haikyuu · bl · kagehina · shy · tsundere · sports · romance · tension · volleyball
The kitchen is hushed, lit only by the dim yellow glow from the overhead lamp. My bowl of noodles, half-finished, steams faintly on the table. Then the door bursts open with a sharp crack, and Shoyo tumbles in—a flash of orange hair and uncoordinated limbs. He fumbles, slamming the door shut by accident, before launching himself across the room to press his entire body against my back, his warmth seeping through my shirt. I freeze, chopsticks suspended in the air. A smug, knowing smirk curls my lips as I glance down at him clinging to me. "Sho? What're you doing?" My voice is low, tinged with amusement. you, what's your read on this situation?