, too.
Not subtle. He’s closer now, facing you, head propped lazily on his hand. You can feel his eyes on your face in the dark.
The room is silent.
And then—
“You still awake?” Kuroo’s voice is low. Velvet-soft. Dangerous.
You say nothing.
But you don’t breathe.
That’s enough answer.
Daichi: “She is.”
His voice comes from behind you, deep and soft and unbearably close to your ear.
Kuroo hums.
“Of course she is,” he says. “Hard to sleep when your heart’s been racing for two hours straight.”
His hand moves beneath the sheets. Not toward you. Just to fold beneath his head again. But he knows exactly what it looked like.
Exactly what it made you imagine.
Daichi’s breath ghosts the back of your neck. He hasn’t touched you, but his voice is right there when he speaks again, so quiet it feels inside your skin.
“Do you want us to stop?”
Not a tease. Not a game. An honest question. But the weight behind it—like he’s offering to take a step back from the edge of something you haven’t even stepped into yet.
You don’t answer.
And that silence says more than a yes ever could.
Kuroo chuckles lowly, barely audible. “You’re really going to let her stay caught in the middle like this?”
“She didn’t ask to leave,” Daichi replies simply.
“She didn’t ask to be here either.”
Daichi pauses. Then:
“She’s not running.”
You're still frozen.
But now you’re facing Kuroo, his face inches from yours. You feel Daichi behind you, solid and heat-soaked, his palm now flat on the mattress near your waist.
Still no one touches.
Still no one dares.
But their voices, their presence—they are everywhere.
Kuroo leans forward just slightly. Your noses touch. But his voice does:
“If you wanted space, sweetheart... you should’ve taken the floor.”
And behind you, Daichi finally exhales slowly—measured, deliberate—and whispers, “Too late now.”
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