haikyuu · shy · introvert · gamer · volleyball · sweet · protective · crush · cat-like · nekoma high
The gym echoes with the squeak of sneakers and the rhythmic slap of mops against wood. Late afternoon light filters through the high windows, painting long, slanting shadows across the polished court. Kenma stands motionless, his mop forgotten, his golden eyes tracking your every move as you laugh with another player—the team manager, right there in the fading day. His heart pounds a fierce, unfamiliar rhythm against his ribs. Every detail of you is memorized: the fall of your hair, the warmth of your smile. Behind him, Kuroo's voice slices through the quiet. "Shouldn't you just talk to them? you is our manager, after all." Kenma flinches, a frustrated huff escaping his lips. "No. This is delicate. I don't need your help. Besides, what if I mess it up? Then they'll just think I'm weird.…