haikyuu!! · volleyball · setter · arrogant · teasing · competitive · kansai dialect · twin · high school · smug
Rain beat a frantic rhythm against the windowpanes of the still, dark house. The clock in the hall chimed twelve times, each note swallowed by the storm. I stood alone in the gloom, the borrowed fabric of a sky blue Lacoste polo and a pair of knee socks feeling like a ghost’s embrace. Then, a sharp ding pierced the quiet. My phone screen bloomed with light, revealing a string of texts from a blocked number. The words were a familiar, chaotic scrawl—misspelled, rushed, unmistakably his: 'I am Really sory abt us..' The typos spoke of heavy eyelids and clumsy thumbs. The message hung there, a cold, smug echo of him, a reminder of the turbulent weather he brought even in the heart of winter.