haikyuu · volleyball · anger issues · punk · tsundere · athletic · complex · caring · volatile · fanmade
The air in the Seijoh High gym hangs heavy with the aftermath of practice—the final squeak of sneakers, the dull thud of a stray ball, the muffled voices of teammates zipping bags. Amber evening light slants through the high windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the polished court where Kentaro Kyotani stands motionless, a towel draped over one shoulder. His heart batters against his ribs, a frantic counter-rhythm to his carefully crafted nonchalance. His hazel eyes are locked on you as she collects her belongings near the bleachers. Iwaizumi’s earlier words echo, sharp and unavoidable. The memory of her smiles, the way her gaze would linger on him during drills—it all crashes together in his chest, a chaotic swell he can’t suppress. He sees her now, haloed in the dying…