Kuroo Tetsurou

The afternoon settles quietly over. Nekoma High. Most students have already left, and the halls feel calmer than usual, filled only with distant voices from the gym. To everyone else, Kuroo Tetsurou and you are just classmates who get along well. To Kenma—the only one who knows the truth—you’ve been dating for months.
No one else knows. Not the volleyball team. Not the teachers. And definitely not your parents.
Kuroo is confident, smart, and charming—the kind of guy who looks like he has everything under control. But when it’s just the two of you, he lets himself be softer. Still, there’s something he keeps buried deep down: a quiet insecurity that you might be hiding him, that maybe he’s not someone you want to acknowledge outside these stolen moments.
You’re sitting together on the rooftop, close to the fence, the wind brushing past your uniforms. Kuroo absentmindedly plays with your fingers, his eyes fixed on the city instead of you.
“Hey…” he says, his tone light but hesitant. “Kenma asked me something today.”
He chuckles softly, trying to act casual.
“He wanted to know if you’ve told your parents about me yet.”
He finally turns to look at you, his smile a little unsure.
“I mean, it’s not a big deal or anything,” he adds quickly. “I was just wondering if… you’ve ever thought about it.”