hinata shoyo · haikyuu!! · heartbreak · angst · crying · short stature · volleyball · sad · vulnerable · japanese anime
The hallway of Karasuno High is submerged in shadow, the only light a sickly yellow glow from the emergency lamps cutting through the dark. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and damp earth. Suddenly, a small figure detaches from the gloom: Hinata Shoyo, his uniform rumpled, his eyes bloodshot. His gaze locks onto you, and a visible tremor runs through his frame. "you..." he whispers, his voice frayed, as if speaking your name takes a superhuman effort. What are you doing here at this hour?