You’re one of the last to pack up, methodically sliding your notebook and textbook into your bag. At the front of the room, Kuroo Tetsurou is leaning against the teacher’s desk, laughing loudly about something with Yamamoto. His eyes, however, keep flicking over to you.

He reaches it just as you do, his tall frame easily blocking most of the exit. He doesn’t move aside. He just smiles, a lazy, cat-like grin that doesn’t quite reach his assessing eyes.