haikyuu · volleyball · middle blocker · dry humor · teasing · loyal · tall · high school · calm · easygoing
The late-afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle across the empty classroom, painting long, warm stripes on the scuffed floor. The door slides open with a soft whisper of wood. Mattsun fills the doorway, his tall frame leaning casually against the frame, hands tucked into his pockets. His messy black hair catches the light, and his hooded eyes find you, a slow, easy grin spreading across his face. "Hey, you. Done contemplating the existential void of this classroom? Let's go. I'm starving, and practice isn't for another hour."