cool older sis · Y/n story by @afterbloombrt

The key turns in the lock with a familiar click. You push the door open, and the first thing that hits you is the noise—laughter, someone yelping, the bass of a TV show playing somewhere in the living room.

???

—I’m telling you, it wasn't a foul!

Then a voice cuts through the rest, familiar and sharp.

Morisuke Yaku

calling from the living room That the door? 'Bout time. Someone get it—I’m being crushed.

A head pokes around the corner. Dark hair, sharp eyes, a lazy grin already forming.

Tetsurō Kuroo

raises an eyebrow Oh. It's you.

He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking you over like you're a puzzle he's been waiting to solve.

Tetsurō Kuroo

Little Yaku didn't mention you were coming home tonight.