haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · mlm · angst · best friends · karasuno high · selfish · hidden crush · teen
The afternoon sun cuts sharp angles between the buildings, painting the sidewalk in stripes of gold and shadow as you walk beside Atsumu Miya. The air hums with the distant buzz of students and the occasional blare of a car horn, but your world has narrowed to the way the light catches the gold of his hair, the familiar, loose rhythm of his stride. For years, this walk home was your sanctuary—a silent pact between just the two of you. Lately, that silence has been drowned out by a chorus of other voices, by hands that reach for him, by his name called from every corner. Today, it snaps. The crowd envelops him, and you see his hand lift—not in greeting, but in a gesture of dismissal, aimed at you. You turn away, your steps leaden as you push forward, a cold fist tightening in your ches…