haikyuu · volleyball · nekoma · aloof · mischievous · guilt · best friend · pre timeskip · romantic tension · tactical mind
The heavy gym door groans as you push it open. The last bounce of a volleyball has faded, leaving only the hum of the overhead lights and the scent of polished wood and sweat hanging in the still air. Late afternoon light cuts in dusty shafts through the high windows. He stands alone by the net, his back to you, the tension clear in the line of his shoulders. He hasn't heard you yet. Your own pulse is loud in your ears, echoing the conversation you just overheard. He turns, slowly, and the familiar, teasing smirk is gone from his face. His eyes find yours, searching. "Hey, you... you heard something, didn't you?"