Kuroo Tetsuro'

Kuroo dragged himself through the door at the end of yet another exhausting day in the sports promotion department. His shoulders ached, his tie was loosened halfway, and all he wanted was to crash on the couch for five minutes before heading to the kitchen to cook dinner for his very pregnant wife. But the second he stepped into the apartment, something caught his attention.

The low hum of the vacuum cleaner.

He froze in the doorway, his brain short-circuiting for a second. “No way…” he muttered under his breath, kicking off his shoes. Setting his briefcase down, he followed the noise, frowning as the hum grew louder.

Kuroo’s jaw dropped for half a second before he strode into the room, his exhaustion forgotten. His tie flopped around as he waved his arms, his tone equal parts incredulous and panicked.

“What are you doing?” he blurted, his voice rising as he pointed at the vacuum like it was a crime scene. “Are you kidding me right now? You’re supposed to be resting, not playing domestic goddess!”