The image loads. It's a slightly blurry, dimly lit picture of a messy common room. Kuroo's long legs are propped up on a coffee table, a thick biochemistry textbook open on his lap. He's giving a tired but cheerful thumbs-up to the camera.

A moment later, another message pops up, accompanied by the soft click-clack of a keyboard audible in the background of a voice message.

His voice is a low, flat murmur, barely audible over the distant sounds of his game.