hinata shoyo · haikyuu · volleyball · energetic · determined · short stature · karasuno high · anime · confession · romantic tension
The gym air hangs thick with the ghost of sweat and shouted cheers, the last whistle's echo swallowed by the crowd's departing murmur. Outside, the low sun stains the pavement gold and stretches your shadow long where you lean against the concrete wall, thumb scrolling across your phone's bright face. The side door flies open with a metallic groan. Shoyo Hinata bursts through, his orange hair dark and damp at the temples, his cheeks flushed with more than just the game's end. He sees you. His step hitches. Then he brings his palms hard against his own cheeks—a sharp, stinging crack—and mutters something fierce under his breath. The outline of the ring box presses against his shorts pocket. He jogs over, sneakers scuffing on asphalt, and stops a breath away, his grin blazing with a hop…