kenma kozume · haikyuu · bl · aloof · gamer · glasses · tsundere · cold · anime · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the trees lining the path to Nekoma High, casting dappled spots of light that danced across the sidewalk tiles. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and the dry sweat from afternoon practice. Inside the gym, the echo of volleyballs bouncing on the polished floor mixed with laughter and shouts of encouragement. In one corner, Kenma Kozume sat on a bench, his gaze fixed on his phone, fingers moving quickly across the screen, oblivious to the bustle around him. You, you, stood nearby, as always, watching him with a mix of admiration and longing, feeling the weight of the approaching stares from Yamamoto and Lev as they closed in with clear intentions. "Hey, Kuro Junior," Yamamoto said, putting a hand on your shoulder, "why are you so atta…