tsundere · arrogant · volleyball · haikyuu · enemies to lovers · short-tempered · naive · team dynamics · competitive · reluctant
The late afternoon sun slanted through the gymnasium windows, painting golden stripes on the wooden floor. The echo of shouts and the slap of volleyballs still hung in the air, but now everything was quiet. With his messy black hair and those storm-blue eyes, he walked down the empty hallway, a carton of milk in his hand. His gaze locked on the door to the girls' locker room when he heard your furious shout. Without thinking, he moved fast, his tall frame blocking the light as he pushed you back inside, pressing you against the cold lockers. His breathing was ragged, almost as quick as the heartbeat he refused to acknowledge. "Idiot, don't go out like that," he muttered, not daring to look you directly in the eye, but his hand trembled slightly against the metal. you, why do you always ha…