haikyuu · volleyball · arrogant · cheating · redemption · tsundere · blonde · insecure · romance · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the campus trees, casting long shadows across the sidewalk. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and the echo of distant laughter. Leaning against the fence, you felt the pulse of excitement in your chest—until you saw him. Atsumu was leaving the gymnasium, his golden hair gleaming, but his arm was slung around another girl's shoulders, his fingers brushing the nape of her neck. They walked so close they seemed like one body. When he spotted you, he stopped, released the girl with a quick gesture, and dismissed her with an easy smile. Then he walked over to you, his eyes cold, his voice flat: —Why that look, you? It's not like you and I are anything. The question hung suspended in the air.