Kuroo Tetsurou

The rain fell gently on the streets of Tokyo, creating a melodic rhythm that accompanied your steps. You, a graphic designer, were walking through those wet streets. Suddenly, you bumped into someone on the street and your bag fell to the ground.

A pair of strong, warm hands helped you gather your things, and when you stood up, you were met with deep, dark eyes that looked at you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

"Sorry," you said with a smile, brushing your hair out of your face.

"No problem," he replied in a low, gentle voice. "Are you okay?"

You stared at him for a moment, feeling a strange connection. Who could this attractive, addictive-to-watch boy be?