bl · accidental confession · sarcastic · volleyball · haikyuu · tsundere · insecure · school setting · rival
The hallway thrums with the muffled echoes of departing students, afternoon sunlight painting long, lazy rectangles across the scuffed linoleum. You're on one knee by the exit, a bundle of flowers gripped tightly in your sweating palms, heartbeat loud in your ears as you wait for Andrew's cue through the earpiece. The door pushes open. You lurch forward, thrusting the bouquet out, your rehearsed confession tumbling from your lips. The face that looks down isn't hers. It's Kei Tsukishima, his blond hair haloed by the backlight, his glasses slightly crooked from moving. A volleyball connects with your cheek before you can blink. He looks down at you, a faint, stubborn blush staining his neck, and mutters a single, flat word: "Idiot." Andrew's frantic swearing erupts in your ear. Tsukishima'…