#kuroo hq

[pheracy]

Heard we were doing bf reveals

[ctrlkenma]

✪ TEXTS W TETSUROU !

✧ fem!reader, implied bisexual!kuroo, suggestive humor

requests are open luvs

©ctrlkenma, 2025.

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[wordsofelie]

🔭Saturn

part of my observatory event, requested by @stellar-haikyuu <3

kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: you’ve finally found a rival who meets your standards. too bad the man is the most infuriating, stupid and annoying person on earth.

content warnings: high school setting, hurt/comfort, sports / academic rivals, swearing, reader kinda has an inferiority complex

words count: 1.4k

It started as a game. A silly, stupid, little game.

At least, that’s what you told yourself at first.

You’ve always been rather—competitive. Ever since you were a kid, you chased after every first place, every gold medal, every record waiting to be broken. Higher grades, longer races in PE, and everything else that would make you better. And then, you found volleyball—a sport that only fed that hunger, made the desire to win burn even brighter.

But before, no one had ever truly met your standards.

That is, until you met him.

Kuroo Tetsurou.

You became classmates in your first year of high school. You didn’t pay much attention to him on your first day (he seemed like the perfect depiction of a teenage boy—messy-haired, slouched over his desk, probably more interested in making dirty jokes than studying). But when the first chemistry grades came, your jaw dropped—that bastard had a better score than you. Maybe it was chance, you tried to tell yourself at first, but the semester passed, and his grades only improved.

“Need something?” is the first thing he ever asked you.

You didn’t realise you were staring at the paper in his hands until his voice reached your ears.

“I don’t,” you quickly regained your composure, clearing your throat and lifting up your chin.

His mouth turned into a side smirk. Infuriating. “Cause I can tutor you if you want.”

That motherfucker, is the only way you could describe Kuroo at this moment. You gripped your pen like it was his throat. Your hands clenched so hard your nails dug into your palms.

Still, you forced a smile in return, “I’ll pass thanks.”

“Too bad. I’ve got the annals from last year’s exam at home. I could’ve lent them to you. Or maybe they’d be too hard for you to understand.” He rested his chin in his palm calmy, looking almost bored.

Oh, you were going to kill him.

“Don’t bother, I fear I might smash your face with the book.”

His eyes widened in surprise, but his laid-back attitude came back just as fast.

“You can try, but I don’t think you can reach me. I’ve seen you play, I jump higher than you, you know.”

“Wow. Real mature-”

You were convinced the game could have gone on for hours, but unfortunately—or fortunately—the bell rang, and the class got dismissed.

You remember watching him getting up. If you didn’t just get belittled by him maybe you could have given credit to his looks. Tall, athletic, confident. That’s what Kuroo was like in your eyes. If he didn’t have a shitty personality and a stupid hairstyle you think that maybe he could have been less unbearable. But as you got out of the classroom, you only wanted to prove him wrong and dethrone him.

Your first-ever interaction transformed into a declaration of war. And the war lasted all high school.  Because, obviously, Kuroo wasn’t just good in chemistry—maths, physics, PE. Teachers loved him, praised him, classmates laughed with him. He was perfect in everything. And what made your blood boil in your veins was how effortless he made everything look. You sacrificed so much to be where you were, gave so much passion and time into school that you couldn’t stand the sight of him acting like it was easy.

And he played volleyball, which gave you even more reason to compare yourself to him.

It got worse when you both became captains of your team. You started comparing scores and blocks and victories.

At first, you liked the unspoken rule between you—the constant back and forth, the rivalry that kept you both on edge whether it was for school or volleyball.

Then, it became an obsession.

You started waking up earlier to go for a run, going to bed later to study for exams. You did everything you could and still—he was better.

You remember seeing Kuroo once on the sidelines at one of your practice matches, grinning at you with hands on his hips. “You’re looking a little slow today, Captain.”

You shot him a glare.

“Why are you even here Kuroo?” You spat once the game was over. “You’re not gonna get any girls with that haircut, you know.”

“Making fun of my hair again? You’re getting a little repetitive these days.” He chuckled. Gosh, you hated this laugh. “Besides, there’s only one girl I want attention from.”

You rolled your eyes and walked away, but deep down, your heart was pounding fast. You hated how good he was. You hated that he pushed you to be better. And more than anything—you hated how much he could control your emotions, making you sad and angry and frustrated just by being close to you.

The Inter-High qualifications arrived too fast, but you were ready.

Your team had trained relentlessly. You’d pushed yourself harder than ever, and now, it was time to prove that you could do this. That you could win.

You made it to the semi-finals. You were so close.

And then—you lost.

You didn't even make it to the finals, let alone Nationals. Your dream shattered in front of you, a cruel joke the universe had played at your expense.

You shook hands with the winning team, congratulated them like a good athlete should. Then you headed to the locker room, collapsing onto the bench; your throat was tight and your eyes burnt.

You didn't hear the door opening.

And a few seconds later, you knew he was here.

You hated him. Kuroo Tetsurou.

You hated him from the bottom of your heart.

And that hatred only grew bigger now that he was standing there, hands in his pockets, ready to make fun of your loss.

“I’m not in the mood for your teasing, Kuroo.”

Silence.

Then, softly: “I’m not here to tease.”

You finally looked up. His usual smirk was nowhere to be found, you almost missed it. Your eyes immediately stared at the floor again. “I just-” He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “You don’t deserve this.”

You scoffed, bitter. “Yeah? Tell that to the scoreboard.”

Kuroo took a step closer. “I know how much this meant to you.”

Your jaw tightened. You couldn't look at him. If you did, you’d break. And you didn't want to break in front of him.

“Don’t you ever get tired of always winning?”

Kuroo blinked in surprise. “What?”

“You’re always ahead. Always. You beat me in volleyball. You beat me in grades. You beat me at everything. It’s exhausting.” Your voice cracked, and you hated it. “I’ve spent years trying to keep up with you. And now-” You laughed, but it was humourless. “Now, you get to go to Nationals while I sit at home and watch.”

Kuroo frowned. He opened his mouth—you saw it from the corner of your eyes. “I never—”

“You never what?” you snapped. “Never tried to one-up me? Never enjoyed being better than me? Cause I’m way behind you, aren’t I?”

“That’s not-” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I never wanted to beat you.”

“Bullshit. Every time we got a grade, you asked to see mine. You came to every practice game, telling me I could do more. You stayed late after school just to show me how your receives were better than mine. At tournament, you came in the frontline just to see me lose and-”

Kuroo shook his head. “It’s not that-” He hesitated. “You inspire me.”

Your heart stopped beating for a second, or two. “What?”

“You’re the best opponent I’ve ever had,” he admitted. “And yeah, I like pushing you, but not because I want to humiliate you. I just-” He rubbed the back of his neck. For the first time in the three years you had known him, he looked nervous. “I like seeing you play. I like watching you get better.”

You stared at him. This—this wasn't how your conversations usually went. Kuroo was supposed to be smug, sarcastic, insufferable. Not… this.

Not kind.

“I don’t need your pity,” you finally muttered as you looked away.

Kuroo stepped closer again and knelt down in front of you. “It’s not pity.”

“Then what is it?” The words quieted one after the other.

He seemed to be looking for the right words. But then—

“I’m going to miss you.”

You froze and your heart stuttered, and you hated that it did. (Or maybe the feeling wasn’t so bad, maybe you didn’t hate it, maybe you could get used to it.)

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you asked. You tried to sound annoyed instead of breathless, but your voice betrayed you.

Kuroo grinned—soft, for once. “It means I don’t want this to be the end of our game. Even in uni, even when we’re old and can’t play volleyball anymore, I want you to remain my best opponent.”

You stared at him. He was serious.

“You’re an idiot.”

He chuckled. “Maybe.”

A few seconds passed before he spoke again. With his usual smirk and his stupid bed hair, he asked: “Need something?”

And then—because you were exhausted, because you’d lost everything that day, because you didn't have the energy to fight anymore—you let yourself leaned into him, just a little.

His arms were warm as they wrapped around you.

Tears started falling from your eyes, your muscles eased. Everything hurt and softened at the same time.

He was right. Maybe this wasn't the end of the game.

Maybe it was just a new round.

a/n: i had so much fun writing this <33

thank you so so much to @keishuii for beta-reading it, you’re the best!!

[m4iya]

hq characters reactions when you refer to them as 'my shayla'

multiple characters

.⋆𝜗𝜚

The type to be genuinely, genuinely confused. Like 'I have to search this up' kind of confused. A smile wouldn't even come close to forming on his lips. Instead, he'd probably look at you confused with an almost scrutinising gaze. He wouldn't even infer that it could be a nickname. He'd ask you what a Shayla is, and how he could even be classified as one.

"Your 'Shayla?' I don't know who Shayla is, but it definitely isn't me."

kageyama tobio, iwaizumi hajime, kyotani kenjiro, ushijima wakatoshi, SAKUSA KIYOOMI, akaashi keiji, EITA SEMI, korai hoshiumi

.⋆𝜗𝜚

The type who knows what it means and would probably laugh about it a little. That, or he wouldn't acknowledge it as anything different than what he's used to. He'd also probably use it himself or call you by another brainrot nickname. Also the type to cringe if he hears it being used in an actual conversation and not over text.

replies with a reel or something similar

kenma kozume, akira kunimi, sugawara koushi, SUNA RINTARO, nishinoya yu, kuroo tetsuro, fukunaga shohei, takahiro hanamaki

.⋆𝜗𝜚

The type who has no clue what it means, but can tell it its not an insult. If you tell him it's a nickname of sorts, he'd use it back to you periodically. Would probably get excited at the thought of having a nickname specifically tailored to him until he finds out you didn't come up with it for him. He'd still use it though.

"What's a 'Shayla?'"

HINATA SHOYO, bokuto kotaro, so inuoka, lev haiba, kanji koganegawa

(specific to hinata): would probably add it to his vocabulary list and start using it as an everyday word </3

⋆𝜗𝜚

The type who doesn't really care. Whether he does or doesn't know what it means, he knows that it's just some nickname you decided to give to him. Would probably use it back once or twice in the wrong context just to make you laugh.

yamaguchi tadashi, oikawa toru, SWAMURA DAICHI, suguru dasho, yaku morisuke, kenji futakuchi, matsukawa issei, chikara ennoshita

Extra mention: Tsukishima would most probably know what it means (I think he's the type who uses his phone a lot so he'd be familiar with brainrot/slang) but he'd absolutely REFUSE to acknowledge it or laugh about it 😭

"I can't deal with this rn."

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[homewreckerkuroo]

genuinely nervous about hearing Kuroo being canonically married to someone else BECAUSE WDYM, HE'S MARRIED TO MEEEEEEEEEE

[eremikayearner]

⋆｡°🎧ྀི.⊹₊ ⋆ kuroo please tutor me in chemistry i need you now more than ever.

[tabiito]

chapter eight: i just get so passionate about feminism previous ⎯ masterlist ⎯ next

You're peering over the edge of a railing on the roof of your rendezvous point, watching people mill about like specs of colour when you hear the familiar whoosh of wind that signals the arrival of Tokyo's arachnid saviour.

"Spider-Man," you speak, and he shoots you a timid wave. "Vigilante."

This time, you study him even more intensely than before, trying to gauge his height and cross-check with the Reddit post. You struggle to find any identifying markers, since his suit's practically stretched taut against his body, red and blue appearing glossy in the moonlight.

He'd always been cautious, even at your last two meetings when you'd been brainstorming ways to flush out the serial arsonist that had recently hit another shopping complex in Ginza. Constantly standing a couple of feet away from you, speaking in a thick dialect that sounded like a cross between Tokyo and another district you couldn't quite put your finger on. If it weren't for your doomscrolling through forums piecing together a digital footprint, and the lifesaver of a Reddit post, you'd be hitting your head against a wall right now.

Instead, you play nice.

"Did the police manage to salvage the footage?", you ask, leaning on the edge of the cool metal bars as he surveys you from a distance, scanning the perimeter not very subtly.

"They're tryin' to. I know we agreed to me handling the cops, but d'ya think you could run by the Ginza scene around 10 in the morning to get the footage? I got this unmissable appointment around then."

Unmissable appointment. That could be anything: a birthday party, a doctor's visit, or a training session.

You cringe inwardly at a run-in with the police, again, and that too during your Behavioural Econ class. Still, Spider-Man sounds sincere enough, and you suppose he's been doing most of the public lifting in this op anyways, so a quick visit to the crime scene should be the least you can do.

You sigh, relenting. "Fine."

You can hear the relief in his tone. "Thanks. I owe ya."

"I'll hold you to it," you grumble under your breath, and then, remembering a hunch that'd hit you like a brainwave while studying all three crime scenes in Shinjuku, Ginza and Minato, you add:

"Can we get a list of all the shops that'd been hit in these three places? I think it's time we begin making a suspect list."

"Sure," Spider-Man replies, shrugging. "I can get that info off the net and I'll bring it to ya. Same time tomorrow?", he asks, and you nod, unsatisfied and frustrated with how little personal information you've been able to extract from this meeting.

"Cool. See ya," he declares, flicking his wrist in the direction of the building behind you and whooshing past the railing in one swift motion. You watch him, swinging across the skyline of shiny glass and lights, until he becomes a tiny blob of blue and red, heading towards the curved roof Ariake Arena.

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[willowtreebee]

Started playing Project Sekai recently and lemme just say

HEAVY on Nene and Kenma

[umhiimv]

hi flower friends!!

i like to think that kuroo doesn’t have perpetual bed head but he just likes the look of bed head so he styles his hair like that every day, horrendously mind you, so he can go out looking like a fresh pile of trash.

i also like to think that on days he’s not wearing eyeliner, semi likes to put red makeup on under his eyes and right below his nose to make himself look sick, whether he is or not. he’s just a boy, ok?

[pheracy]

Can you do headcanons for kuroo from haikyuu?

Kuroo Tetsurou ☁️ headcanons

He does the Wordle of the day when he's bored or when he's waiting for the subway.

He'd be open to letting his partner paint his nails, preferably black.

In case of having a pet, he'll take care of a Dobermann dog.

He's the type of guy to be in a long-term relationship; once he's with someone, he doesn't care about other suitors.

He never skips breakfast.

His favorite k-pop boy group is Monsta X, and he adores DPR IAN's music.

He actually cares about his outfits and loves wearing the most fashionable swimsuits to the beach.

He'd planned a food tour visiting the most famous chiringuitos in Andalucía (Southern Spain) and eating espetos (skewered and grilled fish, typically sardines, on a stick over an open fire on the beach).

He'd take all his Nekoma teammates to play beach volleyball every summer.

He would convince Kenma to go together to have a pair of glasses made for them since Kenma gets too much screen time, and Kuroo usually reads at night on his phone before going to sleep.

He was truly nervous when he had to say his now traditional peptalk about Nekoma's being the blood and oxygen. He rehearsed the speech several days before in his head non-stop and when it worked when he said it with the team, he was super happy.

When he's with friends and they say to take a group pic, they always ask Kuroo to hold the phone.

His back is gigantic and really strong.

He always sleeps with his bedroom door closed.

He'd ask Kai and Kenma for advice when he's overthinking and then Yaku for a second opinion.

He has a scar in his shoulder that didn't heal properly.

He admires Jungkook from BTS and gets inpired by his outfits to make his own.

He's one of the most loyal people you could find.

He definitely talks to animals he encounters on the street "hey little birdie".

He loves his grandparents more than anything in the world.

He had social anxiety as a child and got super excited whenever he made a friend.

Doesn't comb his hair but has a skin care routine.

He puts ketchup to fish dishes.

Kenma introduced him to ASMR and he's obsessed now.

His love language is quality time and words of affirmation.

It's very hard for him to talk about how things were at home when he was growing up.

Note: Thank you so much for this request! Kuroo's my fav hq boy and I love him to the core. I hope you find these headcanons kinda accurate and entertaining. I've loved making them and getting to know him a bit better through my mind. Thanks again for asking for it <3

📬∿ Requests are open and much appreciated! You can read the fandoms I'm in to ask for a poem, headcanons, lil fics and more in English or Spanish.

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Credits: divider by @saradika-graphics ♡ banner template by @tinytowns

[probablysimpledreams]

🎶summertime, and the livin’s easy🎶

AAAAA thank you so much to the wonderful moussedoodles for this piece of me and Kuroo😋💗💗💗

[anime-freek]

[wordsofelie]

🎨In a sea of colours, we were black and white

Kuroo Tetsurou - 黒尾 鉄朗 & Shirayagani Natsumi - 白柳夏臣

黒 (black) — 白 (white)

Summary: The best way to prevent a broken heart is to tame your feelings, keep them locked in a room. At least that is what Shirayanagi Natsumi thought. Until, she meets him; Kuroo Tetsurou. Good-looking. Tall. Kind. And she realises that a heart that longs, hurts more than a heart that breaks.

Content Warnings: manga spoilers, post time skip, coworkers to lovers, suicide attempt, injury, family dramas, hurt to comfort. (maybe more coming)

Words count: to come

Taglist: @ayatakanosstuff @megapteraurelia @tsukisangel

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[m4iya]

hq characters reactions to you failing a DIY haircut

multiple characters

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.⋆𝜗𝜚

The type to - obviously - burst out laughing. Like, physically uncontrollable. As soon as you send that photo of your hair, its over and he absolutely wont drop it. It comes up in conversations multiple times after that, and you have to actually stop him from mentioning it in front of other people. Would probably send you a voice message of him laughing as well. Bonus: he might Facetime you so he can laugh even more.

"AHAHAHA THATS VILEEE"

SUNA RINTARO, kuroo tetsuro, lev haiba, takahiro hanamaki, akira kunimi, sugawara koushi, tanaka ryunosuke, HINATA SHOYO, tendo satori, kanji koganegawa

.⋆𝜗𝜚

The type to be utterly disappointed - would probably tell you off as well. You'd try to laugh it off, saying it's only hair, that it'll grow back eventually, but he's not having any of it. If he wasn't embarrassed of being around you while you had such a messed up haircut, he'd take you to a hairdresser. Would eventually stop picking on you.

"Just go get that thing fixed already."

oikawa toru, kenma kozume, kageyama tobio, eita semi, kiyoomi sakusa, IWAZUMI HAJIME, kenjiro shirabu, yaku morisuke?

.⋆𝜗𝜚

The type that couldn't tell if you were being sarcastic or serious at the beginning. Either laughs it off and tells you to try again another time or warns you to never take scissors to your hair ever again. Would tell you to go get it fixed and would come with you for 'emotional support'

"Is that, um.. a new style? No, you don't look stupid"

or

"Oh.. thats not.."

akaashi keiji, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, nishinoya yu, chikara ennoshita, takanobu aone, tadashi yamaguchi, tsutomu goshiki

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[hanavbara]

retro haikyuu!! 🧡🏐✨