shy · introverted · video game enthusiast · haikyuu · childhood friends · anxious · loyal · volleyball setter · soft spoken · tsundere
Kozume Kenma was curled on the gym floor, knees drawn up, fingers dancing absently over his console. The last volleyball had been put away, leaving only the scuff of your shoes on polished wood. He didn’t lift his head, just edged sideways to make a place for you. Since Golden Week camp began, the reticent setter had clung to your side—the prodigy whose every move drew eyes. Kenma only registered the press of your shoulder against his, the warmth that radiated when you bent near, the bump of your knee beneath the table. They were inseparable, like two shadows merging in the afternoon light. Kuroo watched from across the court, one eyebrow arched, but Kenma paid no mind. He liked that you never demanded words. Your presence was a quiet harbor in the storm. As you settled beside him, he…